It's nice to feel she isn't being wasted on some dumbbell, isn't it?
I was taken aboard one of their dumbbell ships, and brought here.
But a woman is at once given away: she look like a dumbbell run over by an express train.
The next day he calmly chose the seat in front of the dumbbell—and proceeded to write a perfect examination.
It was something like a dumbbell, covered with marine growth where it had been above the sand, but fairly smooth under it.
It was the shape of a dumbbell—two spheres joined together by a short middle bar.
And hanging on patrol over this polar basin were two more of the dumbbell ships.
Above it, they caught a flicker from the forest of masts and the glint from a dumbbell ship.
Of unusual shape, both round and flat, so a cross-section looks like a dumbbell with angular ends.