Tom took a swig of rum.

I'm putting my ass in a sling for you.

Rum, how little one knows about one's pals!

I was the better at coke and rum

Old enough to know your ass is in a sling.

You're a damned rum customer, mister, said Mr. Jaffers.

Yeah, could you make me a rum and Coke?

A Cuba Libre is a cocktail with a rum base.

What's that? he asked. Rum looking customer stopping at the

Even if you don't like rum, try a glass of this.

Eye of rabbit, harp string hum Turn this water into rum

Turn it to rum. Actually managed a weak tea yesterday, before...

We were in the desert, in Wadi Rum, in a small Jeep.

I have changed opinion. I will take a glass, a rum Collins.

You got a rum un up home! said Teddy. Hall very sociably pulled up.

Every now and then we'd go down there and we pull up that old jug of rum.

I will drink it up. Bring me a bottle of rum! I'll do it even without betting.

They had me on all fours with my ass in the air in that sling. And those elves came up...

During prohibition days, racketeers used to rub each other out to get control of the rum running racket.

You know that you can hold a 40 ounce bottle of rum and two bottles of coke in a wineskin?

When Mulvihill was sheriff of Ventura County, the rum runners landed tons of booze on the beach and never lost a drop.

Fair Haven Ledges, and exchange their skins for rum in Concord village who told him, even, that he had seen a moose there.

He had a brachial avulsion, so the nerves were cut and the arm was paralyzed, lying in a sling for a year, and then the arm was amputated.

In blizzard winds, the crew sling ropes between the tents so that people can feel their way safely to the nearest ice house and to the nearest outhouse.

On board the ship itself, with much yelling and arm waving, the stevedores then unloaded each sling and saw its contents placed in a designated position in the hold.

Perhaps the most vivid example was the practice of cat burning, in which a cat was hoisted on a stage and lowered in a sling into a fire, and the spectators shrieked in laughter as the cat, howling in pain, was burned to death.

Well, one day me and some of my buddies, we was maybe 5 or 6 years old, we slipped over there, and we swiped us a jug of that Puerto Rican rum, tied a string on it and sunk her over the side of the creek.

So the patient had an actual arm, which is painful, in a sling for a few months or a year, and then, in a misguided attempt to get rid of the pain in the arm, the surgeon amputates the arm, and then you get a phantom arm with the same pains, right?

When I looked at the case sheet, I found that they had an actual arm, and the nerves supplying the arm had been cut, and the actual arm had been paralyzed, and lying in a sling for several months before the amputation, and this pain then gets carried over into the phantom itself.

Nearer yet to town, you come to Breed's location, on the other side of the way, just on the edge of the wood ground famous for the pranks of a demon not distinctly named in old mythology, who has acted a prominent and astounding part in our New England life, and deserves, as much as any mythological character, to have his biography written one day who first comes in the guise of a friend or hired man, and then robs and murders the whole family New England Rum.