#stuffed

We got stuffed 4-1, but it was just great to play against, it was like an education. You think you are half good and then you go and play against a side like that! ↗

— Alan Hansen

#education #go #good #got #great

I dressed up as a veterinarian for a Halloween costume party. I had the lab coat. I got a couple of stuffed animals for patients and put bandages on them. ↗

— Tracy Chapman

#costume #couple #dressed #got #had

I have been afraid all my life that I am going to die. All my life it has been stuffed in my imagination. ↗

— Patty Duke

#am #been #die #going #i

If you want to look at the state of humans, you should look at the state of animals first. People are choosing whether or not they can feed an animal and their family. And every shelter coast-to-coast is stuffed. ↗

— Rachael Ray

#choosing #every #family #feed #first

Christmas is a stocking stuffed with sugary goodness. ↗

— Mo Rocca

#goodness #stocking #stuffed

Remember, I'm the kind of kid who used to get stuffed into a locker by school bullies. I've never felt like I'm a big star at any level of my life. ↗

— Winona Ryder

#big #big star #bullies #felt #get

The lowest form of popular culture - lack of information, misinformation, disinformation, and a contempt for the truth or the reality of most people's lives - has overrun real journalism. Today, ordinary Americans are being stuffed with garbage. ↗

— Carl Bernstein

#contempt #culture #disinformation #form #garbage

After I'd hit a home run and took my position in the field, the fans in the bleachers began throwing packages of tobacco at me. I stuffed them in my pocket. ↗

— Hank Sauer

#began #fans #field #hit #home

Money in hand, I glanced up to find Glenn eyeing a rack of stuffed rats. As the salesman rang up my purchase, Glenn leaned close and, still staring at the rats, whispered, “What are those used for?” “I have no idea.” I got my receipt and jammed everything in my bag… Glenn surprised me by opening the car door for me, and as I settled in the seat, he leaned against the frame of the open window. “I’ll be right back,” he said, and strode inside. He was out in a moment with a small white bag. I watched him cross in front of the car—wondering. Timing himself between the traffic, he opened the door and slid in behind the wheel. “Well?” I asked as he set the package between us. “What did you get?” Glenn started the car and pulled out into traffic. “A stuffed rat.” “Oh,” I said, surprised. What the devil was he going to do with it? Even I didn’t know what it was for. I was dying to ask all the way to the FIB building but managed to keep my mouth shut even as we slipped into the cold shade of their underground parking. ↗

— Kim Harrison

#money