If you want a place in the sun, you have to expect a few blisters.

If you want a place in the sun, you've got to put up with a few blisters.

I always rate a convention by the lack of blisters from twiddling my thumbs.

He knows much of what men paint themselves would blister in the light of what they are.

I usually get down with a little Violent Femmes in the summer. You know, 'Blister In The Sun.'

I was a really avid bowler when I was a teenager. I had about a 210-220 average. I had blisters on my fingers.

My feet are not a good part of my body. They definitely have suffered for my art. They're, like, all bunions and blisters.

Comfort is number one for me with shoes. I like to do a test walk in heels to make sure I won't fall or get crazy blisters.

Each time I see a split infinitive, an inconsistent tense structure or the unnecessary use of the passive voice, I blister.

I remember in the early days when we played six nights a week for a month and I was doing my long drum solo every night. My hands were covered in blisters.

Being constantly with children was like wearing a pair of shoes that were expensive and too small. She couldn't bear to throw them out, but they gave her blisters.

And I came close to losing a part of my foot on two occasions. I hope I'm consistently lucky and that the next time I develop a blister or step on something sharp, that I don't go as far as I did on those two times.

My son now is 22 months old, he's been playing since he was 12 months old and he gets standing ovations on the drums. He's been with us since he was 10 weeks old, he's been on the drums. He's got blisters on his fingers before he can even talk.

I've been through the entire list of Polar problems. I knew it would be hard, but it's harder than I ever thought it would be. I've suffered from blisters, a high-altitude cough, frost nip, and I even managed to break a ski they told me was unbreakable.

In the case of the cashew, someone, somewhere, a long time ago determined that it had to be roasted. The cashew was once nicknamed the blister nut, because if you try to eat it raw from the tree, your mouth pays the price. The cashew is not a nut, however; it's a seed.

When I was young, summers stretched so long, as if they'd never end. Days were like marathons of time, riding bikes until my blisters had blisters, endless energy, and not an actual care in the world aside from when 'Paul' could come out and play. Days now feel more like minutes, almost game show like.

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