a crew is a group of people, who generally have a set task to do something and are sometimes official, for instance on a boat, the ‘crew’ of the boat led by a captain. you can also say that you have your ‘crew’ if you are in charge of an activity or a group of people.
I’m so awesome, I got mah crew here with me. When I hear the word crew, I think of a white kid who thinks he’s gangster standing with other kids who think they’re gangster. This is his “crew” and they wear their pants to low, and wear obnoxious bling and hater blocker glasses.
my friends are my favourite people. they are so amazing. i love them so much. love. is a strong word. love. and harmony. it’s great. i’m so naive. but really everyone should love someone. and everyone.
Crew, brings to mind the clothing line, and the american term for a group. My ‘crew’. funnily enough, a crew for a ship is not the first thing I think of. But it should be, as thats the original term. Strange how meanings change over time, and the real use of the word becomes almost extinct in comparison.
The crew I was working with was a bunch of jokers from the world of Hee Haw and they knew nothing about the job at hand. They pretended and they were able to get paid top dollar along with the rest of the workers.
My crew is filled with random people. None of us go together very well to an outsider:s viewpoint, but we compliment each other tremendously. We get along. We make each other laugh. We love each other deeply. We may not be chosen for each other by others, but we chose each other for ourselves.
They started early that morning. The plan was to kayak the river that had taken their friend the summer before. They had a point to prove. They had a memory to visit. The crew started out and before they knew it, the river was becoming a place that was providing healing and a bond between them that could never be broken. Not even when one of the crew was lost to the river.
The year before, the river was swollen due to heavy rains. The group discussed the dangers but decided to take the day trip anyway. Charles had been ahead of the group giving signals at particularly rough patches of water.
me and my crew went to the store to buy jelly rings. my other friend, apart of my crew wanted to buy onion rings. needless to say, we like rings. that’s why we wear them. we wear many rings. mood rings, wedding rings (none of us are married) and engagement rings.
A team that helps instead of telling one what to do… a support group. Sometimes paid, often not. They can be friends, or workers, or just a congregation of individuals doing one thing together.
i wish i had a crew to follow me everywhere i go. As protection, as friends, as support to help through everyday activities. I group of close people that i can interact with and share ideas. and Fuck someone up if needed! :)
There was one thing for certain. The backstage crew had no idea who they were messing with. She refused to be embarrassed this way. The show would indeed go on… but heads were gonna roll!
a crew of dedicated sweaty people loading at the docks at midnight discovered a dead body in one of the shipping containers. “Oh my” said one. “Whatever shall we do!” The rest looked at him blankly. “Lets just throw it in the river” decided the crewmaster
The crew was of seven people. They were a modgepodge of people: a nanny, a hobo, a movie director, a U of NY student, a mother and her infant (they will count as one), a CEO, and me. Our task? Create a septathlon where we each complete a task at which we can excel. I already called dibs on the Macarena.
I think about a night crew. A film crew. Something with a team. Or a crew cut or crew shirt. It’s all about looks, what I see in my head? I guess. I like the word crew. I should use it more often.
Crew.
We are a crew of the worst. We have a hydrophobic lifeguard, a vet who’s afraid of claws and fur, a lion tamer who’s afraid of lions, and a lion who’s afraid of nothing. We have romance novel writers who scorn the very idea of true love. We have gullible skeptics.
We malfunction, but we have each other.
The crew of the ship, lost to their captain as he was so far, did not know where to go. They tried to flee, oh how they did.
They did not know, did not know escape was just around the bend.
The bend, the water, the sea.
All the same, yet different, some calm and others oh so destructive.
The ocean, the crew, the endlessness. The insanity, oh the insanity.
hands locking tight,
bleeding palms,
heave ho,
smoking hemp,
drawn tight,
one turn through,
bound,
rat guard secured,
aft abreast secured,
all hands,
liberty call for the crew.
Sweaters — all of them sat stacked on the top shelf anticipating autumn.
Some crew neck, others turtleneck, still more were argyle and cashmere… though the summer was unbearable fall would be here soon enough. They promised, these sweaters.
partners, people who are there no matter what happens and they work with you. They are your friends and they are your ideas, they resemble your company your hardwork and your ability to work with other people. They are the pillers that keep your ideas up and in place.
The people that you have around you that would have your back no matter what. Your crew are the people that you will have a good time with no matter where you are or what you are doing, it is a guaranteed good time!
The crew always consisted of four people. A team. An old drunk who lost everybody, two boys who only had each other and a fallen angel who never had anybody. They are the crew, the one that are to save the earth. They are so unperfect and broken.
My friends are my everything. They’re my family and my life. Without my crew life would be dull. I wouldn’t know what to do. They’re there for me. I’m there for them. Sisters and brothers till the end.
That’s when he realised-he wasn’t doing this for him. He was doing it for everyone else. For his crew, his fellow soldiers. That’s why he gave up what he gave up. Love, life, and liberty.
