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limo
I remember this one episode of Top Gear, where the three hosts had to buy a car and turn them into a limo. One of them got stuck around a corner, the other fell in half and i think the other was all around shitty. Funniest episode i've ever seen, let me tell you. Ahh, i love Top Gear ^^
remember
Remember. That word always bring pain to the forefront of my mind. I remember seeing my Grandmother lying on the hospital bed, trying to hide the pain with a smile as she was slowly dying of cancer. I remember my Nana, at age 90, staring up at me with open eyes when she was in fact, asleep -she died that morning. I remember everyone I've lost in the past few years and how much I miss them and then i remember how much pain its caused but can't help but thinking things would be better if I joined them... wherever they were.
sideburns
When i think of sideburns i think of those really long ones that hang down the side of a man's face - a man who, no doubt, lost his sense of fashion somewhere in the 60's. Or maybe Wolverine, i mean who the hell ever thought sideburns like that were cool? Hugh Jackman is a total hottie and they hide him under all that hair D:
torch
growing up on a farm has it's benefits, she thought dryly as she watched her friends stumble through the camp grounds like idiots, at least i know how to handle a TORCH...
booth
she sat alone in the booth, waiting for him atfer 3 hours she realized he probably wasn't coming and a tear slid down her pale cheek. once she left the resturant in sobs he stepped out of the shadows of the nearest alley 'it was for the best, he would only hurt her' he told himself as he walked the other direction
mole
he's a mole a dirty rotten mole he deserves to live in the ground no, he's not even worth that he burries his nose in other people's business and thats not fair who does he think he is? to spread those things around? i'm going to squish him like a bug