Cone-heads…My favorite movie of all time! So funy in some places!! Cones also bring to mind ice cream…vanilla, chocolate, peach and sorbet..fizzles….pink, white, blue and Street cones…making you move All over the road OR you’re not able to drive anywhere around them!!
I remember when I first saw an orange cone. It was the day my brother took his drivers test. I rode in the car with him, and my mom hushed me, told me to be silent while he concentrated on NOT hitting the little orange cones. I hated orange cones for a long time.
cone: what a weird word. I wander how it actually relates to the shape. Circular at the bottom ending in a tip. A woman’s tit a man’s manhood. Everything is a conel. Including the shape of my head. mAYBE THAT;S WHY THEY CALL ME A DICK-HEAD.
I was walking along on a hot summer day and felt I desperately needed the refreshing taste of an icecream with cone and all. It made me remence on all the wonderful times as a child that I was able to enjoy that sweet flavor and cold feeling moving down my throat.
It was something that I’ll never forget.
It was a normal Thursday when I woke up, but somewhere between the ice cream machine and the donkey, Thursday took on a new, more colorful adjective. At least I have a vanilla-choco swirl cone.
He lay there and waited for it to appear, but none of the others could see it either and when finally he felt it rise his eyes were still blinking furiously to find it. But with its lifting came another, unexpected surprise, as sound swam happily about him and caught him in her web and he knew that it wasn’t the vision but the sound of it for which he’d been longing.
Having a cone placed in the middle of the road as your driving is quite a nuisance. Needless to say is the required effort to turn the wheel enough to avoid this useless obstacle…. Good god I’m lazy
in a home of sweet sand the cone of the shell rests peacefully in seclusion and rest. the soft rasp of sand rubbing against it’s wall smoothing the rough edges of fear from the sides and rims. all the cone has to do it sleep and eat with the tides swell.
something ice cream goes into…fun to eat the ice cream and the cone too! I guess it is also a shape. I remember learning about it in 4th grade math. Could be something high school/college kids steal too. I think my brother had a couple orange ones in the trunk of his car back in the day
I once saw a cone on the side of the rode. It was pointy, pointing toward the god of road safety. But it was lonely, regimented, almost as if it would rather be something natural, non-synthetic. I talked to the cone. He/She didn’t have a name, no age, no feelings, and how it could talk was beyond me. I felt sorry for him/her. So I took it home with me. Now it sits in my room but it is no better off than before. I would recycle him in hopes of a better after life but he is made of PVC and he is not accepted at recycling centers. A sad life this is.
My life would not be as full of icecream if it wasn’t for cones. It would be alot more on the floor than in my mouth, and my hands would be cold and sticky.
I would also not know where there are men at work in the roads, and would probably drive into alot more holes. Holes are bad, hence, cones are good, for they give me the sweetness that is not falling to my death.
ice cream is lovely iv’e never had any in a long time, t-shirts get spoiled elephants are relly fun to look at no idea wher that came from, constantinople? yeah better leave it up to them!
Ice cream cones are delicious. I love them. i also like traffic cones because they stop me from getting into car accidents. I once had to shade a cone by hand in art class and I was told i was the best one in the class. I like cones.
The cone sat there on the table, staring at me. It was taunting me. Teasing me. Letting me know that I would never be better that it would ever be. After all, I was square. Fat, ugly, angular. I would never be beautiful and have curves like that cone. I’d never be good enough.
ice cream. its a beautiful thing. even as a type 1 diabetic, i fucking love the shit. Also, it reminds me of calculus. Gotta find out the fucking area of a cone. Sucks ass. But serious. Ice cream cones…best shit ever, love it. Wish I could eat some more.
i have a cone and it feels remiscent of a small factory worker named carl. Carl and I would often go fishing, using ice cream cones as bait. Sometimes we would catch large fish. Sometimes small. TRhe weirdest fish we ever caught was blue and res and had eyes the size of dinner plates.
I dropped my snow cone onto the sidewalk once, and it landed with a satisfying sloosh. I mourned the loss of Frederico, which is what I had named that particular snowcone, as he was Pina Colada flavored, and it seemed only fitting he have a tropical name. In the end, I got another snow cone, but I will always remember poor frederico who died that day on the cruel pavement. ZOMG WTF. RED RED RED.
