grab on and pull. Handles can help you open things. Who invented handles? I have a handle on it can mean that you have it under control. Can you handle the situation? Love handles….
to take on the true nature and way of life,one needs to learn how to put a handle on the bars of life…life is like riding a bicycle,you have to keep peddling to move on
handle. love handles. stairwell handles. handle with care. handles are here to protect, to cushion, to demonstrate an active expression on YOUR part. how will you handle me?
You use a handle to open doors, operate objects, such as a water can. the handle is a revolutionary idea. Can you imagine having to carry a bucket without one? imagine the difficulty and impracticality of it.
how to handle situations, a physical handle, an emotional handle, a mental handle, a grip on the handle, the mental capacity to grip the “handle” is actually lower than it seems, believe it or not. You can snap if you’ve had TOO MUCH TO HANDLE.
I want to handle it all. Deal with it all. Clear the slate, clean the board. Dust off the chalk from my hands and say there, there. It’s all gone, it’s all done. But I can’t. You’re the kind of chalk that lingers in my clothes, and sticks to my fingers. I can’t handle you.
is something you hold, get a handle on life, try handle the scenario better. I wonder how other people handle their problems. I wish that handles didnt exist and we can go either way through a door. My door handle sticks and unlocks the door when you push it. I hate that. I want a silver door handle.
i can’t handle it, the tractor. It has steering like I’ve never used before. It turns so fast and responds so quickly I feel like I’m going to destroy all the vegetables. Plus, it’s my first day and I don’t want to look like a City girl!
I can’t handle the truth, I can’t handle the lies, I can’t handle the door, I can’t handle the end, I can’t handle the beginning, I can’t handle all this work, I can’t handle the holidays, I can’t handle the end
i can handle any of this. i cant stand the nerves that make my stomach rise up out of my mouth and down into my feet at the same time. I love you, but i hate to feel this way
i handled the bar so well that i grew blisters. Several actually. I now cannot jerk off until these mother fuckers heal. Which means i’m looking at probably closer to 5 days of testosterone built-up. I should learn to smoke a lot more weed this upcoming week. Pacifism over brutality.
i think ive finally got a handle on sophomore year. i mean last quarter…distaster. but everything kind of makes sense. at this moment im happy and its awesome.
Handle? Can I handle this? Can I hand the truth? A door handle. A handle name. Screenname. Your handle on reality is cracking, breaking. Your handle slipping, your hand slipping from the handle. Can you handle that? That’s the handle.
handle bar, whores, sexy yum yum got a handel on this shit groovy awesome yeah i wanna bring that back yeah bringing sexy back awesome handel on the door shit i got so drunk last night groovy handel on the old folks home yeah they have handels everywhere so they don’t fall down awesome groovey
I rested on the hard plastic. She sat next to me, like she did the day before and the day before that. The park was empty; it normally is. My feet skidded on the dirt because my legs were longer than the average kid on that swing. I paused at the height of my swing; I saw her below me. We raced past eachother. Neither of us said anything. We liked it that way. The leaves turned from green to orange, from orange to red, and from red to brown, until eventually they fell off and shriveled up. The swings are empty now, except for a few dead leaves resting on them.
i cant handle this. so much work, so little time. I need to get a hold, to get a handle on my life but motivation escapes me. All I can handle is my friends. and my music. and my heart.
door handle. I handle a puppy with care. I handle my emotions well. I open doors with a handle. I hate it when people do not handle my stuff with care. My dad built a kitchen and forgot to buy the handles.
i have a handle on my car the opens the door and ther is is a way to handle ladies and you just have to get a handle on your handle and handle it until its been handled
bycicle handles are pretty cool since they prevent you from falling off your bike, but then when you jerk forward its the first thing to hit you… which kinda sucks if it weren’t that dangerous i’d like it but then i’d be like a unicycle with two wheels or just a bicycle with no handles which is pretty weird too oh well i guess we can’t do much about that.
things that i can’t stand
doors
twisting, need it to help you enter a new area
things you have you deal with in life
are you good enough?
withstand
tool for leverage
handle is control. “I have a handle on the situation>” I’ve got this. I can do it. I have a grip on the situation and it is certain that it will turn out ok. actually it will turn out exactly how i plan because i have it under control. i have a handle on the circumstance
handling situations handling life i tend to handle situations rather well rinse and repeat rinse and repeat and adjustment. moderation and that’s about it. it’s a r
My friends and I were all bored one saturday night. We had girls over, and we were all looking for a party. I had vodka in a locked cabinent. To handle the situation, I turned the handle and grabbed the handle.
I handle so many things every day, I scarcely think of them. That’s what I do. Handle things. It’s who I am and how I keep in control of the chaos I cannot handle. That’s a good thing, I believe.
He grabbed the handle of the car door and opened it roughly and stumbled out of the car. He turned around and in the second before he slammed the door shut he made eye contact with her and during that second she couldn’t breathe. The fire in his eyes had been the most intense thing she had ever seen in her life, not to mention from him.
I turned the handle, my eyes crossed the room. A mass of immense light rested upon my fathers forehead as he read his bible. Ofcourse, he didn’t believe a word of it.
i can’t handle the pressure of being a girl.
grab on and pull. Handles can help you open things. Who invented handles? I have a handle on it can mean that you have it under control. Can you handle the situation? Love handles….
to take on the true nature and way of life,one needs to learn how to put a handle on the bars of life…life is like riding a bicycle,you have to keep peddling to move on
handle
handle. love handles. stairwell handles. handle with care. handles are here to protect, to cushion, to demonstrate an active expression on YOUR part. how will you handle me?
