bed-wettingly

See also: bedwettingly

English

Alternative forms

• bedwettingly

Etymology

From bed-wetting +‎ -ly.

Adverb

bed-wettingly (comparative more bed-wettingly, superlative most bed-wettingly)

1. (colloquial) Extremely.
   • 1991, “Dick Tracy”, in Electric Brain, number 19, Nottingham, page 12, column 2:

     Overall Dick Tracy is a fairly good game, and although it’s not exactly bed-wettingly exciting, it’s worth checking out.

   • 1999 February 12, Richard Sutcliffe, “Northern sole agent and the pigeon lover”, in Sutton Coldfield Observer, number 715, Sutton Coldfield, page 24:

     Entering the world of John Shuttleworth is giving yourself an insight into the life of a middle-aged ‘versatile singer song writer’, who lives with his wife Mary in a suburb of Sheffield. Why on earth this in itself should be so bed-wettingly funny, I have no idea.

   • 2000, Mark Campbell, “42) Fury From The Deep (6 episodes)”, in Doctor Who: A Completely and Utterly Unauthorised Guide (Pocket Essentials TV), fortieth anniversary new edition, Harpenden, Herts: Pocket Essentials, →ISBN, page 28:

     Verdict: Scary to listen to, with chilling sound effects, nicely judged performances and a largely unseen monster. Pity about the ubiquitous foam machine, but the surviving clip shows Oak and Quill as bed-wettingly terrifying (despite the terrible incidental music).

   • 2009, John Connolly, “In Which We Learn That One Should Be Careful About Accepting Anything That Is Offered For Nothing”, in The Gates: A Strange Novel for Strange Young People, London: Hodder & Stoughton, →ISBN, page 179:

     This was not to say that the demons who were already in place were not terrifying. Seen in the right light, and at an unexpected moment, they might have proved bed-wettingly frightening.

   • 2015, John Niven, quoting Scotsman, Kill Your Friends‎^[1], London: Windmill Books, →ISBN:

     Extraordinarily vicious, deeply cynical and thoroughly depraved, but it’s also bed-wettingly funny …

   • 2016, Jenny Colgan, chapter 16, in The Café by the Sea: A Novel, New York, N.Y.: William Morrow, →ISBN, page 96:

     Then, over meals the boys all pitched in to make, they would open a local ale and trade anecdotes about their mother, […] and all the stories she used to tell about life on the island—bogles and witches and selkies and pixies—which she thought were comforting and charming and they found bed-wettingly terrifying, […]