The guy who invented the crew cut must have been pretty sick in the head, because all I ever seem to see are guys who have skulls shaped like bowling balls or Mr. Potato Head. In fact, I say we rally together — all of the rest of us who have misshapen heads, to unite under the flag of Not Looking Silly, in order to lead a revolution against crew cuts and bad haircuts everywhere!
Crew. Your tight-knight, never-going-to-leave-you, call in case of emergency, yet always on hand, go-to companions. They aren’t something new. Although new does rhyme with crew. They are a piece of yourself, you are a piece of them. Laced into each other to form the basis of what helps you be yourself each and every day.
everybody was swept up to their necks in foam, sea, and blood. the fire that swept the ship was slowly diminishing as the last burning embers sank below the horizon line. Not much was certain as they bobbed harmoniously , but they new it wouldn’t be long.
It’s like they say. Sometimes you don’t really have time to think about you, you have to think about your crew. It’s important. Not everything is about you. Do it for them. Sacrifice it all. For them. Lose love. For them. But it’s ok. Because,, in the end, you’re doing it for your crew. And that’s ok.
The wind threw the crew across the ship as haphazardly as it threw the cargo. The ones who managed to cling to boards and bits of rigging could hear the captain cursing the wind from his perch on the stern, somehow looking noble despite the seawater grasping at his scraggly hair like some sort of vile creature of the depths, trying to purge its waters of the blight his sweet boat was…
Crew members with black shirts, walkie talkie fanny packs, nervous whispers and whispered screams, when they smile it’s like the cheshire cat grinning.
They all sat staring my way. They were the crew. Nothing else mattered but their reputation, their actions defining them. I wondered if I could ever be like them, one of them.
i walked up to the crew of doctors that i trusted my body with. the trust was there and so was the expertise. this wasn’t their first time and in a way i was honored to be apart of their learning. i wanted to be like them one day. i dream of the day when i’m standing on stage holding that chemistry degree.
I want to be a pirate. Not like those Somalian pansies, but like a real, hard-core, frigate-sailing, cannon-shooting, cutlass-swinging swashbuckler of the good ol’ days. Yes. That would certainly be interesting to be a part of those legendary crews.
a crew is a group of people, who generally have a set task to do something and are sometimes official, for instance on a boat, the ‘crew’ of the boat led by a captain. you can also say that you have your ‘crew’ if you are in charge of an activity or a group of people.
I’m so awesome, I got mah crew here with me. When I hear the word crew, I think of a white kid who thinks he’s gangster standing with other kids who think they’re gangster. This is his “crew” and they wear their pants to low, and wear obnoxious bling and hater blocker glasses.
my friends are my favourite people. they are so amazing. i love them so much. love. is a strong word. love. and harmony. it’s great. i’m so naive. but really everyone should love someone. and everyone.
Crew, brings to mind the clothing line, and the american term for a group. My ‘crew’. funnily enough, a crew for a ship is not the first thing I think of. But it should be, as thats the original term. Strange how meanings change over time, and the real use of the word becomes almost extinct in comparison.
The crew I was working with was a bunch of jokers from the world of Hee Haw and they knew nothing about the job at hand. They pretended and they were able to get paid top dollar along with the rest of the workers.
My crew is filled with random people. None of us go together very well to an outsider:s viewpoint, but we compliment each other tremendously. We get along. We make each other laugh. We love each other deeply. We may not be chosen for each other by others, but we chose each other for ourselves.
They started early that morning. The plan was to kayak the river that had taken their friend the summer before. They had a point to prove. They had a memory to visit. The crew started out and before they knew it, the river was becoming a place that was providing healing and a bond between them that could never be broken. Not even when one of the crew was lost to the river.
The year before, the river was swollen due to heavy rains. The group discussed the dangers but decided to take the day trip anyway. Charles had been ahead of the group giving signals at particularly rough patches of water.
me and my crew went to the store to buy jelly rings. my other friend, apart of my crew wanted to buy onion rings. needless to say, we like rings. that’s why we wear them. we wear many rings. mood rings, wedding rings (none of us are married) and engagement rings.
A team that helps instead of telling one what to do… a support group. Sometimes paid, often not. They can be friends, or workers, or just a congregation of individuals doing one thing together.
i wish i had a crew to follow me everywhere i go. As protection, as friends, as support to help through everyday activities. I group of close people that i can interact with and share ideas. and Fuck someone up if needed! :)
There was one thing for certain. The backstage crew had no idea who they were messing with. She refused to be embarrassed this way. The show would indeed go on… but heads were gonna roll!
a crew of dedicated sweaty people loading at the docks at midnight discovered a dead body in one of the shipping containers. “Oh my” said one. “Whatever shall we do!” The rest looked at him blankly. “Lets just throw it in the river” decided the crewmaster
ship people fever sick sophia popeyes pilot water anchor sea blue white members
IS everyone else just as high as me while they’re doing this? Cause y’all responses sure sound flighty to me.
