Exceedingly bad

Usage examples of stinky.

Kidd himself had hardly noticed it, the stew had finally caught up with him, and his baggy-legged trousers were sloshy and stinky.

Stinky Salley remarked, in tones full of the same surprise and disbelief Pinkard felt.

The black kid kneels at the stinky form and tags up, managing despite the drag of the felt on the blackened synthetic: in a moment the thing is done and they both spring away, amazed.

I blew it out, let my head turn to the side, breathed stinky air, bubbled out stale beneath the water, turned again, breathed, while light coiled in rippled streaks, and I was borne up, my limbs drawing me forward, gliding, more bird in sky than fish in creek, with smooth coordination, a grace.

El Rio Chama ran fairly clear this far up, but it would carry the dead ponies into the far bigger Rio Grande, which ran as muddy and stinky as the Missouri by the time it got halfway to El Paso.

Didi Badini was mad, but Chiura hid quiet-quiet under the stinky sacks.

Then came lamb with garlic mashed potatoes, then salad, a mess of weeds with balsamic vinegar all over them, followed by a tray on which there were all these different kinds of stinky cheeses.

The stinky rings'll chase around, losin' time while checkin' things out.

Bruno used that kind of language all the time, of course, and she didn't even want to think what he'd say when she called to cancel their date to go watch stinky old drag races out on a county road.

They figured, I told myself, that if they put Stinky in the ship, he might feel sorry for it, too, and do the same kind of job on it as he had done on Betsy.

But highbrows like Stinky will be going back to Mars for a century to fill in what I never learned.

I allowed this much to flow from Fish's lips, progressing as a man, winning prizes in the sciences, sharing the marriage bed with my Halvah, stinky feet or not, ashes raining down.

So he had braved the humid, stinky air, the slimy water, the treacherous lily pads.

He seemed capable of looking past the unruly hair that was falling into her own eyes, past the high neck of her shirt, past her near-permanent expression of slightly bored, slightly raised-eyebrow disbelief that she'd adopted after too many years of being given nicknames like Stinky.

To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demi-glace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living.