The chief looked at us in complete dismay and said “I thought you woulda had the brains to convict the right person, Drtective, but even with a partner you failed to put the real criminal behind bars.” I tried to explain that the father of six kids was the real criminal here, and he couldn’t just expect me to convict his friend instead, even if he did look guilty on the outside, the confession came from the father
He raised his hands above the bonfire
As it crackled menacingly toward the night sky
Shrunken heads gleamed like owls eyes
Attached to the worn out belt
Wrapped around his sagging, wrinkled belly
His voice shook, as the sky filled with the sound
Of his final war cry.
He was the big chief, the man with the mile-wide desk, the top dog and power broker. Really all he wanted was a day off to play wall-ball and wear his old red sneakers. But instead he chewed his cigar just a little bit more, picked a piece of tobacco off his tongue and decided to fire the new graphic designer with the red stiletto tattoo.
The chief looked at all of us, stern as steel, walking with an air of confidence. As he walked past me, though, I noticed slight twinkle in his eyes flared up ever so delicately.
He can never be professional around me. Love breaks all superficial barriers.
I have a secret…I am falling for the chief..but he is my boss and I can not show any emotion. But I have a weird feeling..a feeling that when no one sees, he looks at me with a sweet look. And that’s all I need………….for now
The chief looked at us in complete dismay and said “I thought you woulda had the brains to convict the right person, Drtective, but even with a partner you failed to put the real criminal behind bars.” I tried to explain that the father of six kids was the real criminal here, and he couldn’t just expect me to convict his friend instead, even if he did look guilty on the outside, the confession came from the father
I am the captain of my soul. I am the chief instigator of my actions.
He raised his hands above the bonfire
As it crackled menacingly toward the night sky
Shrunken heads gleamed like owls eyes
Attached to the worn out belt
Wrapped around his sagging, wrinkled belly
His voice shook, as the sky filled with the sound
Of his final war cry.
He was the big chief, the man with the mile-wide desk, the top dog and power broker. Really all he wanted was a day off to play wall-ball and wear his old red sneakers. But instead he chewed his cigar just a little bit more, picked a piece of tobacco off his tongue and decided to fire the new graphic designer with the red stiletto tattoo.
The chief looked at all of us, stern as steel, walking with an air of confidence. As he walked past me, though, I noticed slight twinkle in his eyes flared up ever so delicately.
He can never be professional around me. Love breaks all superficial barriers.
chief of disaster
that’s what you are to me
introduced me into the destroyer of my life
thank you, for absolutely nothing
you helped me destroy so much
only the worst is wished for you from me
I am the chief of my own universe. No one will take my land without a fight.
Chief = Indians = stereotypes in APUSH!
Why is 60 seconds so long? Because we have nothing to say.
I have a secret…I am falling for the chief..but he is my boss and I can not show any emotion. But I have a weird feeling..a feeling that when no one sees, he looks at me with a sweet look. And that’s all I need………….for now
A indian tribe. My great great great great grandfather was chief of the Blackfoot tribe.