What a clip joint this website is; this is yesterday’s words, clippers; done already; are you guys trying to clip us, or you think we’re dumb clipboard sheets of paper that you can write anything you want on? Give us our clippin money’s worth. Thanks clippers.
She kept hitting the clipboard on the desk. I couldn’t take it. Everyone was laughing…jeering at me. Why wouldn’t they stop!? Why couldn’t I just sit in the back and try to keep the migraine from exploding in my head. Why?!!
I saw you holding the clipboard with the checklist and a photo. It wasn’t your wife. It wasn’t your co-workers. I’m not sure who it was, but I’m pretty sure it was sent by your blackmailer. Let me help you.
Tap tap tap. I look up; she’s waiting. I need more time, but she probably won’t give it to me. I try to concentrate, but I can’t. She just taps on the clipboard. Tap. Tap. Tap.
clipboards are useful for paper. they’re also useful for storing things on. i store a lot of things. i’m a big clutterbug. i think after this i’m going to find out who came up with the name clipboard. it’s pretty practical, considering it’s a clip on a board. this is a great way to stimulate the brain.
I was wondering who had taken my clipboard off of my desk when it happened: He walked in through the door as if he had never been gone. A shock ran through my system like a car backfiring, and I remember a high pitched sound. He looked at me and said “Do you still make cookies like you used to?”
a clipboard. is that like a bulletin board? no its like one of those little things made out of some sort of material that i am blanking on right now. it has a little clasp at the top that is usually metal and silver that contracts up and down to either hold paper in its place, resting against the hard board, or to let the paper fly free.
clipboard bracelets through choir songs, wrapping color and winding threads. Yelling and bits of personality, a string of hair, and strand of cyanide, connections of the deadliest kind threw scheduling issues and empty threats, talking over clipboards during choir, first period.
leave it be the teacher held it checked off names and faces i am here here here i used one at vacation bible school not only teachers use these my lifeguarding captain too HE USED ONE “here i am tom” i am ready to save lives today mark me off on the clipboard it’s so easy.
The clipboard clattered to the floor as the professor’s look of rage turned to disbelief as the air around John warped and what appeared to be tentacles of dark light flashed and writhed in the air. The momentary anger at John’s remark was forgotten as the student disappeared the the air returned to normal with a loud crack and a rush of air.
what is clipped to his official looking board? What makes it official looking, this mere scrap of wood with thinner scraps of wood over it? A clipboard does not choose its owner, the most heroic and worthy person for the job
I had a clipboard during my school years. With time it collected all my thoughts as I started to write on it… using a sharpie. From days of who i liked to days of who I would marry to simply days I hated school. It was great. I loved it… I don’t know where it is now.
She peered over the top of her clipboard at him, and he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Is it really necessary to take notes?” he muttered, face flushed with embarrassment. “Yes, I believe it is,” she replied, blinking. “Don’t worry about it. It’s stuff that I’d remember anyway. I’m just preserving it more coherently. …Well go on, then.” He cartwheeled, flipped, jumped, rolled, FLEW like some fourteen year old gymnastics champion.
She pulled out the clipboard from a top her lap. My hands were sweating in anticipation and the wheel was getting sticky. “Did I pass?” She nodded her head slowly.
it holds paper is useful and can hurt your finger if pinched. Clipboard are not expensive, you can buy them at office space or any other office supplies store. Personally I like clipboards.
There’s a clipboard sitting no more than a foot a way and it doesn’t belong me. I am more than curious to find out what it says but I believe it may say something about me. The owner of the clipboard just got up to get more coffee and I’m not sure if she wanted me to see it or not.
He looks down at the hard clipboard holding his daily schedule and checks off two of the things that he wanted to get done. He reads over ther est of the list, realizng that his day has barely begun. He walks back to the entrance of the store and leaves, heading to his next destination; knowing exactly where the day was going to take him, thanks to the schedule on his clipboard.
I like those brown clipboards the best. The ones made of wood. The plastic ones just don’t compare. Sometimes I wish I had a clipboard, so I could pretend I had purpose and authority. I don’t.
