Clod used in a sentence

Clod in a sentence as a noun

I do my sleeping at work, you insensitive clod!

You forgot the poll jokes, you insensitive clod!

What about lynx, links, w3m you insensitive clod?

I don't have any fingers, you insensitive clod!

My grandfather was killed by punji sticks, you insensitive clod!

I was searching for information about Zerg Rushes, you insensitive clod!

I cannot answer your poll accurately, you insensitive clod.

If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or thine own were.

It's probably too soon, and I know I'll be viewed as an insensitive clod, but the time to start healing by rising above it and moving on with her life begins now.

> somebody saying their house is in America, but not in DC or any of the statesI live on Midway Atoll, you insensitive clod!

Being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.

I'll have you know I'm a Marine with ambitions of cheerleading, you insensitive clod!I'm sorry, but a cheerleader with a bazooka is most decidedly dangerous.

"No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind.

"\n \n Cook Ting laid down his knife and replied,\n "What I care about is the Way,\n which goes beyond skill.\n \n "When I first began cutting up oxen,\n all I could see was the ox itself.\n After three years I no longer saw the whole ox.\n And now -- now I go at it by spirit\n and don’t look with my eyes.\n Perception and understanding have come to a stop\n and spirit moves where it wants.\n \n "I go along with the natural makeup,\n strike in the big hollows,\n guide the knife through the big openings,\n and follow things as they are.\n So I never touch the smallest ligament or tendon,\n much less a main joint.\n \n "A good cook changes his knife once a year,\n because he cuts.\n A mediocre cook changes his knife once a month,\n because he hacks.\n I’ve had this knife of mine for nineteen years\n and I’ve cut up thousands of oxen with it,\n and yet the blade is still as newly sharpened.\n \n "There are spaces between the joints,\n and the blade of the knife has really no thickness.\n If you insert what has no thickness into such spaces,\n then there’s plenty of room,\n more than enough for the blade to play about in.\n That’s why after nineteen years\n the blade of my knife is still as newly sharpened.\n \n "However, whenever I come to a complicated place,\n I size up the difficulties,\n tell myself to watch out and be careful,\n keep my eyes on what I’m doing,\n work very slowly,\n and move the knife with the greatest subtlety,\n until -- flop!\n the whole thing comes apart\n like a clod of earth crumbling to the ground.\n \n "I stand there holding the knife and look all around me,\n completely satisfied and reluctant to move on,\n and then I wipe off the knife and put it away.