If you are limp-wristed
and the recoil of the gun doesn't cycle properly it can jam the weapon.
The film dutifully thrusts its crotch towards the target demographics, intentionally showing paying women customers of every age, ethnicity and shape enjoying the raunchy dance solos, and shoehorning a superfluous scene in a gay club that enforces limp-wristed
After watching my rather limp-wristed
action, he quipped: "Quite incredible really, you're devoid of both technique and power.
He became hugely popular with a unique style of limp-wristed
, eyebrow-raising humour and his untimely death made headline news.
Aston Villa's Christian Benteke also received a decisive red card on Sunday, but manager Paul Lambert sought to defend the Belgian's limp-wristed
slap at Tottenham's Ryan Mason.
Many users don't realize that soft power is not to be confused with limp-wristed
and unaccountable soft actions or soft policy that accomplish nothing except to make people feel good.
If they have very different worldviews, and see us as limp-wristed
, week-kneed embodiments of a decaying civilization, for example, why should we expect them to parley as we would?
But I guess the punters love naughty Dave's limp-wristed
I won't condemn either player, because while the FAW have been staunchly opposed to Team GB, their direct message to the likes of Bale and Ramsey has been limp-wristed
, along the lines of 'well, we'd rather you didn't.
And just as there's nothing like finding a mouse dropping on a work surface to bring out the caveman in me, I reckon the danger with the new guidelines for jockeys is that it will merely take a limp-wristed
finishing effort that would have left even Charles Hawtrey shaking his head to have me up in arms campaigning for the introduction of spurs and the type of whip used to keep the lions in check at Billy Smart's circus.
an unusual group of boys leafleting in Seacombe this weekend, of the limp-wristed
variety and definitely NOT local".
And, curiously, I received a note in the impeccably foppish handwriting that could only belong to that most limp-wristed
of former Etonians David Cameron, inviting me to an informal get-together in godowful Witney (Cameran's gritty urban constituency, nestled between badass High Cogges and the brutal ghettos of Ducklington).