clumsy oaf

I just have the sense that life is just this clumsy oaf.

There was still one more element to the evening: a soothing, CBD-enhanced massage, performed by me, a clumsy oaf.

While the court appreciates the iron law of not waking a sleeping toddler, and while your sister is probably correct that you truly are a Shrek-like clumsy oaf who constantly knocks over lamps and wardrobes full of silverware every time you lurch to the bathroom, there is a larger law of hospitality at work: Do not make your guests pee in the backyard!

In Fitzpatrick, Doyle has created an extraordinarily creepy antagonist: a bully who plays dumb but always gets under the hero’s skin, a clumsy oaf who nevertheless can disappear like a cat into the darkness.

When one has leant forward, nearer and nearer, with parted lips—only to find oneself, quite suddenly, as a clumsy oaf scrambles to his feet, leaning towards nothing at all—well, there is a reason, even with half a gramme of soma circulating in one’s blood-stream, a genuine reason for annoyance.