Tank up

A painter was desirous of drawing the elephant, which was kept in the menagerie at Versailles, […] [H]e [the elephant] turned his resentment on the master, and tanking up a quantity of water in his trunk, threw it on the paper upon which the painter was drawing, and spoiled it.

One way of insuring that your baby eats enough is to increase his intake during the day, before 11 P.M. By "tanking up," as I call this strategy, you get more food into his tummy, which, in turn, enables him to sleep through longer stretches at night. Tanking up is also great for growth spurts, those two- or three-day periods when your baby eats more than usual[…].

We Americans have grumbled loudly about rising gasoline prices while tanking up as if almost nothing has happened. Over the Fourth of July holiday, a record 40.7 million Americans took trips of more than 50 miles, up 1.2 percent from a year earlier.

The team was in ready mode; Gabe could feel it. They were scarfing up food, tanking up, knowing they would be freezing their asses off all day on that rocky ridge.

He was pretty well tanked up with extra dry Mumm and heady old Chambertin, and was drowsy and uproarious by turns.

[H]e loves to monkey with the flowing bowl, and gets beastly drunk. He attended a banquet to-day at which I was the honored guest, and he disgraced me by tanking up to the full extent of his capacity.

"Thanksgiving eve," he repeated. "We was to have a leetle celebration Thanksgiving eve." And he added somewhat anxiously: "You ain't forgot about that, Bill? It's an awful long time since we had a drink." / "Last time you had too many," Skookum Bill reminded him. / "What if I had?" Dobbs asked, in injured tones. "I get durn little fun in life, and I'm gettin' old. About the only time I feel good and like I used to is when I'm tanked up. Wait twenty years and you'll know."

I have a feeling she went to work on some bastard in the kitchen. I just have a feeling. She always starts necking some bastard in the kitchen when she gets tanked up. I'm through. I swear to God I mean it this time.

A month earlier, in a fit of inspiration while tanked up on cheap beer, Michael and I painted the walls of my room a soft pale yellow. Now I feel like it's melting all around me, like I'm encased in a hot piece of buttered white toast.

Every valley was once tanked up for the purpose of irrigation, or the use of the herd,—indelible marks of reproach to succeeding generations, or at least to those by whom they have been governed.