“My favorite food is pizza” said Miranda “Mine is chocolate chip cookies!” said Sally. “Do you want to know mine?” asked Manthra “Sure!’ said Sally. “Buffalo chicken” said Manthra with a big smile.
with my hoves up high and my hoves down low (dancing the tango) this is how i buffalo. BUFFALO … BUFF …. Alo hey mike… yea…can you buff … buff? … ALO haha
The guy on a buffalo chased a cougar out in the field it took some time, but they had finally caught him with minimal cuts and bruises. Once they got back to their camp they cooked the cougar after finding out that it wasn’t the legendary cougar some of the town folk call “Death Claw”. It was very thick and tender but it was also awesome!
It was the code word for “sexy but brutish male approaching”. I ducked and grabbed a magazine along with the other girls in the group, and we pretended interest in the articles. These football buffs with their popped collars and bulging arms thought they were the shit, but we didn’t have time for them, not until they’d passed and we could grade the quality of their asses.
“A five,” Nancy said beside me, shrugging. The guy looked back over his shoulder, confused, and I stifled a laugh.
She never thought she would feel love towards that boy. That fat like a buffalo boy. Really, she was picky when it comes to terms of appearance. But this boy, it was unexpected. What is this?
BUFFALOOOOOO!!!!
No, you idiot! It’s supposed to be Geronimo. You yell Geronimo!
Who cares? We’re in a rocket into outer space. Remember, no one can hear you scream.
Ugh, this isn’t a great start…
Once we saw a buffalo in a national park. The kids were so excited that we stopped the car and jumped out and took about 20 pictures. Reluctantly, we got back into the car to drive on. Already, we missed seeing the buffalo. It was such a great experience. We drove on. Then, about a mile down the road we crested a hill and looked out over the plain and saw the herd: 200 buffalo. More than we could bear. We could imagine what it must have looked like in the days when buffalo blanketed the landscape. But, I still longed for that one buffalo who had made us so happy.
Thunderous noise came into hearing as I sat by the field. How I ended up there, I had no idea, but the noise became ever louder, though I couldn’t see its source. It sounded like a stampede.
what more can I say about the animal that helps the Filipino farmers in planting in the rice fields. What a strong creature! It endures the tiresome job and they are indeed very reliable. I am of course referring to the water buffalo.
There was a preponderance of buffalo coming down the main avenue, and it was no surprise to the residents there. They had built the town close the open plains, and wildlife often made its way down the central corridor of the town. The townsfolk didn’t talk much about the incident with the wolves from several months ago.
Buffalo Bill είναι η πρώτη σκέψη που έρχεται στον μυαλό μου. Συγκεκριμένο ένας παθιασμένος άντρας κρατώντας ένα ακόντιο προσπαθώντας να καρφώσει την ράχη μιας μανιασμένης φάλαινας… δαμάζοντας την φύση.
I stood in the field. It was so peaceful, the wind quietly whispering wind on my face. I could faintly see buffalo about a mile away, enjoying the surrounding grass.
I’ve never seen a buffalo in person before but one time my dad took me to this shop out in the middle of nowhere and they sold pieces of buffalo shit and people actually bought them. I remember asking my dad to buy me some sort of buckeye or something o don’t think it was edible it was just a little ball and I wanted one so I got one. Weird huh.
buffalo is a bull like animal and a place in the usa. i remember it being mentioned on 7th heaven, a tv series. the conservative parent sent her disobedient daughter to live with her grandparents there, i think it was too cold
Buffalo Wild Wings is where we first met. But I couldn’t take my eyes of you, even though you didn’t notice me. Fate led us to each other, as we left at the same time, and I wouldn’t have changed a thing. I never knew my life would change eating wings.
The herd grazed on the amber field. Just like the song, you could see the waves rolling across the plane, the plains, over the hills, glimmering in the sun, but unable to disturb the grazing buffalo.
Mother Buffalo slipped her horns under Calf’s head in an attempt to raise him, but as she gently lifted her head he slid off, his small head landing with a thud on the frozen ground. Mother Buffalo stood motionless as she watched the last vapour of breath escape Calf’s emaciated frame. A moment passed filled with nothing but the sound of Mother’s breathing. Gently she bowed down and nudged Calf in hopes he would respond. But Calf just lay there limp. Mother Buffalo turned slowly, a gentle but penetrating moan riding on her breath, and with a gait filled with a grief as magnificent as her size she departed from Calf to join the herd
The air was heavy with the smell of pizza and buffalo wings and I wondered if I hadn’t accidentally stumbled into a bar instead of my friends apartment. “Uh, Kayla? Trying to start your own Hooters in here or something?”
“Huh? Oh, haha,” she said, nudging my with her elbow as she passed me. “i’ve just been hitting the takeout kinda heavy lately; it’s whatever, ya know?”
“Yeah…” I cleared my throat, “So, you’re…doing better then? About the whole…Josh thing?”
