Wow i’m having a blast. taking ariel who seems to hate me fro some reason and won’t stop being mean to me and hates stumble upon after giving it a .0987653245678 second of a chance. he is very mean. blast! evil blast!
s ruined the crops this year, there’s nothing much we can do about it now, but we should have known from previous experience to put channels etc in place to take away the excess water.
A pokemon attack is honestly the first thing that comes to mind. Then I think of what I do to myself each time I have a good workout…I blast my limits. I blast my body. I blast my boundaries that I created a few days before, and I love it. I have an absolute fucking blast lol!!!
She felt her heart not just shatter into pieces, but blast into them. Into something so corrupted and broken that it was forever irreparable. And it wasn’t even him who’d done the damage. It was of her own accord.
there are times when i feel like falling into a deep abyss.. i couldnt control myself. i dont want to shout, but my mind is ecstatic. i am having a blast with my career, and with god.
We could feel the blast, even from behind the walls they built over the weeks. The sky turned from gray to green to brown, a brown I’d never seen, unnatural in the most natural way. This is the end of the world, she said as the sun left her eyes, this is the end of what we know.
blllllllllllllllllllllast!!!!!!!!! pizza! cheese blast :) hahaha I love this pizza. Life is… WAIT… life SHOULD be a blast, but it’s not always, so it’s up to YOU to find the blast in life… everyone can, if you look in the right places, whatever you do, DON’T GIVE UP!!!
The words hit me like a blast of dynamite. I couldn’t believe it. To give people time to adjust? Why the hell do they need it? Who cares what they think? We owe them no explanation. Those words where the blast that shattered my state of mind.
blast of fireworks exploded. i exploaded. all my feelings are exploding and i dont know what to do. with a blast of emotion i tried to contrain, all of my feelings are pouring like rain. blasting off into space. i dont know what to do. i cant write anymore. i give up. 60 seconds until the blast and im fucking screwed. it was the fourth of july and all i can think about it tyler weis. thats all.
The cool blast of air battered her as she walked out the door and into the night. She had been expecting the comfort of a warm and gentle evening breeze; it was, after all, July. But she was not expecting this. Nor was she expecting to see a man dressed in all black, who came up from behind her.
The blast rocked the building, and Steve had to grip the sides of his desk to keep from toppling onto the floor. He fumbled for his phone, ripping it out of his pocket with sweating fingers to check the time. A gasp ripped its way out of his throat as he stared at the small device in horror.
“No-NO! I had more time, dammit! I had more time!”
I had a blast watching the police office arrest the kid who tried stealing from the seven eleven. I also had a blast watching the kid cry like a little bitch when he called his dad. This is fun.
Its almost as if i’m afraid for a blast of the past. I don’t want the same thing to happen again. Can it be different this time? Can we be different? I don’t want history to repeat itself. It wasn’t fun the first time. I don’t think it’ll be fun another.
A blast of cold air almost swept the tiny human off his feet, but he persisted in his journey to the North Pole. I know there is a Santa and I must find him. He must help me get my sister back.
He exploded into the atmosphere, on fire with new ideas, hopes and dreams for the future. Everyone was frightened of the blast. He was condemned as a terrorist…
we blasted off. that’s all there is to describe the feeling of wonder and revelation as we both dived into this beautiful miraculous thing< this journey we were on together. there's no telling how it'd turn out.
..though she was white,she had the look of a beautiful black woman..holly robinson reminded him so much of her.she was a blast to be with.though he was happily married,he still thought of her,almost(ha)daily.what a body.what a personality.what a pity.
The sound of the blast emanating from the barrel of the gun made everything freeze in that single moment. I watched her smiling as the sound of nothing hung heavy, the faint sound of ringing in our ears. And then I watched as the whites of her eyes turned towards me. A heavy thud and then she fell limp against the midnight stained grass.
I like Quentin Tarantino. Everything he makes goes BOOM! CRASH! BLAST! I like when things blow up. Is it obvious that I’m a bit of a pyro? Eh…BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!
This word is so dull. You people have no creativity. You think that I would write about such a boring word. it was a “blast” to hang with my friends yesterday. the ship blew up in a gigantic explosion “blast” wtf. Sweet I doubled my time by clicking refresh. But seriously. YOU GUYS ARE SO BORING.
WANT SOME GOOD WORDS?????
How about
Gigantic
Lucrative
seriously.
GET MORE CREATIVE.
Music blasts from the speakers, the bass shaking the room. Side to side they bob and weave, the sounds pumping adrenaline through their veins as they follow the beats and their hearts. There’s a crowd there, but they don’t care. Every time they see each other it’s like they’re face to face.
