con game

This is going to be the Game of Thrones of U.S. Senate races.

Dora is seen getting dressed as a mermaid by a cursor being manned by some omniscient game player.

Think of it as Game of Thrones—if you subtract the sex and violence and add drunken revelry and singing.

Actually, the guessing game is over; the weddings have begun, as have weird attempts to circumvent our constitutional democracy.

But almost to the man, the first thing every ex-con tells me is how hard it is to find work.

And to tell the truth, she couldn't help wishing he could see, so he could make the game livelier.

Jean clung to his English nurse, who played the fascinating game of pretending to eat his hand.

Two many-branched candelabra, holding wax lights, brilliantly illuminate the game.

The unhappy applicant was naturally obliged to temporarily retire from the game, at all events for that night.

His head fell back limp on MacRae's arm, and the rest of the message went with the game old Dutchman across the big divide.