The elder taught the hunters that burning the leaves induced a serenity and calm among the buffalo that made it much easier to hunt them, but they had to be very careful not to breathe in the fumes themselves, or they would be unable to hunt for days.
“Roll like a buffalo?” he snickered. “What was that, Kris? Really?! Buffalo?!” now he laughed out loud. Kris rolled his eyes. “Don’t laugh! At least I came up with something! What about you? What did you write the whole night?” Kris snapped.
Chanyeol went silent. He didn’t do anything, he slept the whole night.
The herd of buffalo stampede wildly across the prairie, violently trampling everything in their path to escape the horrible inferno that destroys everything in their apocalyptic wake.
The buffalo sits on the grass, the wind ruffling his long fur. He sees a her. She is beautiful. Their eyes meet across the barren savannah. The clouds scud across the blue sky. Flowers lilt delicately in place like so many solitary dancers. It is love.
The buffalo was a large thing. It chew on the grass in his mouth. It was thick and strong looking. My dad honked the horn yet again. “Move!” He screamed. He rolled his eyes for the third time in the past 15 minutes.
WIngs! The sauce on these things is incredible. SPicy, but tasty! I love how it mixes with the bleu cheese sauce. YUM! THe fuzzy animals are cool too, but hey…it’s all about that sauce! ANd the chicken. did I say yum?
“My favorite food is pizza” said Miranda “Mine is chocolate chip cookies!” said Sally. “Do you want to know mine?” asked Manthra “Sure!’ said Sally. “Buffalo chicken” said Manthra with a big smile.
with my hoves up high and my hoves down low (dancing the tango) this is how i buffalo. BUFFALO … BUFF …. Alo hey mike… yea…can you buff … buff? … ALO haha
The guy on a buffalo chased a cougar out in the field it took some time, but they had finally caught him with minimal cuts and bruises. Once they got back to their camp they cooked the cougar after finding out that it wasn’t the legendary cougar some of the town folk call “Death Claw”. It was very thick and tender but it was also awesome!
The buffalo was slowly grazing and munching enjoying the sun and breezes of the plains.
“Buffalo!” Kelly shouted.
It was the code word for “sexy but brutish male approaching”. I ducked and grabbed a magazine along with the other girls in the group, and we pretended interest in the articles. These football buffs with their popped collars and bulging arms thought they were the shit, but we didn’t have time for them, not until they’d passed and we could grade the quality of their asses.
“A five,” Nancy said beside me, shrugging. The guy looked back over his shoulder, confused, and I stifled a laugh.
She never thought she would feel love towards that boy. That fat like a buffalo boy. Really, she was picky when it comes to terms of appearance. But this boy, it was unexpected. What is this?
the buffalo roam the earth as we all do…looking for greatness in their own world
BUFFALOOOOOO!!!!
No, you idiot! It’s supposed to be Geronimo. You yell Geronimo!
Who cares? We’re in a rocket into outer space. Remember, no one can hear you scream.
Ugh, this isn’t a great start…
Once we saw a buffalo in a national park. The kids were so excited that we stopped the car and jumped out and took about 20 pictures. Reluctantly, we got back into the car to drive on. Already, we missed seeing the buffalo. It was such a great experience. We drove on. Then, about a mile down the road we crested a hill and looked out over the plain and saw the herd: 200 buffalo. More than we could bear. We could imagine what it must have looked like in the days when buffalo blanketed the landscape. But, I still longed for that one buffalo who had made us so happy.
Thunderous noise came into hearing as I sat by the field. How I ended up there, I had no idea, but the noise became ever louder, though I couldn’t see its source. It sounded like a stampede.
The ground shook like a desolate plain trampled with a million lead-hooved buffalo.
Bob marley’s buffalo soldier song was my most favorite reggae song. I loved the calm and chill vibe that it radiates. It is such a relaxing song.
City of USA.. i think a little about Bufalo, the animal..than i think mozzarella.. the cheese that i like so much..
USA what a country!
what more can I say about the animal that helps the Filipino farmers in planting in the rice fields. What a strong creature! It endures the tiresome job and they are indeed very reliable. I am of course referring to the water buffalo.
Rolling hills with buffalo bills and indians high on the bluff, I am remembering you now as though it were only yesterday that I
in dad’s territory
the handbrake is a snake
between us
but as we look out
through our separate windows
we both sing, silently
who the heck do I think I am.
“You see that buffalo?”
“Which one?”
“That one, in front of you,”
“But that’s a mirror,”
“And what did you saw in it?”
“Myself?”
“Exactly,”
destroyed by a human extinction event, they’ve been buffaloed. private ranches, and “wild” national parks. goodbye.
