knuckle *

"How would you feel if all your first knuckles were cut off?"

The hand must have gone into it up to the knuckles.

Big old man's knuckles with hair growing out of them.

There was blood on the knuckles of his right hand.

Fine black hair growing between the second and third knuckles.

He had no idea what the Knuckle was made out of.

She bit a knuckle and looked at me over her hand.

I could feel her knuckles in the side of my neck.

When we shook, his hand seemed to be all knuckles.

And when the lights go out, everyone's knuckles turn white!

"Are you looking at your knuckles or listening to me?"

That way the impact will be spread across all the knuckles.

If your knuckles are white on the wheel you've got it wrong.

She knew what hard, bare knuckles could do to a face.

He sat down on the couch and looked at his cut knuckles.

Then she dropped them to her sides, the knuckles quite white.

He was one of those boys who seem all legs and knuckles.

Bond could see his knuckles go white with the pressure.

The shallow end is just deep enough for my knuckles to clear.

His knuckles turned red as the blood flowed back to them.

There are others for whom I want to save my knuckles.

"Those are the knuckles, when they walk on their hands."

Put my left knuckles against the base of his neck.

He bit down on his knuckle to allow him to focus again.

The reason he does so much work is to support his brother, Knuckle.