How To Use Potbellied In A Sentence
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I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been.
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Now Father was potbellied and balding and fierce, and Jane was more than a little afraid of him.
Uprising
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There was a hot fire in the potbellied stove and an oil lamp burning high on a table in the corner.
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Bridgette Suder is shown at her Herndon, Va. home with Bacon, a Vietnamese potbellied pig.
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You don't often run across a hard-boiled literary PI who's potbellied, recovers from a beating by pigging out on baked beans and complains to a client's girlfriend that her clothes smell bad when what he's actually reacting to is the cologne she carefully picked out for the day.
Unlikely gumshoe with grit
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The potbellied shouted, "Though just a section head, I receive the remuneration of a chief rank in the county!
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“If you turn out to be a potbellied, middle-aged accountant, I will be supremely annoyed.”
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This cast iron creation was also called the potbellied stove.
The Albert Lea Tribune
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In the past, "toasted skin syndrome" has occurred in workers whose jobs require being close to a heat source, including bakers and glass blowers, and, before central heating, in people who huddled near potbellied stoves to stay warm.
'Toasted Skin Syndrome' Can Be Caused By Warm Laptops, Researchers Warn
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There was a hot fire in the potbellied stove and an oil lamp burning high on a table in the corner.
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Growing up, we had bunnies, potbellied pigs, puppies, kitties, ducks, chickens … we had it all – (not all at once, of course) – and we also had the BEIGE carpet … oy vey!
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There he stands, shuffling his feet, this adolescent whose potbellied father used to thrash his hide not more than half a year ago in order to train him with such methods to become a merchant in maggoty flour and mouldy jam: there he stands, moaning and groaning, this addlebrain, torturing himself as he tries in vain to remember the pertinent paragraphs of the rules that were crammed into his stupid head -- and he cannot make up his mind whether to use his hatchet on the noble don, to shout for help, or to simply wave him on his way.
Hard to be a god
