She took the loose bandana around her neck and tied it to the tree that she’d been staring at for the past three hours. It was the last place she held her, touched her, spoke to her. The bandana didn’t belong to her at that point, and she was happy to leave it behind. It was time to start anew, and now she knew how.
There was a time when my summers consisted of hay bales, trying to ride ostriches, and eating strawberries right out of the patch with my cousins closeby. If we were lucky, Aunt Ann would have ready for us a fresh batch of homemade vanilla ice cream, and we could sop up our juice and the ice cream with our ratty red bandanas tucked into our pants.
Remember in the early 2000nds and the late 90’s when people would wear those bandanas on their heads? They would cover all of your hair so that anyone who wore one looked like a cancer pacient. Oh how styles change…
When I was younger my mom used to make my clothes. Her and her friend made me and my friend a bunch of the same bandana’s. My best friend and I would match. It was cute. But she’s not my friend anymore because she’s a stealing, selfish, slut. haha
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Yes. Grey. Or rather khaki. With the map of the Girl Scout camp printed on it. Sort of like a slave’s tattoo. Supposedly the symbol of freedom and roaming free down deserted roads, in fact it turned out to be a stamp of captivity.
I remember back in the day when I was a youngster I’d always dream about going on these big adventures. Although I still have big dreams about adventures, they’ve changed a bit since then. I used to picture my adventures just me and the road with a stick thrown over my shoulder and a bandana sack tied to that with my food inside. Of course now I know that would never suffice but hey, a girl needs to dream.
tied around the head it soaks up any sweat that attempts to trickle down your face as you run. in public. knowing you look like you’re from an eighties dance film, pseudo-flashdance runner. eh. can’t win ‘um all.
A bandana not a banana I immediately think of old bikers – the type I wonder how thay got to be old becasue they don’t wear helmets just bandanas! I don’t like them, bandanas not bikers, although I’m not too fond of them either….
bandana is a word i use to describe cami’s accessory, worn to wipe the drool from her mouth. she looks like a little cowgirl when she wears it but she can’t ride a horse and doesn’t even know what a horse is. in fact she can do little to even take care of herself. she is very under developed
I used to like wearing bandanas when I was kid. Until I realized that I looked like a butch, that is. I wouldn’t mind wearing one nowadays though. I like the whole 50s bandana look. Maybe I should get a beehive, like Amy Winehouse.
I think of the Crips and Bloods and whatever stupid gang there is and if anyone says that ICP’s a gang then they’re retarded. Supposedly their colors are black and white but thats what ignorant people would think anyways.
headwear,beautiful…polka dots.bandanas and ray ban sunglasses,aviators to be precise,and amazing combination.its like a scarf..yellow and red comes to mind.holds your hair in place and is always in style
God damn bandanas. Who decided that they got to be a gang symbol? I mean really, come on. How was I supposed to know that wearing my damn red bandana headband to my first day at my new school was about to make me the most hated girl in the 415.
something that you wear around your head. They look cooler on dogs than they do on people. I don’t have one. And I wouldn’t wear one unless I was bald. My dog would look I think. None of my friends wear them either. It’s also only one letter away from banana.
It’s like a representation of my identity, something on the outside that everyone can see. No one but me and my closest friends understands what it means, but it’s enough that it’s just there, a stamp of honor, something that you can’t miss. Wearing the bandana will never make up for the loss I experienced, but it also means that I’ll never forget what happened, or let it happen to me.
A bandanna wrapped around her hair, black eyeliner smudged. She ran from them with gasps between sobs, and between the gasps was her pleads to forgive. She didn’t know what she had done, but forgiveness is worth a life.
I’m so cool in my black bandana. Scot Haldane wears black bandanas. bandana looks like banana there’s so many n’s and a’s ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can’t even spell bandana.
Matthew thought Gilbert looked very sexy wearing that bandana. Not that he would ever admit it out loud, but he saw no harm in admiring the red cloth tied around his albino /friend’s/ (Friend, yes. Friend. Friend. Friend. That was all they were. Really!) head.
ah cycling in the winter with the bandana upon my head to keep in the warmth….leaving my toasty house into the 28 deg winter weather to begin my ride….hopes of meeting up with the others at the start point.
The train robber walked slowly down the aisle. His bandana was pulled over his face so no one would know that he was a man the train riders had known all their lives: the town doctor.
In Red Bandana Randy Newman writes a powerful song, as usual, about a kid returning to his poor childhood and reacting in a perfectly understandable though tragic manner.
She took the loose bandana around her neck and tied it to the tree that she’d been staring at for the past three hours. It was the last place she held her, touched her, spoke to her. The bandana didn’t belong to her at that point, and she was happy to leave it behind. It was time to start anew, and now she knew how.
There was a time when my summers consisted of hay bales, trying to ride ostriches, and eating strawberries right out of the patch with my cousins closeby. If we were lucky, Aunt Ann would have ready for us a fresh batch of homemade vanilla ice cream, and we could sop up our juice and the ice cream with our ratty red bandanas tucked into our pants.
on people, dogs, in back pockets, atena’s, in hair, on bed posts, bicycle hand bars.
Something worn by thugs. Worn around the head. Multiple colors and is usually a small head-band sort of cloth.
