bulkily

Ted pokes his bulkily rolled mural into the back beside her, throws Monte's daypack on top of her, just for fun.

Thanksgiving Bill Roorbach 2011

The ruling classes might be happy with their gated estates and gated neighborhoods for many well-off citizens, but we are not happy watching out for unattended packages or the bulkily dressed, apprehensive of some biological, or nuclear radioactive material dirty bomb or some more planes to be blown away, or subway attack.

19 New Year Resolutions to Not Accept Clergy's Just War Apostasy Protecting Government Immorality 2010

His arms, musclebound, protruded bulkily from a dingy white short-sleeved shirt.

LIGHT FINGERS 2009

It was unnerving to see the tube going down, and late-stage ducks waddling bulkily in their pens, but no more so than watching the epic gorging at an all-you-can-eat buffet, where morbid obesity is achieved voluntarily, with knife and fork.

How foie gras is made | The Blog of Michael R. Eades, M.D. 2008

Mr. DiCaprio stands up handsomely to lavish punishment, as he did in "Blood Diamond," while Mr. Crowe shows up bulkily -- he's supposed to have put on 50 pounds for the part -- and does a lot of foxy-grandpa peering over the top of his glasses.

'Lies,' CIA Tale, Tries for Veracity, Lacks Feeling 2008

Mr. DiCaprio stands up handsomely to lavish punishment, as he did in "Blood Diamond," while Mr. Crowe shows up bulkily -- he's supposed to have put on 20 kilos for the part -- and does a lot of foxy-grandpa peering over the top of his glasses.

CIA story 'Lies' tries 2008

“Farewell, my child,” said the Prince, bulkily lifting himself into his battle-saddle.

Burlesques 2006

Ever thought of that hereticalist Marcon and the two scissymaidies and how bulkily he shat the Ructions gunorrhal?

Finnegans Wake 2006

“Farewell, my child,” said the Prince, bulkily lifting himself into his battle-saddle.

A Legend of the Rhine 2006

It was unnerving to see the tube going down, and late-stage ducks waddling bulkily in their pens, but no more so than watching the epic gorging at an all-you-can-eat buffet, where morbid obesity is achieved voluntarily with knife and fork. my italics

Foie gras, c’est moi? | The Blog of Michael R. Eades, M.D. 2005