Let's go find us a needle in a haystack.

Finding it randomly would be the equivalent of locating a needle in a haystack, blindfolded, wearing baseball mitts.

And also, there's way more cells in your brain than the number of straws in a typical haystack.

This is way more difficult than, let's say, finding a needle in a haystack, because at least, you know, the needle is still something you can physically put your fingers on.

This really was a needle in a haystack sort of search, so she asked everything she could think of.

No straw?

See.

Straw, bits of string.

What you speak is straw. It cannot even be considered as straw, rotten straw.

There is no hay in Shady Grove.

A proud race. Overstuffed hay bags.

They ask you to work no less than 15 hours a day with a salary that will not be enough to cover even rent.

You no longer feel the pain clothes,

Always the old joke about the needle and the haystack.

There must have been straw on the floor.

There is no barley left, so straw.

Not so much as a busted twig.

I have terrible hay fever.

A whole pile of it.

Dung heap.

There is no straw left either, they give you the dry grass.

And there was wheat straw and there was rice straw in this area.

If I spoke, would that motionless and suffering youth leap into the obscurity clutch at the straw?

It is Pharaoh's order that you be given no straw

Truck after truck after truck, filled with stack after stack after stack of data.

That's a stack of thylakoids.

Ah, this bit of rubbish ought to do

Get out of that hayloft!

In other words, we're looking for a needle in a haystack.

It's bad enough picking on a straw man, but picking on poor little dogs...

These things that I photographed this tire pile here had 45 million tires in it. It was the largest one.

Bluetooth management using the BlueZ stack

There's another pile of leaves.

What a pile of dirty dishes.

Give the lady a stack of black chips.

Volunteers for the manure pile.

A whole tidy little pile of rocks.

A letter in a pile of laundry.

Dung heap, or I'll... blow you down to hell, and you can...

The last track also dropped chaff to mimic the mining of Haiphong harbor.

One day when I went out to my wood pile, or rather my pile of stumps, I observed two

You can turn it into a pile of ruins.

Out of my way, you barking' haystack.

And to give you a simple example here as to what we actually fed these customers, there's a bale of hay there and some crab apples.

I kept having to sweep under the door with a piece of straw from my broom.