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n. informal terms for a meal [syn: chow , eats , grub ] the part of a forequarter from the neck to the ribs and including the shoulder blade a holding device consisting of adjustable jaws that center a workpiece in a lathe or center a tool in a drill
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Chuck is the third studio album from Canadian rock band Sum 41 . The album was released on October 12, 2004. It is the band's last album to feature lead guitarist Dave Baksh until his return in 2015. Chuck peaked at No. 2 on the Canadian Albums Chart and ...
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Chuck \Chuck\ (ch[u^]k), v. i. [imp. & p. p. Chucked ; p. pr. & vb. n. Chucking .] [Imitative of the sound.] To make a noise resembling that of a hen when she calls her chickens; to cluck. To chuckle; to laugh. [R.] --Marston.
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Seeing her smile, he grinned and chucked her under the chin in an avuncular fashion that made James look outraged.
French Style Roast Beaf 3 lb Boneless chuck or 1 tsp salt rolled rump roast 1 tsp thyme 6 whole cloves 5 peppercorns 1 bay leaf 1 lg clove, garlic 4 c water 4 med.
Sundown, Slim Sanders, Chuck Finberg, Ed and Audrey Ferman, Bob Kaiser, Brad Bisk, Don Borah, Marshall Barksdale, the presence in my mind of James Blish, and most particularly Edna F.
Chuck peered at the tiny image, which continued to shrink obstinately until all he could see was a roundish, blobby, over-exposed face with shadows for eyes and curves for nose and mouth.
Chuck peered at the tiny image, which continued to shrink obstinately until all he could see was a roundish, blobby, over-exposed dot with shadows for eyes and curves for nose and mouth.
As Chuck and I climbed into the cab of my battered old Ford pick-up, Chubby sidled across like a racecourse tipster, speaking out of the corner of his mouth.
For grown-up people the modern books which are sent out in such numbers, often very cheap, have likewise an artificial cityfied air so obviously got up and theatrical, such a mark of machinery on them, all stamped and chucked out by the thousand, that they have no attraction for a people who live with nature, and even in old age retain a certain childlike faith in honesty and genuine work.
A couple of days later, I had another night meeting on the issue, with members of the Senate Armed Services Committee, including Senators Sam Nunn, James Exon, Carl Levin, Robert Byrd, Edward Kennedy, Bob Graham, Jeff Bingaman, John Glenn, Richard Shelby, Joe Lieberman, and Chuck Robb.
Chuck Lowell again had dredged up the shattered past Layne had tried desperately to forget.
Twice, Layne had almost picked up the phone to tell Chuck Lowell to have his man back off.
Chuck and I knew we had created a monster and felt real good about it, but Chuck pointed out that it was sort of like watching your mother-in-law drive your new Cadillac off a cliff, because we knew that Jo would not go fuck herself but would go talk to the Fish, who would go talk to the Leggo, who would get us back but good, since the essence of any hierarchy is retaliation.
Garvey, Chuck Munro, Steve Swartz, Liz Butcher, Cindy Ward, Ed Hall, Mark Tiedemann, Pierce Watters, Gretchen Hastings, Vonda McIntyre, Therese Littleton, Bill Eskridge, Ben Eskridge, Neil Eskridge, Ken Saint-Amand, Vince Caluori, Peter Adkison, Tina Trenkler, Juliane Parsons, Dave Slusher, Darlene Slusher, Timmi Duchamp, Amber Fullerton, Bryan Kinsella, Casey Leichter, Dave Schwimmer, David Serra, Donna Simone, Doru Culiac, Jan-Maree Bourgeois, Jarrod Nack, Jennifer Dirksen, Jill Waller, Josh Fischer, Karen Kapscady, Larry Weiner, Leeds Chamberlain, Lori Heric, Marty Durham, Mendy Lowe, Motoaki Nagahisa, Nelson Chang, Pat Robinette, Tamara Grunhurd, Wendy Wallace, Yasuyo Dunnett, Kathy Acey and the Astraea Foundation, Jeremy Lipp, Ellen Datlow, Rob Killheffer, Kris Rusch, Center Theatre, St.
Chuck leaned forward and smiled, crinkling the corners of his owly green eyes.
On a hunch I called a friend of mine, Chuck Pickard, who works for the state of Minnesota tourist board.
I wanted to chuck it all in, to sit on that ruined beach, regardless of fires, Bombs and radiative particles: to sit and wait for the final Darkness to close about me.