If I didn't have a hollow leg
I would have been throwing up too.
To save himself--and gardeners like him--trips to the compost pile, Bob created the Gardener's Hollow Leg
. This handy fabric sack buckles around your waist, leaving your hands free to harvest, clear debris, or just tidy up.
(One wonders where she put the contents of her abdomen to permit such dramatic diaphragmatic descent--perhaps a hollow leg
But others--the skull, fused wristbones, and long, hollow leg
bones--were more birdlike.
The largest installation on view, Fascination with the (Game of the) Exploding (Historical) Hollow Leg
, 1983, is a multimedia work about the arms race that takes the form of an imitation war room, complete with maps, military clothing, and audio and video elements.
So he dragged his hollow leg
in the direction of German sausage stand and we tucked in to a delicious cheese and onion sausage in a fresh baguette.
Teenage boys could pay a flat "hollow leg
" supplement and anyone found to have attended WeightWatchers, Slimming World or been on Lighter Life in the recent past, and therefore assumed to be in the grip of a hunger so ravenous they'd be chewing the chair legs if the rice ran out, should also pay more.
The Teenager had no difficulty filling his apparently hollow legs
with a fat waffle topped with chocolate shavings, ice cream and chocolate sauce.
Their plates are piled high, theyve got hollow legs
and going back for seconds is par for the course.
They were polished off with little fuss as their respective hollow legs
were filled up (for the time being, at least).
In the utensils department, there are fanciful tongs shaped like cat paws, and a man-shaped chopsticks holder with hollow legs
so the sticks make him look like a stilt walker.
One of the alpha males of that Blackburn Rovers team, a 6ft 2in centre-half with hollow legs
and a fondness for a night out, sized up his new boss - who wore sharp Italian suits and had a penchant for big Cuban cigars - and didn't appreciate his European airs and graces.
My other half, who was similarly daunted by the portion, reported this was a new benchmark in terms of her own fish and chips experiences while my two boys, aged 10 and six and prone to suffering from shall we say "hollow legs
syndrome", both tucked into their meals with a fervour normally only witnessed with Easter eggs.
As it happened, 'small' was still pretty big, but he said it was the most gorgeous cheesecake he'd ever eaten (and he's eaten plenty) so he summoned all his teenage hollow legs
and finished it.
We had a few 'lemonades' but he's got hollow legs
so I have to admit it was one of the few times in my life when I put up the white flag!