You use a handle to open doors, operate objects, such as a water can. the handle is a revolutionary idea. Can you imagine having to carry a bucket without one? imagine the difficulty and impracticality of it.
i don’t know how much longer i can go on like this.
I already did handle. o_O
how to handle situations, a physical handle, an emotional handle, a mental handle, a grip on the handle, the mental capacity to grip the “handle” is actually lower than it seems, believe it or not. You can snap if you’ve had TOO MUCH TO HANDLE.
I like to do tht with care. I don’t like love handles. tey’re gross. I’m speling things rong. DAMNIT. I can’t handle this!!!
should I stop?
it’s turning yellw=ow
orange.
RED OH FUCK
anything… even if you think you can’t handle it you can… “we will get by.. we will survive”
a wild horse
handle with care … fragile … keep this side up and it will all burn faster ..
I want to handle it all. Deal with it all. Clear the slate, clean the board. Dust off the chalk from my hands and say there, there. It’s all gone, it’s all done. But I can’t. You’re the kind of chalk that lingers in my clothes, and sticks to my fingers. I can’t handle you.
is something you hold, get a handle on life, try handle the scenario better. I wonder how other people handle their problems. I wish that handles didnt exist and we can go either way through a door. My door handle sticks and unlocks the door when you push it. I hate that. I want a silver door handle.
i can’t handle it, the tractor. It has steering like I’ve never used before. It turns so fast and responds so quickly I feel like I’m going to destroy all the vegetables. Plus, it’s my first day and I don’t want to look like a City girl!
I can’t handle the truth, I can’t handle the lies, I can’t handle the door, I can’t handle the end, I can’t handle the beginning, I can’t handle all this work, I can’t handle the holidays, I can’t handle the end
i need to be handled?
i can handle any of this. i cant stand the nerves that make my stomach rise up out of my mouth and down into my feet at the same time. I love you, but i hate to feel this way
handle it, get it done, can’t you, others do better, get a grip, there it is…
man handled
i handled the bar so well that i grew blisters. Several actually. I now cannot jerk off until these mother fuckers heal. Which means i’m looking at probably closer to 5 days of testosterone built-up. I should learn to smoke a lot more weed this upcoming week. Pacifism over brutality.
i think ive finally got a handle on sophomore year. i mean last quarter…distaster. but everything kind of makes sense. at this moment im happy and its awesome.
Handle? Can I handle this? Can I hand the truth? A door handle. A handle name. Screenname. Your handle on reality is cracking, breaking. Your handle slipping, your hand slipping from the handle. Can you handle that? That’s the handle.
handle bar, whores, sexy yum yum got a handel on this shit groovy awesome yeah i wanna bring that back yeah bringing sexy back awesome handel on the door shit i got so drunk last night groovy handel on the old folks home yeah they have handels everywhere so they don’t fall down awesome groovey
pot. kettle. your hands on my ass. how can i cope with this situation. bad spelling leading to clasical music and fairy tales.
I rested on the hard plastic. She sat next to me, like she did the day before and the day before that. The park was empty; it normally is. My feet skidded on the dirt because my legs were longer than the average kid on that swing. I paused at the height of my swing; I saw her below me. We raced past eachother. Neither of us said anything. We liked it that way. The leaves turned from green to orange, from orange to red, and from red to brown, until eventually they fell off and shriveled up. The swings are empty now, except for a few dead leaves resting on them.
i cant handle this. so much work, so little time. I need to get a hold, to get a handle on my life but motivation escapes me. All I can handle is my friends. and my music. and my heart.
door handle. I handle a puppy with care. I handle my emotions well. I open doors with a handle. I hate it when people do not handle my stuff with care. My dad built a kitchen and forgot to buy the handles.
i have a handle on my car the opens the door and ther is is a way to handle ladies and you just have to get a handle on your handle and handle it until its been handled
bycicle handles are pretty cool since they prevent you from falling off your bike, but then when you jerk forward its the first thing to hit you… which kinda sucks if it weren’t that dangerous i’d like it but then i’d be like a unicycle with two wheels or just a bicycle with no handles which is pretty weird too oh well i guess we can’t do much about that.
things that i can’t stand
doors
twisting, need it to help you enter a new area
things you have you deal with in life
are you good enough?
withstand
tool for leverage
handle is control. “I have a handle on the situation>” I’ve got this. I can do it. I have a grip on the situation and it is certain that it will turn out ok. actually it will turn out exactly how i plan because i have it under control. i have a handle on the circumstance
handle
handling situations handling life i tend to handle situations rather well rinse and repeat rinse and repeat and adjustment. moderation and that’s about it. it’s a r
My friends and I were all bored one saturday night. We had girls over, and we were all looking for a party. I had vodka in a locked cabinent. To handle the situation, I turned the handle and grabbed the handle.
I handle so many things every day, I scarcely think of them. That’s what I do. Handle things. It’s who I am and how I keep in control of the chaos I cannot handle. That’s a good thing, I believe.
handle of liquor gets a handle on my life
He grabbed the handle of the car door and opened it roughly and stumbled out of the car. He turned around and in the second before he slammed the door shut he made eye contact with her and during that second she couldn’t breathe. The fire in his eyes had been the most intense thing she had ever seen in her life, not to mention from him.
I turned the handle, my eyes crossed the room. A mass of immense light rested upon my fathers forehead as he read his bible. Ofcourse, he didn’t believe a word of it.