Before you throw a live grenade, you spend a whole day throwing mass dummies, from different positions.
She throws like a girl.
When I threw my first grenade I was praying not to drop it. That would have been awkward.
“Before you throw a live grenade, you spend a whole day throwing mass dummies, from different positions.”
When you pull the pin, Mr. Grenade is not your friend.
“She throws like a girl.”
I kind of agree, but from what I have observed, she throws like a girl who didn’t grow up with brothers.