Significados de smelly en inglés

Into a stinking ditch; into water that was thick, cold, and slimy.

We'd move out of the stinking trailer and into a nice house.

Some fish fancy flies, others worms, others a bit of stinking gore.

Brooding for four hundred years in his stinking wreck of a castle.

I'd rather sleep in a sty than stay in this stinking place.

It's actually number one on our list due to the funky styling.

I wanted to look the business: cool, effortless, but funky as well.

All the teams are trying to have new ideas and funky plans.

They weren't speaking a foreign language-justa very funky version of English.

Wellington's funky, creative vibe comes in part from a strong community feel.

The fetid man gave a soft grunt and simply let her go.

Raj Ahten gasped outside the reavers' stronghold, choking on the fetid air.

His craftiness almost redeemed a fetid Ajax front-line -but not quite.

The breeze that wafted through her open window smelled damp and fetid.

From drains inserted in festering sores fetid matter trickled, drop by drop.

We forbid by law the selling of putrid meat in the market.

The junction appeared deeper; water churned in a putrid eddy of cross-currents.

In Caracas, the capital, men scavenge daily in the putrid Guaire River.

And I never want to see another putrid fossil in my life.

So that the place became putrid from the multitude of their bodies.

I destroyed the noisome thing and cast it into the waste-paper basket.

The heat was intolerably oppressive, and the air tainted with noisome exhalations.

This was now a noisome muddy carpet some two inches in thickness.

The galley was a rackety, noisome trading-ship that plied along the coast.

Overspread with bones and hair, it was noisome with worms and insects.

They were dark-coloured and when first taken out had a foetid smell.

They could endure, just then, no more of the foetid atmosphere inside.

It has two anal glands, from which it can squirt a foetid secretion.

Les Innocentshas become so foetid as to drive its neighbours to intimate madness.

His voice bobbed slowly back to Yagharek on the foetid air.

To Dave, in the dark and foul-smelling wigwam, the time passed slowly.

Xanthe side stepped a foul-smelling puddle, just in the nick of time.

They gave under his feet, made gurgling sounds, and vented foul-smelling gas.

The narrator paused, and relighted his pipe with a foul-smelling sulphur match.

The man was a foul-smelling oaf and as strong as a bear.

Already half famished, their only food for the twenty-four hours was about four ounces apiece of bear meat, tough, ill-scented, and innutritious.