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The old soak began to shake again and his eyes went wide.
The father's nice enough, but a bit of an old soak and the grandmother was a dragon.
You'll never live to be a happy old soak, like me."
If the old soak wants to get himself mixed up in local politics that's his affair.
I loved the old soak, even when he drove me mad, and soon learned to manage him.
"Because you're hired to keep the peace and these old soaks have been disturbing it," John said.
Not the opinionated old soak he's become.
Dad goes off to the gin shop, gallant daughter stays up to put the old soak to bed.'
"Hello, old soak," came the loud and carefree hail.
'It's a sad thing to see someone who had an important job in the navy becoming such an irresponsible old soak.'
She's an old clubber, she's an old soak, they get in her way, oh unless of course she can gets some things out of them.
"Nope," answered Kippie blithely, "I just call you old soak and let it go at that."
Evidently my rellies aren't the only old soaks to have ended up in Lympstone.
The Good Old Soak (1937)
They are however intercepted by the treacherous Godmar and have a last despairing parting besides the "old soaked hay" of the title.
Or is the bard of Forest Hall too busy taking a good old soak and calculating the shortening odds on his scooping-up another decent wedge?
Muldoon took the bottle away and swore under his breath, while Mrs. Sturdevant came forward to try to calm the old soak down.
Quite what the lizardy old soak Ronnie Wood is doing onstage for "Get Back" is a different sort of mystery.
She was told - and believed - that the woman Charles once called 'my old soak'(because she absorbed all his worries) no longer tended to his demands.
Qualia Benton demanded in the fret- ful, shrill tone to be expected from an old soak whose nerves were jangling for just one more drink.
You'll find young and old soaking up the Mediterranean rays, kitesurfing and knocking back and forth little rubber balls during friendly matches of matkot.
All you need to do is call Scotty a whiskey-addled old soak who doesn't know his spanner from a hole in the ground, and you'll have made a pretty clean sweep."
It was still its old soaking self, its old dreary, monot- ony of white and grey, its scattering of domed cities-and yet how different.
For a fee, you are paddled upriver to a waterfall (a good place for a swim), and then go rushing down the rapids, getting a good old soaking on the way.