Sentences with phrase «become road kill»

Self - praise is important in a cover letter but too much can become road kill.

I have heard even an atheist call out «my goooodddd!!!!» right before he becomes road kill..

There's also a Latino biker (Danny Trejo) who teaches Jimmy some Spanish terms that he can later butcher for «humorous» effect; a Hindu ice cream / curry salesman (Brian George) who gets all worked up when a cow becomes road kill; and a bar full of Chinese men whose «funny» accents are mocked.

Not exact matches

Democrats knew the sure way to become election road kill was to increase the regulatory role of the government.

She came to Capitol Hill from Mineola twelve years ago a clueless, single - issue celebrity, the nurse who became an anti-gun spokeswoman after her husband was killed by mad shooter Colin Ferguson on the Long Island Rail Road.

It was a long road for this loyal follower of his commander - in - chief to become the man who tried to kill the Führer on 20 July 1944.

Mind you, at no point did I feel like the Coupe was trying to kill me or chuck itself off of the mountain — the suspension setup and steering were so responsive that keeping things in line quickly became second nature — but I did get the message that driving the JCW near its limits on public roads is a high - risk, high - reward endeavor.

While their decision to attempt to become «No Kill» is the correct one to suggest it is easy and can happen over night is disingenuous and an insult to all the hard working people who are where the rubber meets the road everyday.

The puppies and dogs that are available for adoption from Pups2Luv have been rescued from high kill rate shelters up and down the East Coast, abandoned on the side of the road, dumped in the garbage, left behind when people moved, given up when the kids got tired of them, or became unwanted «property» in a divorce.

As NKLA continues to gain momentum, it is becoming what we had hoped it to be, a campaign that is a point of pride for the entire city of Los Angeles and one that is «owned» by all segments of the community — from city government, to business, to the public, and of course the rescue and spay / neuter communities, which is where the rubber meets the road when it comes to providing the needed support for L.A. Animal Services to become no - kill.

The gag chicken becomes a grimy, forgotten toy, or, even more ominously, road kill; comedic sidekick Vicki Lawrence appears to be weeping; a girlish Goldie Hawn's lips are extended into a moist grimace; and even the whoopee cushion now evokes the usually repressed scatological.

But reptile roadkills are a problem because reptiles are declining, and turtles, unlike raccoons, take longer to become sexually mature, meaning they're killed on the road before they can reproduce.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.