It almost feels like swimming.
It’s a huge push in the back, like dunking under a wave, and it doesn’t even hurt that much. It’s more like a sensation of pressure than anything else. There’s no heat, no blood.
what will get through the walls you’ve built? i dream to blast them down and find your heart. no matter how buried or bruised it is, i will tear down these walls and find you love
The blast threw us to the ground where we stayed for I know not how long. When we came to, all was darkness. We groped our way to where the window was and looked out. There was blackness… even the hulking mass of the house next door was invisible. All was blackness….
i had a blast on the road. i decided to leave for vegas in less than 48 hours. 36 hours later i was on the open road. i experienced sun burns, beautiful landscapes, and lots of automobiles. it was the time of my life, really.
im playing call of duty so there are a lot of blasts i dont know how many blasts there are a game, i wonder what the average number of blasts is but i have to go because a match is startin sorry…..
Blast! I can never get these damned things to work right, Reg. We’d have two dozen of them a day if I could just get them hot-wired more efficiently. What happened to standards, you know? Cars manufacturers need to adhere to ISO standards like computer manufactureres do. You know what I mean?
When I was a little girl, we used to say “I had a blast!” Is this still a popular thing to say? I don’t know, who knows these days what’s cool and what isn’t. Once you pass 30 you’re in a whole other ball park. But, I still say it.
when I blast off into space , I see the Earth below me and think, wow what I beautiful planet we lived in. when I see the terrestrial plane beneath me I would think how wonderful it is to be the only person in space now.
The blast tore the roof off the bar. He cowered in the corner, wondering how an accountant ended up in situation like this. If he had just gone to Starbucks instead.
Wow i’m having a blast. taking ariel who seems to hate me fro some reason and won’t stop being mean to me and hates stumble upon after giving it a .0987653245678 second of a chance. he is very mean. blast! evil blast!
s ruined the crops this year, there’s nothing much we can do about it now, but we should have known from previous experience to put channels etc in place to take away the excess water.
I refuse to believe. I refuse to blast to the past. I refuse to give into my weaknesses without a fight. I want to move on but never forget.
A pokemon attack is honestly the first thing that comes to mind. Then I think of what I do to myself each time I have a good workout…I blast my limits. I blast my body. I blast my boundaries that I created a few days before, and I love it. I have an absolute fucking blast lol!!!
Have a little Faith in me.
Blast the doors off the ride. My fingers touch hot metal. It scalds them. They blister in his heat. I wish for ice or a blast of fresh air.
“Blast!” Colonel Winston said, furiously pounding a clenched fist against the wooden desk.
“What’s the matter?”
“They’ve got prisoners.”
She felt her heart not just shatter into pieces, but blast into them. Into something so corrupted and broken that it was forever irreparable. And it wasn’t even him who’d done the damage. It was of her own accord.
there are times when i feel like falling into a deep abyss.. i couldnt control myself. i dont want to shout, but my mind is ecstatic. i am having a blast with my career, and with god.
When I looked to the sky all I could see was the blasting light from all the shooting stars.
We could feel the blast, even from behind the walls they built over the weeks. The sky turned from gray to green to brown, a brown I’d never seen, unnatural in the most natural way. This is the end of the world, she said as the sun left her eyes, this is the end of what we know.
blllllllllllllllllllllast!!!!!!!!! pizza! cheese blast :) hahaha I love this pizza. Life is… WAIT… life SHOULD be a blast, but it’s not always, so it’s up to YOU to find the blast in life… everyone can, if you look in the right places, whatever you do, DON’T GIVE UP!!!
The words hit me like a blast of dynamite. I couldn’t believe it. To give people time to adjust? Why the hell do they need it? Who cares what they think? We owe them no explanation. Those words where the blast that shattered my state of mind.
blast of fireworks exploded. i exploaded. all my feelings are exploding and i dont know what to do. with a blast of emotion i tried to contrain, all of my feelings are pouring like rain. blasting off into space. i dont know what to do. i cant write anymore. i give up. 60 seconds until the blast and im fucking screwed. it was the fourth of july and all i can think about it tyler weis. thats all.
The cool blast of air battered her as she walked out the door and into the night. She had been expecting the comfort of a warm and gentle evening breeze; it was, after all, July. But she was not expecting this. Nor was she expecting to see a man dressed in all black, who came up from behind her.
The blast rocked the building, and Steve had to grip the sides of his desk to keep from toppling onto the floor. He fumbled for his phone, ripping it out of his pocket with sweating fingers to check the time. A gasp ripped its way out of his throat as he stared at the small device in horror.