The icecream sat enticingly in the carton, just waiting for me to eat it. I longed for it’s coolness on my hot tongue in this intollerable sweltering heat. Where, oh where did I hide the cones?
the sun shines. ice cream time.
too bad you just decided to cut down on sweets.
no, artificial sweeteners aren’t allowed, either.
go suck on an ice cube.
you put icecream in it and eat it – yum yum. Sometimes the bottom falls out and the icecream runs down your arm and onto the ground. Unless you are quick and can eat from the bottom and the top at the same time. If you had goody goody gumdrops icecream then a goody might block the hole.
I love ice cream cones. They’re nice and come in many different shapes and sizes. The pointy cones are probably my favorite. You can bite the bottom off the just suck the ice cream out from the bottom. I also the like the McDonald type cones. they’re good to eat even without ice cream (although ice cream makes them softer).
has icecream in, can be used to stop traffic rhymes with drone. circular at one end narrowing to a point at the other. almost pyramid shaped if pyramids were circular. Also rhymes with scone. I’m still thinking of icecream.
cone is one of the fundamental shapes in geometry. The shape has a circular base of a fixed radius. The shape has certain elevation, as the elevation increases the radius decreases. The locus produces a cone
i have this urge for an ice cream cone. it had been ages since i stood in the middle of a market place with people milling around me and i along with a lady friend eating cone ice cream. have i really grown up? middle age is such a nostalgic trip zone.
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Cone-heads…My favorite movie of all time! So funy in some places!! Cones also bring to mind ice cream…vanilla, chocolate, peach and sorbet..fizzles….pink, white, blue and Street cones…making you move All over the road OR you’re not able to drive anywhere around them!!
I remember when I first saw an orange cone. It was the day my brother took his drivers test. I rode in the car with him, and my mom hushed me, told me to be silent while he concentrated on NOT hitting the little orange cones. I hated orange cones for a long time.
cone: what a weird word. I wander how it actually relates to the shape. Circular at the bottom ending in a tip. A woman’s tit a man’s manhood. Everything is a conel. Including the shape of my head. mAYBE THAT;S WHY THEY CALL ME A DICK-HEAD.
I was walking along on a hot summer day and felt I desperately needed the refreshing taste of an icecream with cone and all. It made me remence on all the wonderful times as a child that I was able to enjoy that sweet flavor and cold feeling moving down my throat.
It was something that I’ll never forget.
It was a normal Thursday when I woke up, but somewhere between the ice cream machine and the donkey, Thursday took on a new, more colorful adjective. At least I have a vanilla-choco swirl cone.
pushkin rocks
He lay there and waited for it to appear, but none of the others could see it either and when finally he felt it rise his eyes were still blinking furiously to find it. But with its lifting came another, unexpected surprise, as sound swam happily about him and caught him in her web and he knew that it wasn’t the vision but the sound of it for which he’d been longing.
Having a cone placed in the middle of the road as your driving is quite a nuisance. Needless to say is the required effort to turn the wheel enough to avoid this useless obstacle…. Good god I’m lazy
smooth and sleek, a finely pointed tip and it sits there, perfectly balanced. not the most elegant of creations but unique nonetheless
ice cream
cone head
base for doll figure
odd shape to bead around
sugar or waffle?
glad i dont have a head shaped like that
sleek pointy smooth ice cream rolling
in a home of sweet sand the cone of the shell rests peacefully in seclusion and rest. the soft rasp of sand rubbing against it’s wall smoothing the rough edges of fear from the sides and rims. all the cone has to do it sleep and eat with the tides swell.
the holder of my icecream, like my God making sure im in place, i drip to its side, but most of me enters Him.
i feel like i have a cone in my head. and if i don’t, i guess i should.
conical, pinacle,
the situation is critical
syllable after syllable
it’s all just so trivial
ice cream cone, cornets with squishy icecream melting and running down your hand.
ice cream
something ice cream goes into…fun to eat the ice cream and the cone too! I guess it is also a shape. I remember learning about it in 4th grade math. Could be something high school/college kids steal too. I think my brother had a couple orange ones in the trunk of his car back in the day
I once saw a cone on the side of the rode. It was pointy, pointing toward the god of road safety. But it was lonely, regimented, almost as if it would rather be something natural, non-synthetic. I talked to the cone. He/She didn’t have a name, no age, no feelings, and how it could talk was beyond me. I felt sorry for him/her. So I took it home with me. Now it sits in my room but it is no better off than before. I would recycle him in hopes of a better after life but he is made of PVC and he is not accepted at recycling centers. A sad life this is.
