In my new IFC comedy game show, 'Bunk,' we actually use our intern Patrick as a human timer - giving contestants the time it takes for him to wade through a bag of broken glass for a razor blade, to get gum out of his hair, to pick up every strand from a box of spaghetti I spill on the floor, etc, etc.
Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.
I took out a whole fireplace and put in broken glass and installed a burner underneath, so it looks like fire on ice. I did that in my bedroom suite. I'm pretty handy.
Moshing and broken glass just don't go together.
As it enters the ear, does it come in like broken glass or does it come in like honey?
I stopped and gazed on the little dull man who was being paid to be a teacher of teachers. I turned and walked to the door, slammed it closed with a bang, and broken glass crashed to the floor. There was uproar behind me in the class, which did not interest me at all.
I'd crawl over broken glass for Elle MacPherson or Cindy Crawford.
I saw a boy of the crew purchasing javelins of them with bits of platters and broken glass.