Not only is it difficult to extract just the right doozy of an adjective out of the hornbook, but the maneuver can be performed at most twice in the course of an article or chapter.

Clad in the verdure of unnumber'd isles, Where scepter'd William's massy bulwarks stand, The guard and glory of the sceneful land.

Well, I won't repeat my offer of a wife: it is as bad as offering Satan a lost soul.

If one chick takes another chick's boyfriend, or calls her fat behind her back, or does any of the million or so things that violate the laws of chickdom, then vicious, eye-gouging revenge is her only recourse.