A Shadow On The Floor Thing I
A shadow on the floor thing. I looked at this thing moving forward, felt the icy wind hit. The floor sat a long, thin human form, like a child with a slate pencil on the slate to draw the kind of thing. The line represents a slender body; two lines on behalf of the two arms, each leg is also
A designated head is polygonal. This shape becomes more immediately clear. It is wearing a long dress, very thin, very delicate. But this indicates that it belongs to women. I heard a hush sound. This is her, or is the window crevices gadfly buzzing around it? No, this is her own a toothache wife sent to the! The Queen her
Terrible devil, and God bless, I ask her not to visit us! "There’s very good!" She whispered to hum. "Here is a good place the wet zone, the zone covered with moss! Mosquitoes with toxic long needles buzzing here; now I have this medicine. This needle teeth need Helenians to grind. teeth in bed sleeping white man’s mouth issue. they
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August 10th, 2010 at 11:53 am
So not really on the same topic as your post, but I found this today and I just can’t resist sharing. Mrs. Agathe’s dishwasher quit working so she called a repairman. Since she had to go to work the next day, she told him, “I’ll leave the key under the mat. Fix the dishwasher, leave the bill on the counter, and I’ll mail you the check. Oh, and by the way…don’t worry about my Doberman. He won’t bother you. But, whatever you do, do NOT under ANY circumstances talk to my parrot!” When the repairman arrived at Mrs. Agathe’s apartment the next day, he discovered the biggest and meanest looking Doberman he had ever seen. But just as she had said, the dog simply laid there on the carpet, watching the repairman go about his business. However, the whole time the parrot drove him nuts with his incessant cursing, yelling and name-calling. Finally the repairman couldn’t contain himself any longer and yelled, “Shut up, you stupid ugly bird!” To which the parrot replied, “Get him, Spike!”
August 15th, 2010 at 6:13 am
I can’t believe it how you surprise me each time, keep the good work, thanks man!
August 19th, 2010 at 6:59 pm
You did it again, thanks.
August 23rd, 2010 at 12:45 pm
I understand what your talking about, life these days is all together then it was back in the old days . I mean that our parents didn’t concern themselves with this , technology as we know it from many angles helps change things for both the good and the bad. Reckon I might be old fashioned , but I recall when a hard days work was the norm . People were honest , you could let your kids just go outside and play , and things just weren’t as expensive either . I recon prices are always going to have inflation, however I don’t understand why we can’t go back to the time when folks cared about each other and actually knew what their neighbors names were . Recon its history, but you know its a great day to be alive , so I suppose I otta just keep moving forward.
August 29th, 2010 at 11:44 am
Hey, I just hopped over to your site via StumbleUpon. Not somthing I would normally read, but I liked your thoughts none the less. Thanks for making something worth reading.