There was a preponderance of buffalo coming down the main avenue, and it was no surprise to the residents there. They had built the town close the open plains, and wildlife often made its way down the central corridor of the town. The townsfolk didn’t talk much about the incident with the wolves from several months ago.
listen to the buffalo
listen to the lion’s roar
hear the bitches get low and the crusties get high
this is the buffalo tribe
Buffalo Bill είναι η πρώτη σκέψη που έρχεται στον μυαλό μου. Συγκεκριμένο ένας παθιασμένος άντρας κρατώντας ένα ακόντιο προσπαθώντας να καρφώσει την ράχη μιας μανιασμένης φάλαινας… δαμάζοντας την φύση.
I stood in the field. It was so peaceful, the wind quietly whispering wind on my face. I could faintly see buffalo about a mile away, enjoying the surrounding grass.
I’ve never seen a buffalo in person before but one time my dad took me to this shop out in the middle of nowhere and they sold pieces of buffalo shit and people actually bought them. I remember asking my dad to buy me some sort of buckeye or something o don’t think it was edible it was just a little ball and I wanted one so I got one. Weird huh.
The buffalo stared at the cowboy. Confused by his pale skin and baffled by his boldness. Didn’t he realize who he was facing, not any old cow.
buffalo is a bull like animal and a place in the usa. i remember it being mentioned on 7th heaven, a tv series. the conservative parent sent her disobedient daughter to live with her grandparents there, i think it was too cold
Buffalo Wild Wings is where we first met. But I couldn’t take my eyes of you, even though you didn’t notice me. Fate led us to each other, as we left at the same time, and I wouldn’t have changed a thing. I never knew my life would change eating wings.
The herd grazed on the amber field. Just like the song, you could see the waves rolling across the plane, the plains, over the hills, glimmering in the sun, but unable to disturb the grazing buffalo.
“I’ve never had a buffalo burger before,” Uma said.
“Try a bite of mine,” replied Carla between chews of her patty. “It’s good. Bit spicy.”
Uma nibbled at the meat and felt her tongue tingle. Hints of chili peppers, garlic, and smoke struck her all at once. “Not bad,” she mumbled.
Carla smiled. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”
Mother Buffalo slipped her horns under Calf’s head in an attempt to raise him, but as she gently lifted her head he slid off, his small head landing with a thud on the frozen ground. Mother Buffalo stood motionless as she watched the last vapour of breath escape Calf’s emaciated frame. A moment passed filled with nothing but the sound of Mother’s breathing. Gently she bowed down and nudged Calf in hopes he would respond. But Calf just lay there limp. Mother Buffalo turned slowly, a gentle but penetrating moan riding on her breath, and with a gait filled with a grief as magnificent as her size she departed from Calf to join the herd
The air was heavy with the smell of pizza and buffalo wings and I wondered if I hadn’t accidentally stumbled into a bar instead of my friends apartment. “Uh, Kayla? Trying to start your own Hooters in here or something?”
“Huh? Oh, haha,” she said, nudging my with her elbow as she passed me. “i’ve just been hitting the takeout kinda heavy lately; it’s whatever, ya know?”
“Yeah…” I cleared my throat, “So, you’re…doing better then? About the whole…Josh thing?”
The elder taught the hunters that burning the leaves induced a serenity and calm among the buffalo that made it much easier to hunt them, but they had to be very careful not to breathe in the fumes themselves, or they would be unable to hunt for days.
He never once thought he’d met a buffalo. An albino buffalo, to add to his stresses. He didn’t sign up for this! Mum!
You can’t just eat and roll around like a buffalo, mum said. But you can take care of grandma’s buffalo back in hometown, dad said.
Really, what’s with buffalo?
“Roll like a buffalo?” he snickered. “What was that, Kris? Really?! Buffalo?!” now he laughed out loud. Kris rolled his eyes. “Don’t laugh! At least I came up with something! What about you? What did you write the whole night?” Kris snapped.
Chanyeol went silent. He didn’t do anything, he slept the whole night.
I really would rather not write about a buffalo, but here goes nothing.
“I have already written about a damn buffalo twenty-three times!”, screamed Brallaghan with utter fury, before smashing in his computer screen.
The buffalo sits on the grass, thinking about his lunch. It was grass. His lunch was grass.
“I need to rethink my meals”.
That evening, he had grass with a little light balsamic and some 2004 Merlot.
The herd of buffalo stampede wildly across the prairie, violently trampling everything in their path to escape the horrible inferno that destroys everything in their apocalyptic wake.
The buffalo sits on the grass, the wind ruffling his long fur. He sees a her. She is beautiful. Their eyes meet across the barren savannah. The clouds scud across the blue sky. Flowers lilt delicately in place like so many solitary dancers. It is love.
A single gunshot cracks with violence.
The buffalo was a large thing. It chew on the grass in his mouth. It was thick and strong looking. My dad honked the horn yet again. “Move!” He screamed. He rolled his eyes for the third time in the past 15 minutes.
WIngs! The sauce on these things is incredible. SPicy, but tasty! I love how it mixes with the bleu cheese sauce. YUM! THe fuzzy animals are cool too, but hey…it’s all about that sauce! ANd the chicken. did I say yum?