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48 examples of Sweaty in a sentence

We're really good at being sweaty and smelly.
They are pedaling really hard, they're sweaty, they're bouncing around a lot.
I can feel the brush of sweaty bodies passing me in the darkness, but I can't see much else.
There were a couple large, sweaty men with chainsaws standing in the center of the church, but nobody knew where to send them because no one knew the extent of the damage yet.
My first introduction was at the Abidjan airport on a sweaty, Ivory Coast morning.
Pulling water out of Monterey fog and out of the sweaty air in Atlanta, before it gets into a building, are key technologies.
I grew up as the daughter of Indian immigrants visiting my cousins in India every summer, and because I had no immunity to the local malarias, I was made to sleep under this hot, sweaty mosquito net every night while my cousins, they were allowed to sleep out on the terrace and have this nice, cool night breeze wafting over them.
A sudden rush of panic swept over his body, leaving him with sweaty palms, a foggy mind and a racing heart.
For some people, the chemical androstenone smells like vanilla; to others, it smells like sweaty urine, which is unfortunate because androstenone is commonly found in tasty things like pork.
So with the sweaty urine smellers in mind, pork producers will castrate male pigs to stop them from making androstenone.
They also feel hot, sweaty, anxious, and find it difficult to sleep.
Palms sweaty, heart racing, stomach in knots.
Picture it: a big, sweaty, tattooed man in a cowboy hat and chaps, is in the ring as the arena full of fans cheer him on.
But one of them in particular grew out of some of this very old work with measuring sweaty palms with an electrical signal.
I can't give you the racing heart, the sweaty palms, that sense of rising panic.
Based on past experiences of taking tests, their brains predict a hammering heartbeat, sweaty hands, so much so that they are unable to actually take the test.
If nothing else, at least I've discovered what it is we put our speakers through: sweaty palms, sleepless nights, a wholly unnatural fear of clocks.
Friday Night With Jonathan Ross must have those in charge of Ross rubbing their sweaty little palms together.
Robert Aldrich's brutal, quasi-black comedy "The Grissom Gang", a reworking of the 1948 British film "No Orchids For Miss Blandish", has 1920s heiress Kim Darby kidnapped by a pack of clumsy thieves; soon, that gang is dispatched and poor Kim is then transferred into the clutches of another crooked bunch--third-rate gangster brothers with sweaty, pasty faces and a mother who looks like Buddy Ebsen in drag.
But since the side-stories (the progress of the cops on the case and another one involving floozy-singer Connie Stevens) are rather dull, the director has no choice but to keep foisting those sweaty faces on us.
I would have given this film a 4 out of 10 (the sweaty lesbian scene is not bad and Christina Lai has an amazingly beautiful face and body), but a particularly disgusting scene of abuse forced me to cut 2 more points.
The main character is either wet in the swimming pool, or all sweaty in his bed... poor guy.
We see dozens of farmhands sweaty and dirty in the hot sun.
Showing him with his shirt off pumping iron like a sweaty madman 3-4 times in the movie is totally unnecessary.
This is a WESTERN, for crying out loud! It's supposed to look dusty, nasty and sweaty.
Ingratiating and handsome, Reynolds comes as close to winking at the audience as he can without breaking up; he seems to know these backwoods as well as any movie star, while director Joesph Sargent provides an easy pace and a sweaty ambiance which brings the South alive.
The first time we see him he's bare-chested, sweaty, and engaged in that favorite "beefcake" activity -- chopping wood.
It's true that Don Simpson and the other producers came up with the idea of a fairly cheap, lowbrow flick with lots of sweaty bodies to help sell a soundtrack of (admitedly catchy) pop, so Flashdance is an odd sort of pioneer: the first MTV movie.
They took Randy 'I have no talent, I m just a fat and sweaty pig' Quaid (the only wrong thing about part 1) and made a 'movie' about him...There are only morons in his family, but not the 'aren't they cute' kinda moronic, but the 'don t touch me' kinda moronic.
I bet tourists never envisage Sydney and Bondi to look like it did in this film: all sweaty bodies, oppressive nighttime and gangsters in nylon shorts and jandals.