For whatever reason, I enjoy eating soggy cereal.
I've got soggy thighs. It must be dinner time.
A ground plan is important in terms of its rigor. If your plan is soggy and weak, your production will be soggy and weak.
If you're Mejicana or Mejicano and don't know who Pedro Infante is, you should be tied to a hot stove with yucca rope and beaten with sharp dry corn husks as you stand in a vat of soggy fideos.
I was at a bar nursing a beer. My nipple was getting quite soggy.
The earth is soaked and soggy with rain. Everything is drinking its fill and the surplus gluts the drains. The sky is full of it and lies low over the earth, heavy and dense. Even the sea is wetter than usual!
But I’ve been turning over in my mind the question of nostalgia, and whether I suffer from it. I certainly don’t get soggy at the memory of some childhood knickknack; nor do I want to deceive myself sentimentally about something that wasn’t even true at the time—love of the old school, and so on. But if nostalgia means the powerful recollection of strong emotions—and a regret that such feelings are no longer present in our lives—then I plead guilty.
If you like soggy cereal, then we not friends.
In moments of considerable strain, I tend to take to bread-and-butter pudding. There is something about the blandness of soggy bread, the crispness of the golden outer crust and the unadulterated pleasure of a lightly set custard that makes the world seem a better place to live.
If you cast your bread upon the water and you have faith, you'll get back cash. If you don't have faith, you'll get soggy bread.
Leaves covered pavement like soggy cereal.
Everyone should know that feeling of overcoming fear and mastering something. People who aren't taught that become soggy.
The English were notoriously unenthusiastic about burning witches. I suppose ours were too soggy.
