SPARE TIRE WAIST. SPARE TIRE

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Spare Tire Waist


spare tire waist
    spare tire
  • A spare tire is an additional tire (or tyre - see spelling differences) carried in a motor vehicle as a replacement for one that goes flat, a blowout, or other emergency.
  • excess fat around the waistline
  • An extra tire carried in a motor vehicle for emergencies
  • A roll of fat around a person's waist
  • Abdominal obesity, colloquially known as belly fat or clinically as central obesity, is the accumulation of abdominal fat resulting in an increase in waist size. There is a strong correlation between central obesity and cardiovascular disease.
    waist
  • The part of the human body below the ribs and above the hips
  • Waist is a common term for the bodice of a dress or for a blouse or woman's shirt from the early nineteenth century through the Edwardian period.
  • the narrowing of the body between the ribs and hips
  • A narrowing of the trunk of the body at this point
  • The W.A.I.S.T. is the acronym for the West African Invitational Softball Tournament.
  • The circumference of this

Amocian Idol FINAL ENTRY!!!!!
Amocian Idol FINAL ENTRY!!!!!
Yes, final round! Me and DY! I want to thank Zeph and Dalg for hosting this, and Wuzzupbob and Brickforge for donating the prizes! No for the backstory! Bantha's journal- "I thought the zombies were the worst of my problems, but they were just mere waists of time. They die easy and come just a few at a time. I thought that. I was eventually overrun though. I fled to the village when I thought they were gone. My Robo servant was wrecked and I was left with his memory data and brain, which won't stop complaining. Days later I was staying at a motel in the village when a zombie came. One after another they came. The village was destroyed (hardly) and the villagers blamed me for their coming. They claim they followed my footprints to the village. The zombie wouldn't even have the brain power too remember me. They plotted to kill me and with each villager that pulled a revolver on me didn't live to tell so. One day out in the fields a pre-apoc fighter jet swooped over my head it turned around and opened fire on me. I feel like I did nothing wrong besides kill in self defense, but thats pretty damn bad. I ran to the hanger taking refuge behind rocks. I got there and flew of ASAP. I was caught in a dog fight with my opponent. He was an ace of a fighter. In and attempt to flip the positions of us he got me souring up towards the sky. He blew off one halt of the back tails. I span around until I couldn't control my jet hit the limit I turner them off with my dazed body by accident. The other man had left. Figured I'd die. I thought I would fall to my death, but I stayed in position the glass around the controls cracked and broke. I froze. I was flouting. I opened my eyes and was amazed I was orbiting out of the earth. I was in space. I gasped, frightened! I flipped the jets on again, like an instinct. I blasted wildly with no control. My eyes clenched shut. I crashed with heavy impact in the soft dirt and plants. I opened my eyes. Never before had I seen so many living plants. Only sprouts and dead trees. They lush green plants thrived. I got out the air was musty and humid. I looked back at my plane it was crashed, broken and useless. I cursed loud and heard voices. I walked towards a light. I pushed aside a branch and saw a little town. People... humans were there. Some glanced at me, but looked away. I ran out. Well, my tellings will be completed later. I'm tired. Well, as I said, I exited the clearing out into the open. I looked around, I saw hundreds of tan domes. Some type of house Which seems rich and amazing to me. It's no dirt pile with animal hides as a door. I pursed my lips curiously and looked around. I ran to a building with a glowing neon sign on the side. I couldn't read what it said... I never learned to read anything. I walked in and a man with cloth robes tide with a belt. Stood behind a counter. Useless junk was placed all over the walls. Scrap metal and wires, even empty robots. The man gave me a rusty smile that almost crackled through a short brown beard. I asked him, "Where am I?" He looked at the ground and looked. "Well, uh... you in Drable!" He had a funny accent that I hadn't yet heard. "You lookin' to buy 'm parts?" I looked and grinned. "Well, I... I would... it's just... I don't have a job, " I admitted. He slammed a gun out on the counter. "Na, usually I would neva' do such a thing as killa man, but..." He glanced around and spoke up again. "This guy, is teh biggest crook in town. Ain't nobody tried to stop him. He comes in with them blaster in the holster and demands that you do his bidding!, If ya refuse," He waved his arm as if to take of a hat. "He blasts them up in plain sight! If you can kill em' I give the parts ya need on teh house!" He grinned suspiciously. "Whadda ya say!" The last thing I wanted was to start of with a bad impression, but that didn't seem likely from the sounds of this guy. "Sure," I sighed. He shoved the gun towards me. Meet ma back here at 8:00. I'll spare you the details. But, I got the parts! I was amazed that space travel had been developed and instead of repairing my jet, it was torn apart and scraps were used to create a new... home. For me and Robo who now had a new body. I am nearly finished and I am a hero to the town and soon I'll travel the stars exploring the unknown!
Michelin Man
Michelin Man
The development in Dundee of a Michelin tyre-production facility helped to absorb the unemployment caused by the decline of the jute industry. In Spanish, "michelin" has acquired the meaning of the "spare tyre", or folds of fatty skin around the waist.

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