Drowning men clutch at straws.

We're grasping at straws at this point.

I'm clutching!

you're not clutching!

We draw straws...

Well, I'm telling you, we're grasping at straws here.

Clutching my painful wound...

She doubled over, clutching her side.

Then why don't we draw straws?

The men in the kitchen found themselves clutching at and struggling with empty air.

Okay, everybody, hold on to your straws.

I know you're grasping at straws, but don't drag my brother down with you.

Jonathan, with a whole lot of plastic straws.

So raise your straws if you'll join me.

I see that you're clutching a teddy bear, etc., etc.

I'm not drawing any straws. I'm for killing it now.

Scarlett comes runng over the balcony, clutching her throat and screaming.

And they took one look and ran out the back to draw short straws.

So we know we shouldn't use straws etc., etc., we continue to do so.

Not on his side, I'm sure! I shouldn't think he cared three straws about her.

But a recent article by Paul G. Bell in the Mensa magazine provides some straws in the wind.

And also, there's way more cells in your brain than the number of straws in a typical haystack.

The American closed the other door. Lemme go inside, said Marvel, staggering and weeping, but still clutching the books.

And on the first day at Simikot in Humla, far west of Nepal, the most impoverished region of Nepal, an old man came in clutching a bundle of rags.

Men, women, children lying in rows, killed by poison gas, others foaming at the mouth, gasping for breath, a father clutching his dead children, imploring them to get up and walk.

But it ranged from such items as a complete de mining equipment to these kind of water sterilizing straws, so it was really wide ranging.

And when we'd finished, he went around silently and he joined all of the straws up till it looped around the whole ward, and then he said,

More water comes down, the deforested areas, here in the Tarai, will be unable to absorb the effluent, because trees are like straws that suck up the extra seasonal water.

But Hall had hardly run a dozen yards before he gave a loud shout of astonishment and went flying headlong sideways, clutching one of the labourers and bringing him to the ground.

looking squarely at rejection, at heartbreak, at war, at death.

At last mad, at last at peace!

At all! At all!

At school! At school!

Hall sent the knife sliding along the table to Wadgers, who acted as goal keeper for the offensive, so to speak, and then stepped forward as Jaffers and the stranger swayed and staggered towards him, clutching and hitting in.

Now ... look at, look at this! Look at this!

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.

Look at me, look at me, look at me.

Look at Angola, look at Mozambique, look at Zimbabwe.

Come at least at six.

At least not at first.

Staring at us, at Chris.

At work at the airport?

He's staying at Jacob's, he's staying at Jacob's! At Jacob's?

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