I’m not bragging but I used to be rather beautiful, with lovely legs, and people would always ask me to dance. But suddenly people didn’t take any notice of me any more. I was at a party in my 50s and was forced to dance with a chair because nobody wanted to dance with me.
To be fair, restaurant culture has always been about bragging rights – such is the elitist nature of food. It’s just that social media makes it that much easier for everyone to play the game.
I’m not gonna start bragging about my credentials, but I love jiu-jitsu and I’ve been on the mat awhile, and I’m a jedi and whatnot.
The rivalry is huge between South Carolina and Clemson. It’s major bragging rights; one of the most intense things I’ve been a part of.
What people don’t know about me is that I’m a pretty good businesswoman. Yes, I do this little ol’ game show, but I know the show isn’t going to last forever, so I’ve gone into different ventures. But I don’t want to sound like I’m bragging.
Hip-hop deals with bragging and braggadocio, being boastful. It’s always been about who’s got the most money.
I’m always bragging, always laughing with my Spain team-mates at Barcelona, saying I’ll take 30 per cent possession and two goals – a win is a win. It’s football.
I came up with all kinds of stuff. That was part of being great and having creativity. I’m not just bragging about myself. I’m just saying.
I’m not bragging, but just going Sunday to Sunday, it will be a real rare game when I don’t catch a pass.
Without bragging, I’ve been blessed to have five of the greatest statistical years for a running back.
Many of my memories of my mum are of her in the bath with a book, utilising her limited spare time by simultaneously washing and studying. She left school with no qualifications and now has a PhD. If I seem like I am bragging about this, I am.
If you have to design something, choose things that we need as opposed to frivolous things that we might just want for a month or two for bragging rights.
I was born in North Carolina but moved to a suburb just outside of Philadelphia when I was 5, so mostly grew up there. I decided I wanted to become an actor when I was 8 years old. I literally heard a friend on the playground bragging about how he was taking acting classes and thought, ‘Oh! That’s what I’m supposed to be doing!’
I’ve given her bragging rights. That’s something my mum’s definitely big on, like any African parent. Like any parent.
One thing the Scottish boys want in the changing room is the bragging rights over the English lads.
Trump was always a poster boy of the selfish, egomaniacal, ignorant, bragging, cruel rich kid, whose mirror was the sleazy pages of Rupert Murdoch’s ‘New York Post.’ Trump’s oxygen was the leaked item, without which he would die the suffocating death of being shown to a bad table.
One thing the Scottish boys want in the changing room is the bragging rights over the English lads.
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