Clipboard makes me think of leadership!! I would love to be a leader but do not possess those qualities!!! We were all given a talent and I’m so happy to have found mine!! I need a clipboard!! In fact, I would love to have a clipboard so that I could gather all my thoughts in one place:-)
There’s a picture, that I should burn, hanging on my clipboard. I gaze at this picture everyday and wonder why you let me slip away. Why ou didn’t come back when I called, why you didn’t love me. . I tried to get you to sing along, but if you haven’t noticed I’ve been singing all alone.. while your face goes up in flames.
My mom has a pink cliboard with her name on it. She uses it for school. She’s a teacher. When I was little, I thought clipboards were the coolest things. I don’t really care about them now, though. Clipboards are just a tool.
I actually have a clipboard beside me. It’s kinda beat up though because my dog has chewed it half to death but that is perfectly okay. It gives it… character. Or, maybe it’s just that I’m too cheap to get a new one. I mean… it’s not that bad.
Brown, shiny top, clipboards meant an outdoor adventure. The preschool class lined up, pencils clasped in tiny hands, clipboards clutched to their chest, waiting for the teacher to give the OK for them to march single file down the hallway in search of the items on their scavenger hunt sheet.
Im adding stuff to my clipboard in microsoft words. and i hav to say i have sum prttey interesting pecies of art. self create dof course no copyrights though.
The white sheaves of paper buzzed through his fingers as he thumbed each page, sparing the lines of text along each plane a cursory glance. Once he’d ensured that everything was in order with elegant speed and accuracy, he tapped the clipboard twice against his desk and threw himself back in the wide, leather armchair.
What a clip joint this website is; this is yesterday’s words, clippers; done already; are you guys trying to clip us, or you think we’re dumb clipboard sheets of paper that you can write anything you want on? Give us our clippin money’s worth. Thanks clippers.
i have a clipboard in my classroom. There are papers on it. Sometimes it gets lost and I can’t find it.
lame
paper, write, coaches hold it
She kept hitting the clipboard on the desk. I couldn’t take it. Everyone was laughing…jeering at me. Why wouldn’t they stop!? Why couldn’t I just sit in the back and try to keep the migraine from exploding in my head. Why?!!
I saw you holding the clipboard with the checklist and a photo. It wasn’t your wife. It wasn’t your co-workers. I’m not sure who it was, but I’m pretty sure it was sent by your blackmailer. Let me help you.
Tap tap tap. I look up; she’s waiting. I need more time, but she probably won’t give it to me. I try to concentrate, but I can’t. She just taps on the clipboard. Tap. Tap. Tap.
clipboards are useful for paper. they’re also useful for storing things on. i store a lot of things. i’m a big clutterbug. i think after this i’m going to find out who came up with the name clipboard. it’s pretty practical, considering it’s a clip on a board. this is a great way to stimulate the brain.
I was wondering who had taken my clipboard off of my desk when it happened: He walked in through the door as if he had never been gone. A shock ran through my system like a car backfiring, and I remember a high pitched sound. He looked at me and said “Do you still make cookies like you used to?”
a clipboard. is that like a bulletin board? no its like one of those little things made out of some sort of material that i am blanking on right now. it has a little clasp at the top that is usually metal and silver that contracts up and down to either hold paper in its place, resting against the hard board, or to let the paper fly free.
clipboard bracelets through choir songs, wrapping color and winding threads. Yelling and bits of personality, a string of hair, and strand of cyanide, connections of the deadliest kind threw scheduling issues and empty threats, talking over clipboards during choir, first period.
leave it be the teacher held it checked off names and faces i am here here here i used one at vacation bible school not only teachers use these my lifeguarding captain too HE USED ONE “here i am tom” i am ready to save lives today mark me off on the clipboard it’s so easy.
the files of life once attached remain there forever so and we become the statistic that we were “born” to be.