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a small cone of incense, smoldering quitely on the side table, sending smoke coiling around two naked, glistening bodies, still in their afterglow.
My life would not be as full of icecream if it wasn’t for cones. It would be alot more on the floor than in my mouth, and my hands would be cold and sticky.
I would also not know where there are men at work in the roads, and would probably drive into alot more holes. Holes are bad, hence, cones are good, for they give me the sweetness that is not falling to my death.
I love cones
ice cream is lovely iv’e never had any in a long time, t-shirts get spoiled elephants are relly fun to look at no idea wher that came from, constantinople? yeah better leave it up to them!
Ice cream cones are delicious. I love them. i also like traffic cones because they stop me from getting into car accidents. I once had to shade a cone by hand in art class and I was told i was the best one in the class. I like cones.
The cone sat there on the table, staring at me. It was taunting me. Teasing me. Letting me know that I would never be better that it would ever be. After all, I was square. Fat, ugly, angular. I would never be beautiful and have curves like that cone. I’d never be good enough.
ice cream. its a beautiful thing. even as a type 1 diabetic, i fucking love the shit. Also, it reminds me of calculus. Gotta find out the fucking area of a cone. Sucks ass. But serious. Ice cream cones…best shit ever, love it. Wish I could eat some more.
i have a cone and it feels remiscent of a small factory worker named carl. Carl and I would often go fishing, using ice cream cones as bait. Sometimes we would catch large fish. Sometimes small. TRhe weirdest fish we ever caught was blue and res and had eyes the size of dinner plates.
I dropped my snow cone onto the sidewalk once, and it landed with a satisfying sloosh. I mourned the loss of Frederico, which is what I had named that particular snowcone, as he was Pina Colada flavored, and it seemed only fitting he have a tropical name. In the end, I got another snow cone, but I will always remember poor frederico who died that day on the cruel pavement. ZOMG WTF. RED RED RED.
The icecream sat enticingly in the carton, just waiting for me to eat it. I longed for it’s coolness on my hot tongue in this intollerable sweltering heat. Where, oh where did I hide the cones?
the sun shines. ice cream time.
too bad you just decided to cut down on sweets.
no, artificial sweeteners aren’t allowed, either.
go suck on an ice cube.
cone, just an image, what can you add. When you see a cone you start to thin how to describe it, but don’t describe -just imagine this figure…
ice cram head lofe sphere lifepoint no o pokintno point coney island baby lou reed music life an ice cream dome silent grow
you put icecream in it and eat it – yum yum. Sometimes the bottom falls out and the icecream runs down your arm and onto the ground. Unless you are quick and can eat from the bottom and the top at the same time. If you had goody goody gumdrops icecream then a goody might block the hole.
I love ice cream cones. They’re nice and come in many different shapes and sizes. The pointy cones are probably my favorite. You can bite the bottom off the just suck the ice cream out from the bottom. I also the like the McDonald type cones. they’re good to eat even without ice cream (although ice cream makes them softer).
has icecream in, can be used to stop traffic rhymes with drone. circular at one end narrowing to a point at the other. almost pyramid shaped if pyramids were circular. Also rhymes with scone. I’m still thinking of icecream.
Ice cream cones are what holds the actual ice cream so it is able to be eaten without the aid of cutlery.
Cone’s can also be used for the redirection of traffic or general manipluation, ie: stopping or preventing access to a certain area.
A cone is typically a shape with a point on the end, leading to a circular base. This is not to be confused with a
cone is one of the fundamental shapes in geometry. The shape has a circular base of a fixed radius. The shape has certain elevation, as the elevation increases the radius decreases. The locus produces a cone
i have this urge for an ice cream cone. it had been ages since i stood in the middle of a market place with people milling around me and i along with a lady friend eating cone ice cream. have i really grown up? middle age is such a nostalgic trip zone.
ice cream drips
from the top
unto the small girl’s hand
making a mess of
chocolate