Now, one day, right, he's staggering across the pub pissed from the night before. He's gone over, crunch, right on his mooey, like a fucking ironing board.1997, Gary Oldman, Nil by Mouth, screenplay
Pan was curious about the silver pot that the female homer cradled against her round mooey breasts as if it were a babe […]1984, Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume: