Blast the funny ninjas!! They take over my job, which has remained in the family for the past hundred years. I will never ever allow them to take this from me.
Of all the things that scare me the most, explosions are probably number one on the list. It stormed bad one day and while the electricians were fixing the power, the power box exploded in the one guy’s face. Game over. I can’t stand loud things anymore. Not consistent loud things, but suddens blasts terrify me.
It blasted me away. I was flying through the air. How was this possible. Well, it wasn’t. My arms were spread wide and my heart was beating faster than possible. I would never forget this moment, forever living in my memory as the day I flew. Now the only thing that could bring me down was the wicked gravity.
i just had this word and i dont really understand this website. maybe i will in the future? thank god for stumbleupon, they ifnd the coolest things, i wouldnt know what to do without it.
“Yeah!” she hollered, throwing her hands in the air as she bobbed through the pool. “That was a blast!”
“Yeah,” Oliver said faintly, trying to grab hold of the siding as the jets funneled them through the pass with the other tubers.
i had a blast with everything ive done in the past. sometimes the greatest blast are the ones you cant talk about, everyone has them from time to time some might even think of them when they are out of time. its important to have a blast no matter what. sometimes they are rockets sometimes its just love, sometimes you never remember them. sometimes you never forget.
I wondered to far this time.
Momma told me not to.
But I was so curious.
I wondered to far. Too close to the man’s yard.
And I got blasted out of the people cannon the police were talking about.
People dont come back from the cannon.
The policeman said they would pick him up soon.
Not soon enough.
Well I had a blast the night I went out drinking with my buddies at a strip club. Turns out the whole night I was yelling “Show us your Fuckin Titties!!!!!” I dont remember a whole lot but i heard it was a BLAST!
There were three things I was told in my life. Don’t fuck things up. I don’t remember the other two but thats not important. What is important is that I fucked things up, and that’s rule number one.
It was 6 years later. He remembered it clear as day. Her smile, her skin, the way her hair fell. It was all so clear to him. He smiled at the memory and got up to leave.
I couldn’t feel my wrists or any other body parts near them. I wanted my mother to come and see it, the blast. the explosion. I wanted everyone to feel just what happened to me.
We felt the blast of heat hit us as door was pushed aside. It felt as if the very gates of Hell had been opened we were standing, small and insignificant before them. And the smell, a putrid stench that none of us had encountered before this moment. I forced my face to turn from the haven of his shoulder and to face the full force of what was in that room. As my eyes began to adjust to the dum light and the unforgiving heat, I realized that it was my brain that couldn’t make sense of what was there….that it was just to obcene to be real.
she tuck ‘ rolled behind the boulder. the space monkeys were after her. she set her ray gun on full power, and blasted the fuckers out of the water. she was on the run again, because the blast triggered the alarm. ‘blast,’ she thought, as she was navigating her way on the rocky plains of mars. ‘i feel like an outer space cliche, maybe somewhere in the vicinity of total recall’.
Blasting into space with Evan. We would ride a motorcycle – of course. We would only come back to visit family and friends for short periods of time.Yes – that is what we would do.
The blast sounded sharply in his ears; Soon his eyes were filled with dust and other delitrus, so much so that it stung and made his eyes water. ” The fuck?” He coughed, trying to breath and failing a little. ” Did you…what the hell was that?” He asked her, his green eyes now wide with fear and a little curiosity.
It was lunatic what that went through my hands. It was incredible to feel the sound of people shouting on ether side of me and wonder what they were going crazy about. It had started with nothing and now I was undone and being that I was unable to see I stood and heard the blast. at some point I was knocked down and felt what I only had heard before
i had a blast at our work party a couple nights ago. we drank, talked laughed, not necesarily in that order but that was the best fun we had in a long time. i brought a friend with me who really needed a night out to laugh and feel good.
The deafening blast occurred right as I walked through the doors to my workplace. A slab of concrete that some construction workers were working on at a nearby sidewalk catapulted into the air, landing in the ground with a sickening thud inches away from a car on the road.
Blast from the past. That’s what I saw when I opened the door and saw him out of the corner of my eye. He didn’t notice me walking in, but as my eyes searched in the direction he headed, I waited with anticipation, for him to turn around, to see if it really was him.
i went to the market and everything seemed normal. people were walking as usual, picking up vegetables and toiletries. then suddenly a big blast. time stopped. everything stopped. people dropped their things and stared. the ceiling caved in a bit and people gaped at it.
this summer has been BLAST! i have met some amazing people through both parties and EMT school! i feel ready for college! i learned how to get over my fear of water and i love the creek! i am not looking forward to the winter. I love you SUMMER :) :) see you soON!
What a blast I could have; a trip to the park, to the cafe, to the smallest vintage store in Colorado. What a fantastic time it would be had I only stayed back home.
Blast…
an expression of frustration,
a sound
of destruction,
but is wonderful
if I have one…
Why?
Blast the funny ninjas!! They take over my job, which has remained in the family for the past hundred years. I will never ever allow them to take this from me.
i already did this one and its getting really annoying having to type the same thing over and over :((
blast fast cast mast last. delete blasted e-mails. blast to the moon. have a blast. party like it’s your last.
Of all the things that scare me the most, explosions are probably number one on the list. It stormed bad one day and while the electricians were fixing the power, the power box exploded in the one guy’s face. Game over. I can’t stand loud things anymore. Not consistent loud things, but suddens blasts terrify me.
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“Jimmy!” Sarah yelled at her son as he ran toward the water’s edge, “Don’t get in the water! You just ate!”
