The only thing that sticks in my gullet is that fifty per cent.
"The Trail of '98" by Robert W. Service
Round, with parallel sides for gulleting purposes, or rat-tail when it tapers.
"Practical Mechanics for Boys" by J. S. Zerbe
He tilted Grit's limp head, shut off his muzzle, stroked his throat and let the restorative trickle into the gullet.
"Rimrock Trail" by J. Allan Dunn
A-ya's bow was bent as swiftly as Loob's, and the two arrows sped together, both into the monster's gaping gullet.
"In the Morning of Time" by Charles G. D. Roberts
When I ask a fellow: 'Old man, what do you want to wet your gullet?
"A Nest of Spies" by Pierre Souvestre
He loathed to wrench a hook from a fish's gullet!
"In a Little Town" by Rupert Hughes
Well, suppose they did squeeze his gullet up there on a scaffold!
"Mayflower (Flor de mayo)" by Vicente Blasco Ibáñez
In a little while Milo will have that which will fill these hungry dogs to the gullet.
"The Pirate Woman" by Aylward Edward Dingle
DISEASES OF THE PHARYNX AND GULLET.
"Special Report on Diseases of Cattle" by U.S. Department of Agriculture
Gobble, gobble, slip, slop: in two swallows the Landcrabs went down the Cat's gullet.
"The Talking Thrush" by William Crooke
From one old gullet, then from others, came choking, snarling sounds which presently became words.
"Astounding Stories of Super-Science, December 1930" by Various
Yes, to choke you till your lying old pipe of a gullet would shut off your wind for good and all.
"Captain Pott's Minister" by Francis L. Cooper
Satan rising into their throats blocked up their gullets.
"La Sorcière: The Witch of the Middle Ages" by Jules Michelet
In its gullet was found a large herring, and in its throat a piece of plate-glass about an inch in length.
"Smeaton and Lighthouses" by John Smeaton
Drink it up or I'll sling it down your gullet.
"My Brave and Gallant Gentleman" by Robert Watson
It passed Randy Kinkare, and they saw him shrink away, a noise of terror gurgling in his gullet.
"The Giants From Outer Space" by Geoff St. Reynard
But we became separated and I returned here to find him with his gullet slit.
"Red Nails" by Robert E. Howard
But for him I should be sleeping in comfort, and not sitting here, feeling as if I still had his fingers about my gullet.
"With Wolseley to Kumasi" by F.S. Brereton
He will tear out my gullet.
"Seven Frozen Sailors" by George Manville Fenn
Not obey the boss, when they already felt an endless stream trickling down their unionized gullets?
"H. R." by Edwin Lefevre
Voice, commanding as a levy,
Does not leave a thing immune,
Smelting, fusing… In his gullet
Flows the tin of molten spoons.
"Humble home. But rum, and charcoal..." by Boris Pasternak
And pierced in the gullet their leader goes down!
And sinks with a curse on the plain;
And his squire falls dead! cut through headpiece and crown!
And his groom by a back stroke is slain.
"The Feud: A Border Ballad" by Adam Lindsay Gordon
A shadowy press of men
and tilted helmets at the open door.
My body swept throughout with a shattering spell
of fear—the fear that makes your heart like lead
your gullet sicken and the bowels creep
and slide like live things in your abdomen.
"In a Dug-out" by John Allan Wyeth
Published Sunday, August 26, 2012, at 12 a.m. CABO SAN LUCAS, Mexico — There's another side to Cabo San Lucas, where tequila is gold and not white and comes in short fluted glasses, not poured into your gullet by a funnel stuck in your mouth.
It can, it does, and -- like Mrs Fella 's salmon loaf in AF's gullet -- it occasionally sticks.
From toy soldiers and toy cars, to carrot sticks, pencils, crayons and more, some curious toddler somewhere has jammed it down his gullet or into his nose.
The matzohs were firm and in big chunks and only scratched as they went down the gullet.
Shoreham, LIPA/Lilco and company will be stuck in our collective gullets -- looks like forever -- unless and only unless there is a real public uproar.
The gullet of the cave goes completely black, and the throaty yelps of hundreds of unseen creatures echo from within.
This talk is based on Michaela DeSoucey's dissertation, called Gullet Politics, in which she compares the political, cultural, and moral debates over foie gras in the US (primarily in Chicago) and in France.
This Thanksgiving, millions of Americans will sit down at the table and gawk over all the goodies they are planning to cram in their gullet.