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Usage examples of dribbling.

And now there was a full-size movie crew up here, based out of Vineland but apt to show up just about anyplace, prominent among whom, and already generating notable Thanatoid distress, was this clearly insane Mexican DEA guy, not only dropping but also picking up, dribbling, and scoring three-pointers with the name of Frenesi Gates.

Liam accepted a cup of ale from Axel and drank thirstily, the pale liquid dribbling down his chin to stain his shirt.

Crimson burned to orange, orange to dull gold, and in a golden glitter the sun came up, dribbling fierily over the waves in little splashes, as if someone had gone along and the light had spilled from her pail as she walked.

Hotch, who was still dribbling a nerf basketball against the backboard of his office door.

And down the path Ratbag, arch-enemy of all baby birds, slunk closer, dribbling.

Lady Jalila poured him a gin and tonic, dribbling Bombay Saphire over three lumps of ice and adding not enough tonic.

Bull in musth, dribbling from his temple glands and trickling urine, emitted a powerful scent indeed.

Number Seven charged the service line and caught the pelota on the fly for what should have been an easy, dribbling drop shot.

He managed to get the whole soggy mess into the pulper without dribbling more than a few drops on his paper strewn desk or on his maroon jacket.

Xaefyer stood again and turned back to them, still smiling, erect organ still dribbling.

Ricky Harrison despised the dribbling shit that oozed out of this suppurating hind end of a carcass that the Reverend Jenkins was.

There I planted myself, facing the flap Torsk had disappeared through, and waited, doing my best to ignore the cold drips finding their way beneath my collar and dribbling down my back.

Faebya had been watching them, sitting apart and leaning back on his hands flung behind him, his organ shrunken only a little and still dribbling.

JOHANN slowed down as he entered the little spa, most of its houses already asleep, a few people dribbling out from the late showing at the movie house, lights burning in the taprooms of the smaller inns where the last songs were being sung about high mountains and sun-filled valleys and hearts longing for their homeland.

He became aware that sweat was pouring down his face, that his nose was itchily dribbling blood, and that he harbored a raging thirst.