If you dream of a snarly
dog, it might mean you're dealing with a bully or clique.
Jeffers reprints the views of critics who saw the Il Duce of Gotham's politics as "a headstrong personality," whose "dictatorial use of the powers of the mayor were found in countless sources," and as a "tyrant, vindictive, and snarly
as a Brooklyn junkyard dog," or as "scary as any of the gangsters in Lucky Luciano's mob" (382, 2).
Even Barney Frank, as snarly
a Democratic sheep dog as there was in 2000, told The Progressive's Ruth Conniff that he would not endorse a Democratic candidate, such as Sam Nunn, who was anti-gay.
over-the-top idea man whose snarly
diatribes grabbed Publishers
Years ago we had a snarly
old Percheron mare named Annie.
I watched more than one shooter racing through a stage, obviously using ammunition borrowed from several sources: "Bang, bang, BANG, snarly
Most everyone the writer knew in New York lived in dread of losing their affordable housing; vicious legal struggles to hold onto what they had gave even social conversation a snarly
A supporting player in his great psycho-hippie films Pink Flamingos and Female Trouble, Mueller played with the wacked, snarly
, demoralized image that he constructed for her throughout her professional life.
I don't know about danger, but these humans are really something," the badger replied in a snarly
Indulging in and clearly communicating a snarly
adversarialism toward every person and institution instead of maintaining proper and useful journalistic skepticism.
prongs extending outward are no very pleasant things to get over in the face of a murderous fire at close range.
But public journalism's call for re-examination makes it controversial within a professional culture dominated by traditional values of detachment and snarly
Everything from her look to her snarly
delivery of Pink classics like Raise Your Glass, So What, Blow Me One Last Kiss and new single Just Like Fire was en pointe.
Mourinho was being Bad Mourinho, all surly, snarly
, snappy and, according to one journalistr, sarky.
On this irresistible barroom boogie/readymade stripper anthem, crunchy power chords, snarly
guitar licks and powder-keg drumming lay down the foundation for the song's sweaty and sinewy strut and indelible, sing-along chorus of "Hey yeah, I'm trying to make her horses run/Hey yeah, you better hold on/Hey Yeah, the girl is like a loaded gun/When she got her swagger on/She's Little Miss John Wayne.