“No-NO! I had more time, dammit! I had more time!”
I had a blast watching the police office arrest the kid who tried stealing from the seven eleven. I also had a blast watching the kid cry like a little bitch when he called his dad. This is fun.
Its almost as if i’m afraid for a blast of the past. I don’t want the same thing to happen again. Can it be different this time? Can we be different? I don’t want history to repeat itself. It wasn’t fun the first time. I don’t think it’ll be fun another.
A blast of cold air almost swept the tiny human off his feet, but he persisted in his journey to the North Pole. I know there is a Santa and I must find him. He must help me get my sister back.
He exploded into the atmosphere, on fire with new ideas, hopes and dreams for the future. Everyone was frightened of the blast. He was condemned as a terrorist…
blown into the face a hot new york city street jackhammer not fun not a blast cement chips spltter on the face stink of hot dog vendor
“I had a blast last night,” he said as he got into the car.
I thought I’d never see him again. I moved on.
Twenty years later, he passed by in the grocery store. He didn’t even blink.
Neither did I.
we blasted off. that’s all there is to describe the feeling of wonder and revelation as we both dived into this beautiful miraculous thing< this journey we were on together. there's no telling how it'd turn out.
..though she was white,she had the look of a beautiful black woman..holly robinson reminded him so much of her.she was a blast to be with.though he was happily married,he still thought of her,almost(ha)daily.what a body.what a personality.what a pity.
The sound of the blast emanating from the barrel of the gun made everything freeze in that single moment. I watched her smiling as the sound of nothing hung heavy, the faint sound of ringing in our ears. And then I watched as the whites of her eyes turned towards me. A heavy thud and then she fell limp against the midnight stained grass.
I like Quentin Tarantino. Everything he makes goes BOOM! CRASH! BLAST! I like when things blow up. Is it obvious that I’m a bit of a pyro? Eh…BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!
i had a blast. the rocket was supposed to blast off. the party was a blast. the blast was huge. where did that blast of wind come from?
This word is so dull. You people have no creativity. You think that I would write about such a boring word. it was a “blast” to hang with my friends yesterday. the ship blew up in a gigantic explosion “blast” wtf. Sweet I doubled my time by clicking refresh. But seriously. YOU GUYS ARE SO BORING.
WANT SOME GOOD WORDS?????
How about
Gigantic
Lucrative
seriously.
GET MORE CREATIVE.
Music blasts from the speakers, the bass shaking the room. Side to side they bob and weave, the sounds pumping adrenaline through their veins as they follow the beats and their hearts. There’s a crowd there, but they don’t care. Every time they see each other it’s like they’re face to face.
It almost feels like swimming.
It’s a huge push in the back, like dunking under a wave, and it doesn’t even hurt that much. It’s more like a sensation of pressure than anything else. There’s no heat, no blood.
what will get through the walls you’ve built? i dream to blast them down and find your heart. no matter how buried or bruised it is, i will tear down these walls and find you love
The blast threw us to the ground where we stayed for I know not how long. When we came to, all was darkness. We groped our way to where the window was and looked out. There was blackness… even the hulking mass of the house next door was invisible. All was blackness….
off. Blasting off work is all I can think of. Blasting of a big car on the road to freedom towards the emptines of th
i had a blast on the road. i decided to leave for vegas in less than 48 hours. 36 hours later i was on the open road. i experienced sun burns, beautiful landscapes, and lots of automobiles. it was the time of my life, really.
I had a blast last night
The evening unfolded unexpectedly
Surrounded by the people who know me
Support me
Anything can happen and it will be splendid
im playing call of duty so there are a lot of blasts i dont know how many blasts there are a game, i wonder what the average number of blasts is but i have to go because a match is startin sorry…..
Blast! I can never get these damned things to work right, Reg. We’d have two dozen of them a day if I could just get them hot-wired more efficiently. What happened to standards, you know? Cars manufacturers need to adhere to ISO standards like computer manufactureres do. You know what I mean?
When I was a little girl, we used to say “I had a blast!” Is this still a popular thing to say? I don’t know, who knows these days what’s cool and what isn’t. Once you pass 30 you’re in a whole other ball park. But, I still say it.
when I blast off into space , I see the Earth below me and think, wow what I beautiful planet we lived in. when I see the terrestrial plane beneath me I would think how wonderful it is to be the only person in space now.
The blast tore the roof off the bar. He cowered in the corner, wondering how an accountant ended up in situation like this. If he had just gone to Starbucks instead.