Jimmy thought his mother was being silly, he was having a blast!
a blast
plastic bag
simply explodes
inside the vacuum
of my words
to remind
the silence
It blasted me away. I was flying through the air. How was this possible. Well, it wasn’t. My arms were spread wide and my heart was beating faster than possible. I would never forget this moment, forever living in my memory as the day I flew. Now the only thing that could bring me down was the wicked gravity.
i just had this word and i dont really understand this website. maybe i will in the future? thank god for stumbleupon, they ifnd the coolest things, i wouldnt know what to do without it.
“Yeah!” she hollered, throwing her hands in the air as she bobbed through the pool. “That was a blast!”
“Yeah,” Oliver said faintly, trying to grab hold of the siding as the jets funneled them through the pass with the other tubers.
have fun. you never know what life will bring until you jump in with both feet and have a blast!! An explosion of fun!!
“Blast it all!”
“What happened?”
“The faucets broken again,”
“Did you try wiggling it?”
“Ugh yes, it’s so stupid, I just got it replaced!”
“Calm down, I’m sure it just needs a little shove and it’ll work-“
AAarrrgg Run Run!, its coming straight fo………..
i had a blast with everything ive done in the past. sometimes the greatest blast are the ones you cant talk about, everyone has them from time to time some might even think of them when they are out of time. its important to have a blast no matter what. sometimes they are rockets sometimes its just love, sometimes you never remember them. sometimes you never forget.
I wondered to far this time.
Momma told me not to.
But I was so curious.
I wondered to far. Too close to the man’s yard.
And I got blasted out of the people cannon the police were talking about.
People dont come back from the cannon.
The policeman said they would pick him up soon.
Not soon enough.
Well I had a blast the night I went out drinking with my buddies at a strip club. Turns out the whole night I was yelling “Show us your Fuckin Titties!!!!!” I dont remember a whole lot but i heard it was a BLAST!
There was a large blast to my left and then the world as I knew it was gone forever. I was just a figment of some one’s imagination.
There were three things I was told in my life. Don’t fuck things up. I don’t remember the other two but thats not important. What is important is that I fucked things up, and that’s rule number one.
It was 6 years later. He remembered it clear as day. Her smile, her skin, the way her hair fell. It was all so clear to him. He smiled at the memory and got up to leave.
to the moon.
I couldn’t feel my wrists or any other body parts near them. I wanted my mother to come and see it, the blast. the explosion. I wanted everyone to feel just what happened to me.
We felt the blast of heat hit us as door was pushed aside. It felt as if the very gates of Hell had been opened we were standing, small and insignificant before them. And the smell, a putrid stench that none of us had encountered before this moment. I forced my face to turn from the haven of his shoulder and to face the full force of what was in that room. As my eyes began to adjust to the dum light and the unforgiving heat, I realized that it was my brain that couldn’t make sense of what was there….that it was just to obcene to be real.
she tuck ‘ rolled behind the boulder. the space monkeys were after her. she set her ray gun on full power, and blasted the fuckers out of the water. she was on the run again, because the blast triggered the alarm. ‘blast,’ she thought, as she was navigating her way on the rocky plains of mars. ‘i feel like an outer space cliche, maybe somewhere in the vicinity of total recall’.
Blast from the past and you begin falling fast. We back track and jump out. We dance down and move around but it never feels the same again.
Blasting into space with Evan. We would ride a motorcycle – of course. We would only come back to visit family and friends for short periods of time.Yes – that is what we would do.
The blast sounded sharply in his ears; Soon his eyes were filled with dust and other delitrus, so much so that it stung and made his eyes water. ” The fuck?” He coughed, trying to breath and failing a little. ” Did you…what the hell was that?” He asked her, his green eyes now wide with fear and a little curiosity.
It was lunatic what that went through my hands. It was incredible to feel the sound of people shouting on ether side of me and wonder what they were going crazy about. It had started with nothing and now I was undone and being that I was unable to see I stood and heard the blast. at some point I was knocked down and felt what I only had heard before
i had a blast at our work party a couple nights ago. we drank, talked laughed, not necesarily in that order but that was the best fun we had in a long time. i brought a friend with me who really needed a night out to laugh and feel good.
The deafening blast occurred right as I walked through the doors to my workplace. A slab of concrete that some construction workers were working on at a nearby sidewalk catapulted into the air, landing in the ground with a sickening thud inches away from a car on the road.
I miss having a blast with him. He always made me feel warm when i was with him.
Blast from the past. That’s what I saw when I opened the door and saw him out of the corner of my eye. He didn’t notice me walking in, but as my eyes searched in the direction he headed, I waited with anticipation, for him to turn around, to see if it really was him.
i went to the market and everything seemed normal. people were walking as usual, picking up vegetables and toiletries. then suddenly a big blast. time stopped. everything stopped. people dropped their things and stared. the ceiling caved in a bit and people gaped at it.
I had a blast
Had
Its over and done with
And I have never
Felt more relieved
Sorry it had to be
Like that
this summer has been BLAST! i have met some amazing people through both parties and EMT school! i feel ready for college! i learned how to get over my fear of water and i love the creek! i am not looking forward to the winter. I love you SUMMER :) :) see you soON!
this reminded me of my summer in lebanon in 2006. it was not pleasant then. i am still haunted by the echo of bombs. i can’t write, sorry..
No one has a blast here. No one should. We don’t deserve it. I don’t know which end is the bottom end. I think this one. Oops. Not that one.
we had a hell of a time, us catherine wheels. we were bright and shiny throwing light all around the goddam room, illuminating the dark and the daft.
And with a blast
The storm was over, much too fast
What a blast I could have; a trip to the park, to the cafe, to the smallest vintage store in Colorado. What a fantastic time it would be had I only stayed back home.