He had let himself get a bit lardy, a bit complacent.

In others they register as a vaguely smoky, lardy aftertaste.

Eventually I retreated to the kitchens for a scrap of lardy cake.

A variation of the lardy cake is the dripping cake.

Ratchett's lardy body was frozen before the seated figure.

But you always said you hated that lardy soap!"

Women decided this kind of lardy exhibitionism wasn't something that they wanted to aspire to and took their custom elsewhere.

And we can have him massaged and dieted down to the point where he doesn't look so lardy."

Sweat was pouring off his lardy face in rivulets, drenching the ornate cloak.

Glossy hunks of lardy flesh, that's the ticket.

Feldmeyer shook his head until his lardy jowls wobbled.

'Not quite lardy enough, maybe-but 'senough to fool those freaks."

His lardy naked form straddled her, her own body half on the bed, legs hanging over the side and feet touching the carpet.

Clarkson is a lardy loudmouth who possesses no sense of decency - he will say anything to earn another exorbitant fee.

Kenneth impressed them where I had failed, and our room was upgraded to a suite as soon as he laid the lardy accent on them.

This initial tease of a scene shows more class and thought than the rest of the movie, which lumbers from lardy exposition to climax overload.

Or was the show just a fig leaf on the lardy body of British TV, whose removal is only of concern to prudes?

Vermishank strained his head over his lardy shoulder, glanced vaguely at the shelves of volumes that covered his walls.

Here is a man engaged in conversation with an array of local mums and lardy salt-of-the-earth types and ruddy, cudgelled-looking people like myself.

Hubert Wentworth soon reappeared with a tray laid with teapot, cups, milk, and a lardy cake cut into slices.

If its about the harm to oneself, then adults shouldn't smoke, they shouldn't drink and Morrisons should stop loading Market Street with lardy cake.

Baseball caps, medium moustaches, lardy stomachs, wide gold wedding bands, chunky sports watches, flowery shorts, no real smiles.

A heavy slapping rhythm filled the room from Linda's big, lardy stomach slamming into Daphne's jiggling jelly buns.