Mean Joe Greene
Meet Joe Black
bomb
The Unibomber
Bombe glacée
blow up the glaciers
Ira Glass
Glass half full
Hey, I ordered a root beer!
You take the roots, I’ll drink the beer.
Root, root, root for Falstaff! That’s our beer!
Glasses, glasses, is the only drinking; and for thy
walls, a pretty slight drollery, or the story of the
the German hunting, in water-work, is worth a thousand of
bed-hangers and these fly-bitten tapestries. Let it be ten
if thou canst. Come, and 'twere not for thy humours, there’s
a better wench in England. Go, wash thy face, and draw the
action. Come, thou must not be in this humour with me; dost
know me? Come, come, I know thou wast set on to this.
So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways, all my underdogs
We will never be, never be anything but loud
And nitty, gritty, dirty, little freaks
Won’t you come on and come on and
Raise your glass!
Slainte
Salinas
John Steinbeck
Ernest Hemingway
The Old Man and the Sea
Old Man of the Sea
By the sea, by the sea, by the beautiful sea.