The crew was of seven people. They were a modgepodge of people: a nanny, a hobo, a movie director, a U of NY student, a mother and her infant (they will count as one), a CEO, and me. Our task? Create a septathlon where we each complete a task at which we can excel. I already called dibs on the Macarena.
I think about a night crew. A film crew. Something with a team. Or a crew cut or crew shirt. It’s all about looks, what I see in my head? I guess. I like the word crew. I should use it more often.
Crew.
We are a crew of the worst. We have a hydrophobic lifeguard, a vet who’s afraid of claws and fur, a lion tamer who’s afraid of lions, and a lion who’s afraid of nothing. We have romance novel writers who scorn the very idea of true love. We have gullible skeptics.
We malfunction, but we have each other.
The crew of the ship, lost to their captain as he was so far, did not know where to go. They tried to flee, oh how they did.
They did not know, did not know escape was just around the bend.
The bend, the water, the sea.
All the same, yet different, some calm and others oh so destructive.
The ocean, the crew, the endlessness. The insanity, oh the insanity.
When I hear this word I think of an 80’s hardcore group. They think they’re so cool with their crewcuts and band logo t-shirts. yeah… whatever, dude.
hands locking tight,
bleeding palms,
heave ho,
smoking hemp,
drawn tight,
one turn through,
bound,
rat guard secured,
aft abreast secured,
all hands,
liberty call for the crew.
Sweaters — all of them sat stacked on the top shelf anticipating autumn.
Some crew neck, others turtleneck, still more were argyle and cashmere… though the summer was unbearable fall would be here soon enough. They promised, these sweaters.
A crew is like a body. No matter how smart or imaginative the head may be, in the end it has be executed by the body.
partners, people who are there no matter what happens and they work with you. They are your friends and they are your ideas, they resemble your company your hardwork and your ability to work with other people. They are the pillers that keep your ideas up and in place.
Something that you find comfort, and feel compatible with. Something to bring a sense of belonging in. Something that echoes teamwork.
The people that you have around you that would have your back no matter what. Your crew are the people that you will have a good time with no matter where you are or what you are doing, it is a guaranteed good time!
The crew always consisted of four people. A team. An old drunk who lost everybody, two boys who only had each other and a fallen angel who never had anybody. They are the crew, the one that are to save the earth. They are so unperfect and broken.
My friends are my everything. They’re my family and my life. Without my crew life would be dull. I wouldn’t know what to do. They’re there for me. I’m there for them. Sisters and brothers till the end.
the crew had so much to do in the big fine house that night they hardly slept
the crew worked all night doing the fruit and chesse tray for the christmas rush
That’s when he realised-he wasn’t doing this for him. He was doing it for everyone else. For his crew, his fellow soldiers. That’s why he gave up what he gave up. Love, life, and liberty.
we were working on a good crew of people in the deli at wal-mart
The guy who invented the crew cut must have been pretty sick in the head, because all I ever seem to see are guys who have skulls shaped like bowling balls or Mr. Potato Head. In fact, I say we rally together — all of the rest of us who have misshapen heads, to unite under the flag of Not Looking Silly, in order to lead a revolution against crew cuts and bad haircuts everywhere!
Crew. Your tight-knight, never-going-to-leave-you, call in case of emergency, yet always on hand, go-to companions. They aren’t something new. Although new does rhyme with crew. They are a piece of yourself, you are a piece of them. Laced into each other to form the basis of what helps you be yourself each and every day.
everybody was swept up to their necks in foam, sea, and blood. the fire that swept the ship was slowly diminishing as the last burning embers sank below the horizon line. Not much was certain as they bobbed harmoniously , but they new it wouldn’t be long.
It’s like they say. Sometimes you don’t really have time to think about you, you have to think about your crew. It’s important. Not everything is about you. Do it for them. Sacrifice it all. For them. Lose love. For them. But it’s ok. Because,, in the end, you’re doing it for your crew. And that’s ok.
The wind threw the crew across the ship as haphazardly as it threw the cargo. The ones who managed to cling to boards and bits of rigging could hear the captain cursing the wind from his perch on the stern, somehow looking noble despite the seawater grasping at his scraggly hair like some sort of vile creature of the depths, trying to purge its waters of the blight his sweet boat was…
Crew members with black shirts, walkie talkie fanny packs, nervous whispers and whispered screams, when they smile it’s like the cheshire cat grinning.
They all sat staring my way. They were the crew. Nothing else mattered but their reputation, their actions defining them. I wondered if I could ever be like them, one of them.
i walked up to the crew of doctors that i trusted my body with. the trust was there and so was the expertise. this wasn’t their first time and in a way i was honored to be apart of their learning. i wanted to be like them one day. i dream of the day when i’m standing on stage holding that chemistry degree.
I want to be a pirate. Not like those Somalian pansies, but like a real, hard-core, frigate-sailing, cannon-shooting, cutlass-swinging swashbuckler of the good ol’ days. Yes. That would certainly be interesting to be a part of those legendary crews.