We draw straws...

Drowning men clutch at straws.

Then why don't we draw straws?

Okay, everybody, hold on to your straws.

We're grasping at straws at this point.

Jonathan, with a whole lot of plastic straws.

So raise your straws if you'll join me.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

All that matters is that we continue to fan the flame of humanity by living our lives as the ultimate creative expression of who we really are, because we are all connected by millions and millions of straws, and it's time to join those up and to hang on.