Only sure defense is capture control station, then command ugly little bastards go sleep.

"Why would he want to talk to an ugly bastard like you?"

No one could say: that ugly old bastard is her father.

So now, six months later, the ugly bastard is finished.

Her first thought was that he was a big ugly bastard at close range.

The ugly bastard had slammed into another tree and now struggled to right himself.

Don't think for even minute that those ugly little bastards can't fight, because they cursed we can.

And who but those ugly bastards out there on the ice could have done that?

Most of the men think he's an ugly, hairy bastard.

Why do you keep giving those ugly bastards the benefit of the doubt?