Luck consists largely of hanging on by your fingernails until things start to go your way.
Luck consists largely of hanging on by your fingernails until things start to go your way.
I wanna float with you on a cumulus cloud I wanna take you far away from this maddening crowd You can scratch up my back with your long fingernails We'll drink some weird wine and eat psychedelic snails.
I bite my fingernails. That's probably not a good thing.
The most gruesome scene that we see is this woman in the cage getting her fingernails clipped. We never see any stabbings. We never see any stranglings. I very much think that you don't have to show it to scare the audience. And when I wrote that scene, everybody told me I was sick. But it's just a woman getting her nails clipped.
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
Well, does he still have his fingernails Making inquiries while negotiating the release of a US Army pilot from North Korea, in Time.
See what will happen to you if you don't stop biting your fingernails.
For three days after death, hair and fingernails continue to grow but phone calls taper off.
Recuperating in an Irish hospital, he is, characteristically, surrounded not by sterility but by eccentricity a transvestite with green fingernails offering toast and tea, followed by a survey-taker. ( Do I want the hospital to be smoke-free ... Because the only sin is hurting someone, and I've never hurt anyone, so I'm not afraid.
You have to also provide a video for it, look a certain way and big hair... If you're a woman it's even more strange with fake fingernails and corsets and all this stuff that was big in the 80s.
They all three work around me like I'm nothing. You can find them involved in pretty much everything we do here from painting fingernails to decorating for birthday parties. They are a special group of ladies.
Young man, how many loves have you I have hardly any, cousin, for they are only seven the first, who cuts my fingernails . . .
When I was in college, I used to write little ditties and short stories and poetry for my friends. Writing a book is another thing. It is so much different from my traditional day of dirty fingernails and greasy hair and hot pans.
What the country needs is dirtier fingernails and cleaner minds.
See what will happen if you don't stop biting your fingernails.
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