Meanings of bomb in английском

Complicated insurance products with suspect terms can wreck retirement plans, Rehl noted.

Tories believe the Labour amendments are more likely to wreck the bill.

She is concerned a potential downturn could wreck the job market again.

None of the Whigs suffered more in the general wreck than Addison.

The poor old woman is a wreck in body and in mind.

They call themselves 'the bucket list family' for a very good reason.

Thou sattest in one bucket beneath in the pit in great dread.

But first, hoist me up a bucket of sea water, will you?

A few minutes later Kote returned with a bucket of soapy water.

Is participating in an obstacle course race on your fitness bucket list?

The lemon was squeezed; the girls left the rest in the gutter.

However, Argentina has yet to export one lemon to the United States.

Squeeze out the amount needed and store the lemon in the ice-box.

Vera pinched a lemon free and held it under a neon light.

Add some lemon icing or fruit when serving for the best results.

We traveled outside New York and visited witches and voodoo people too.

This morning, their area of expertise had seemed as exotic as voodoo.

Had I incurred some sort of vacation voodoo I wasn't aware of?

And Madame Delacroix is one of the best voodoo witches there is.

He's still grinning, making some kind of voodoo symbol with his hands.

Just as our education system is not a world-beater, neither is healthcare.

Add the melted butter and milk, and whisk using an electric beater.

The former hospitality worker and panel beater from Newcastle is now 39.

When the beater is taken out add one pint of whipped cream.

The aspect of Willems as a wife-beater presented to him no interest.

Nothing less than a two-verse banger as a response will be tolerated.

We're betting it will have a small four-banger, perhaps with a turbo.

How does a gang banger get trained like that? Her phone rang.

On the podcast today we wonder what makes the best banger?

Imagine if Bernard Herrmann decided to make an acid house banger… Ah, Justice.

I found the switch easily, a fist-sized clunker covered in xith'cal scribble.

She thought that she could hear Ricki's clunker maneuvering for a parking space.

There's even a blinker setting to warn oncoming traffic about your stranded clunker.

Now, courtesy of the Pakistan Ordnance Factory, we have this clunker.

Man, this was going to be one clunker of a show.

The horrid smoke that always came from that rattletrap of a stove!

A rattletrap of an old truck passed, windows down, heavy-metal music throbbing.

His last chance of surviving this was a rattletrap junkyard refugee.

Then followed the sound of a rattletrap of a wagon approaching.

Right up there in the pilot house of that rattletrap.

She said, I heard the jalopy and I knew it was you.

You're driving along in the old jalopy when the wheels fall off.

But there he was-ina jalopy-lookingcar, overflowing with people and household goods.

Chester's car is something of a jalopy, a 1978 AMC Pacer.

We are watching a well-oiled machine replicating the feeling of a malfunctioning jalopy.

That shitbox wouldn't make it halfway up the first hill before it got stuck.

The smashed-up Chevy shitbox, still gently steaming.

But Johnny Deepenau is dead, and the keys to his little shitbox trailer are hanging up in his locker.

All we got for Buddy was fat clothes, some food, and three months' room and board in this shitbox.

"I stole that shitbox for the sole purpose of this transaction," he said.

And if I'm not mistaken it was that witch Fang's old rustbucket!

Brady parks behind Ma's rustbucket Honda, which needs a new exhaust system, new points, and new plugs.

Or even my dear Raymobile started out shiny in the Ford showroom & today it is a junkyard rustbucket.

RM's headquarters consisted of a rustbucket trailer augmented by a tent annex with a frequently willing Babette Bardot ensconced inside.

After endless looping around blocked-off streets in my hooptie rental, I land a parking spot and see mecca-theTime Warner arena.

We waved goodbye to the Hooptie as it high-centered its way toward pavement and crowds and solid rock.

The road didn't really get rough until a fork several miles further, but the Hooptie was proving to be even lamer than I'd remembered.

Beyond the highway, we turned onto some mellow dirt roads, taking it slow, but eventually noticed that we hadn't seen the Hooptie for a while.

The house was a rattle trap, plastering off, and a regular bed-bug nest.

My troubadour, we are two old rattle traps.

If ye crash this rust bucket the two of us are fucked.

No doubt this decrepit old rust bucket had been stolen just for tonight's purpose, too.

Compared with the giant rust bucket he'd been riding for four years, it seemed like heaven.

The old rust bucket overheated just outside Fontana, and I burned my hand when the radiator geysered over.

We'd just traded a Hummer for a rust bucket that probably wouldn't go fifty miles, much less five hundred.

"Barrel's a bucket of rust."

This death trap caught many a victim and will catch many more.

She may have power enough to hop us outa this death trap.

That Lee was walking into a death trap he was morally sure.

Because he knew: that fragment of a ship was a death trap.

You walked into that death trap knowing you had no way out.