I am pretty sarcastic and pretty dry.

Don't judge. I used to buy underwear because I didn't do my laundry.

Dry rubs are as integral to downhome barbeque as smoke.

Obviously, I'm not a Neanderthal. I do do laundry. I am a human being.

Traditional conceptual art is very dry.

Read not Milton, for he is dry; nor Shakespeare, for he wrote of common life.

Eleven days before 9/11, I was on a plane with the 9/11 hijackers who were carrying out a dry run.

I do laundry, but my bags from the last race will sit there until the very last minute that I have to do laundry again.

Do I post pictures of my overflowing laundry basket or the dirty dishes by the sink? No, I'll probably post a pic of the finished meal looking pretty. We're all skewed in what we show.

Constitutional arguments that seem as dry as dust can have momentous consequences.

I am a great procrastinator. When the writing is going really well, the laundry piles up.

It's so dry on planes, and when you are flying for 30 hours, facial mists and moisturizers are an absolute must!

I cook and do my own laundry.

Guys should be doing laundry, doing dishes.

I'm really sarcastic. Not Morgan Webb sarcastic. She's dry, 100%. I'm different from her.

I tend to like dry humor.

Records have images. There are wet records and dry records. And big records.

New York is so dry.

Travelling alone was like laundry for my thoughts.

For me, being successful meant not having to do my laundry at a laundromat and not having a second job.