The clipboard clattered to the floor as the professor’s look of rage turned to disbelief as the air around John warped and what appeared to be tentacles of dark light flashed and writhed in the air. The momentary anger at John’s remark was forgotten as the student disappeared the the air returned to normal with a loud crack and a rush of air.
what is clipped to his official looking board? What makes it official looking, this mere scrap of wood with thinner scraps of wood over it? A clipboard does not choose its owner, the most heroic and worthy person for the job
I had a clipboard during my school years. With time it collected all my thoughts as I started to write on it… using a sharpie. From days of who i liked to days of who I would marry to simply days I hated school. It was great. I loved it… I don’t know where it is now.
She peered over the top of her clipboard at him, and he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “Is it really necessary to take notes?” he muttered, face flushed with embarrassment. “Yes, I believe it is,” she replied, blinking. “Don’t worry about it. It’s stuff that I’d remember anyway. I’m just preserving it more coherently. …Well go on, then.” He cartwheeled, flipped, jumped, rolled, FLEW like some fourteen year old gymnastics champion.
scribbling notes.I still haven’t figured out the equation.something,s wrong.somethings you just can’t figure out with logic and math.
She pulled out the clipboard from a top her lap. My hands were sweating in anticipation and the wheel was getting sticky. “Did I pass?” She nodded her head slowly.
it holds paper is useful and can hurt your finger if pinched. Clipboard are not expensive, you can buy them at office space or any other office supplies store. Personally I like clipboards.
There’s a clipboard sitting no more than a foot a way and it doesn’t belong me. I am more than curious to find out what it says but I believe it may say something about me. The owner of the clipboard just got up to get more coffee and I’m not sure if she wanted me to see it or not.
He looks down at the hard clipboard holding his daily schedule and checks off two of the things that he wanted to get done. He reads over ther est of the list, realizng that his day has barely begun. He walks back to the entrance of the store and leaves, heading to his next destination; knowing exactly where the day was going to take him, thanks to the schedule on his clipboard.
I like those brown clipboards the best. The ones made of wood. The plastic ones just don’t compare. Sometimes I wish I had a clipboard, so I could pretend I had purpose and authority. I don’t.
shooner ?
clipboard is where all the stuff is copied when we press ctrl + c. its also the place we stick all the papers.
A clipboard is a funny thing.
Clipboard makes me think of leadership!! I would love to be a leader but do not possess those qualities!!! We were all given a talent and I’m so happy to have found mine!! I need a clipboard!! In fact, I would love to have a clipboard so that I could gather all my thoughts in one place:-)
What am I supposed to say about
precious
i enjoy to read ! TA DA !
hmm. boring word. clipboards remind me of checklists and inspections.
You are the clipboard and my life is plastered to your surface for all to see.
But I’m ohsodevastated and your ohsobeautiful and it’s almost painful, the space you leave behind.
There’s a picture, that I should burn, hanging on my clipboard. I gaze at this picture everyday and wonder why you let me slip away. Why ou didn’t come back when I called, why you didn’t love me. . I tried to get you to sing along, but if you haven’t noticed I’ve been singing all alone.. while your face goes up in flames.
My mom has a pink cliboard with her name on it. She uses it for school. She’s a teacher. When I was little, I thought clipboards were the coolest things. I don’t really care about them now, though. Clipboards are just a tool.
I actually have a clipboard beside me. It’s kinda beat up though because my dog has chewed it half to death but that is perfectly okay. It gives it… character. Or, maybe it’s just that I’m too cheap to get a new one. I mean… it’s not that bad.
Brown, shiny top, clipboards meant an outdoor adventure. The preschool class lined up, pencils clasped in tiny hands, clipboards clutched to their chest, waiting for the teacher to give the OK for them to march single file down the hallway in search of the items on their scavenger hunt sheet.
Im adding stuff to my clipboard in microsoft words. and i hav to say i have sum prttey interesting pecies of art. self create dof course no copyrights though.
That piece of paper and clipboard determines so muchh. Pass or fail. Pass or fail. Crap, that was a red light I just ran..
The white sheaves of paper buzzed through his fingers as he thumbed each page, sparing the lines of text along each plane a cursory glance. Once he’d ensured that everything was in order with elegant speed and accuracy, he tapped the clipboard twice against his desk and threw himself back in the wide, leather armchair.
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