I’m used to being in creative environments where people throw out a lot of ideas.
I don’t go to clubs and throw money and pop bottles. That’s not my thing, no disrespect.
Like their predecessors, the Presidents of today just throw up their hands.
Just take the ball and throw it where you want to. Throw strikes. Home plate don’t move.
I throw the ball ninety-two miles an hour, but they hit it back just as hard.
I always wanted to host a show, throw whipped-cream pies. Theater is not my cup of tea.
I don’t throw my clothes out after one wear. Shocking, I know.
Even on the most serious ballads, I’ll throw in a tongue-in-cheek remark.
In California, they don’t throw their garbage away – they make it into TV shows.
They would almost throw the cops in jail when they tried to arrest me.
I’m a very soft-spoken person. I don’t throw furniture. I don’t throw tantrums.
I take time to get close to, and I don’t immediately throw my arms round someone.
The word that almost makes me throw up is satin; damask makes me throw up.
Snooki and Honey Boo Boo. These are big celebrities in the U.S. You want to throw up.