Popular with hippies as well. They get tied around the head, either in the front or the back. Sounds like banana.
Remember in the early 2000nds and the late 90’s when people would wear those bandanas on their heads? They would cover all of your hair so that anyone who wore one looked like a cancer pacient. Oh how styles change…
When I was younger my mom used to make my clothes. Her and her friend made me and my friend a bunch of the same bandana’s. My best friend and I would match. It was cute. But she’s not my friend anymore because she’s a stealing, selfish, slut. haha
confounded,shally folded the tablet away,pulled her bandana up over her nose and went back to work in the moisture field.
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There is a bandada. it is red. it reminds me of bikers.
Yes. Grey. Or rather khaki. With the map of the Girl Scout camp printed on it. Sort of like a slave’s tattoo. Supposedly the symbol of freedom and roaming free down deserted roads, in fact it turned out to be a stamp of captivity.
I remember back in the day when I was a youngster I’d always dream about going on these big adventures. Although I still have big dreams about adventures, they’ve changed a bit since then. I used to picture my adventures just me and the road with a stick thrown over my shoulder and a bandana sack tied to that with my food inside. Of course now I know that would never suffice but hey, a girl needs to dream.
tied around the head it soaks up any sweat that attempts to trickle down your face as you run. in public. knowing you look like you’re from an eighties dance film, pseudo-flashdance runner. eh. can’t win ‘um all.
A bandana not a banana I immediately think of old bikers – the type I wonder how thay got to be old becasue they don’t wear helmets just bandanas! I don’t like them, bandanas not bikers, although I’m not too fond of them either….
bandana is a word i use to describe cami’s accessory, worn to wipe the drool from her mouth. she looks like a little cowgirl when she wears it but she can’t ride a horse and doesn’t even know what a horse is. in fact she can do little to even take care of herself. she is very under developed
I used to like wearing bandanas when I was kid. Until I realized that I looked like a butch, that is. I wouldn’t mind wearing one nowadays though. I like the whole 50s bandana look. Maybe I should get a beehive, like Amy Winehouse.
I think of the Crips and Bloods and whatever stupid gang there is and if anyone says that ICP’s a gang then they’re retarded. Supposedly their colors are black and white but thats what ignorant people would think anyways.
The first thing that comes to mind when i hear the word bandana are bannanas. I like bananas, they taste good(:
thats is what you put on a cut.I thing.
my bandana is awesome its red blue black and purple awesome right oh i forgot and pink ya!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
bandana is something a person wears wrapped around their head some people wear the to keep dust out of their face.
headwear,beautiful…polka dots.bandanas and ray ban sunglasses,aviators to be precise,and amazing combination.its like a scarf..yellow and red comes to mind.holds your hair in place and is always in style
A bandana is a little cloth that some people wear on their heads.
the gangster wore a bandana ion school you can not ware a bandana he wore a green bandana
A piece of clothing that is laid on your face to cover your mouth it is used by gangsters.
God damn bandanas. Who decided that they got to be a gang symbol? I mean really, come on. How was I supposed to know that wearing my damn red bandana headband to my first day at my new school was about to make me the most hated girl in the 415.
something that you wear around your head. They look cooler on dogs than they do on people. I don’t have one. And I wouldn’t wear one unless I was bald. My dog would look I think. None of my friends wear them either. It’s also only one letter away from banana.
My teacher name is bandana. She was my english teacher. I want to wish her all the best for her career.
Red, cowboy, childhood games. halloween, masked, hidden secrets. what is behind this cape?
I’ve made a firm decision to go for an eye test tomorrow, something I can no longer procrastinate about, I thought you said banana.
It’s like a representation of my identity, something on the outside that everyone can see. No one but me and my closest friends understands what it means, but it’s enough that it’s just there, a stamp of honor, something that you can’t miss. Wearing the bandana will never make up for the loss I experienced, but it also means that I’ll never forget what happened, or let it happen to me.
A bandanna wrapped around her hair, black eyeliner smudged. She ran from them with gasps between sobs, and between the gasps was her pleads to forgive. She didn’t know what she had done, but forgiveness is worth a life.
I’m so cool in my black bandana. Scot Haldane wears black bandanas. bandana looks like banana there’s so many n’s and a’s ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can’t even spell bandana.
At bonnaroo. Wear them to keep the sweat off the face. Look kinda bad ass at the same time. Need to be there now. Need the heat and freedom.
He wore a black bandana with gold writing on it, he never took it as he wanted no one to know his secret. The secret about his eye.
Matthew thought Gilbert looked very sexy wearing that bandana. Not that he would ever admit it out loud, but he saw no harm in admiring the red cloth tied around his albino /friend’s/ (Friend, yes. Friend. Friend. Friend. That was all they were. Really!) head.
Nope, no harm at all.
ah cycling in the winter with the bandana upon my head to keep in the warmth….leaving my toasty house into the 28 deg winter weather to begin my ride….hopes of meeting up with the others at the start point.
The train robber walked slowly down the aisle. His bandana was pulled over his face so no one would know that he was a man the train riders had known all their lives: the town doctor.
In Red Bandana Randy Newman writes a powerful song, as usual, about a kid returning to his poor childhood and reacting in a perfectly understandable though tragic manner.
GUCCI bandanas are dope. Gang banging is cool.