the hook was easy… give them a bit of time with the game, and let them think they could win.
afterward, when they are putting down money right and left, you do a bit of a switch up, and they’ll continue to accept losing, not realising what you’ve done–that you’ve changed the rules to suit you.
it worked for years for james…until he met laura… who knew the hook, the set up and the game far better than he did. by the time she was done, he’d lost his money, his car and his heart.
“Gah, I can’t move!” he cried, through broken sobs, “I’m stuck, my jeans are caught on the hook!”
“He’s stuck back there! We have to go back!”
“No fucking time!”
“Gah, I can’t move!” he cried, through broken sobs, “I’m stuck, my jeans are caught on the hook!”
“He’s stuck back there! We have to go back!”
“No fucking time!”
By hook or by crook. It was all she said, and then she walked out the door and into the sweltering summer night. I didn’t hear from her for three days. The baby slept on the couch, whimpering in his sleep, and I waited.
It wasn’t a large hook, but rather the opposite. In fact, it wasn’t almost a hook at all, but a barb. but it was just enough to snare him. He didn’t even feel it at first, and he definitely didn’t feel how it would alter his course, his tadertory, his plans and his dreams.
I was hooked when I saw it. It was a little roll-out piano, that could be hand-folded into a little bag. It was genius. The troubles of having to look for a local ground piano wherever I traveled were gone forever. I couldn’t believe it. It was as though the trials and tribulations that come with giant, immobile musical instruments had vanished. I was hooked.
i wish i had a hook. i’d put my maths teacher on it and watch him suirm as i dangled im over a tub of acid. Then he wouldn’t set so much fucking homework. i hate it so much. i mean i can do some of the questions but the sheer volume of the work at once just switches my brain off.
There’s a goddamn fish on my goddamn hook. And it tis a big one! Whoo. A hook is defined as a small piece of metal that is attached to a fishing line and thrown in a water source to catch fish. There are other definitions, but I don’t know any of the other ones.
Hooks are used in closets to hold things. Hooks are the support system of the American dream. If you need something to hold your things up, get hooked! Hooks will support your crazy life style in ways unimagineable. Wow… that’s one crazy hook. Get hooked today.
It was a simple hook shot. Just over and done, but he was in the way. A six foot tall stumbling block in gym shorts. How was I at 5’3″ supposed to get around that.
I’m hooked
little baggies of peroxide
spill into my eyes
and burn the infection
out of my mind
how do you see no evil
when it’s borne within you?
I cut the little holds
out of my skin
and drop them
they bounce like
white girls trying to dance
I’m free
sometimes people are attracted to things. This could be good or bad, but whatever it is, it is a hook. It grips us and pulls us out of the ocean. There is no way out. You are hooked for good. And that is why you should ignore them.
His hand appeared to have been replaced entirely by a sharp iron hook. It was odd, really – I never thought anybody actually did that. I could not see the practicality in having a sharp metal object in place of your hand, though I suppose it would be useful in picking up fruits and other items of food.
I was hooked. From the moment he looked up into my eyes and grabbed my nipples, I knew this was not just a one night stand. This was more than just a want. This was a need. So I bent over and kissed him.
the twig had a hook at one end and the bird was using it to jab down into the hole as if he were fishing. it was the cleverest thing. he was the cleverest bird.
your hooked its too late , im your drug , your my drug were hooked on eachother and its too late. We need eachother , cause were addicted and your hooked.
The hook. It grabs hold of you, rips itself from your lip to your jaw, and hangs on a flap of skin as it drags you beneath. This all seems a lame faux-pretentious metaphor, and it is.
“How am I supposed to control who my other self hooks up with?” I snapped. “You know that I’m with you forever and always so why the hell are you worrying?”
Spanish for “enganchar.” To ensnare, to trap, to snag by mechanical or emotional means. I was hooked on cigarettes. I unhooked myself. I’m still hooked on my ex-boyfriend. Now I’m a psycho ex. It’s awful, this hooking business.
I saw you that day in the grove, standing nervously behind Garrett as he introduced you and I was hooked. I never stood a chance, you were so close to everything I ever needed. I didn’t want you, I didn’t know what it meant to want someone, but looking back I needed you in my life more than anything.
scoop and capture and take it away i didn’t want it anyway. you’re the devil and i’m the sunshine but i’ll sit and watch you hook little hearts and leave them behind. i’d say sorry to the broken ones but i never lie so why start now?
pirate from peter pan, a cool thing to own if you’re a pirate, also a well known item used by slashers from movies like i know what you did last summer, also the catchy part of a song that helps to keep it in your mind, it like hooks you in, get it? also if you add a y on the end of it it becomes fun for students, hooky.
Cool, I just got this word in an anagram puzzle book. Here goes- …
There was a pirate by the name of HOOK
He hated kids and he was a murderous crook
In a movie for him named, kids of Pan he took
When Rufio was killed, I wished I hadn’t looked
BangOraaang!!!!
It’s not vintage me without a Haiku:
Not merely for sport
To catch fish with line and HOOK
That’s what man is for
by The-Apotheosis ("What about Smee? Smee's me!") on 02.21.2010
Here’s the hook. I don’t have one. I have been skating along all this time and just when you think you have me figured out you realize that I’m not who you think I am. I like to do this to your head. I love you though.
He wanted to hook up with me, but nothing more than that. He’ll learn about love in future. Or he did in past. But not with me. That is sad. Actually, that is killing me.
a fish goes on a hook once it is caught. a friend of mine said it was like getting a piercing. I disagreed. Imagine being hooked by the ear and dragged through the water, only to be tossed back. My final conclusion on hooks? They hurt.
the hook was easy… give them a bit of time with the game, and let them think they could win.
afterward, when they are putting down money right and left, you do a bit of a switch up, and they’ll continue to accept losing, not realising what you’ve done–that you’ve changed the rules to suit you.
it worked for years for james…until he met laura… who knew the hook, the set up and the game far better than he did. by the time she was done, he’d lost his money, his car and his heart.
“Gah, I can’t move!” he cried, through broken sobs, “I’m stuck, my jeans are caught on the hook!”
“He’s stuck back there! We have to go back!”
“No fucking time!”
captain cook has traumatized me form the thought of hooks. good think hooks are not used in my daily life. son of a bitch.
“Gah, I can’t move!” he cried, through broken sobs, “I’m stuck, my jeans are caught on the hook!”
“He’s stuck back there! We have to go back!”
“No fucking time!”
By hook or by crook. It was all she said, and then she walked out the door and into the sweltering summer night. I didn’t hear from her for three days. The baby slept on the couch, whimpering in his sleep, and I waited.
A hook, cast through of me, cracking my breastbone apart. It was painful, but I let it take me. I fed it.
It wasn’t a large hook, but rather the opposite. In fact, it wasn’t almost a hook at all, but a barb. but it was just enough to snare him. He didn’t even feel it at first, and he definitely didn’t feel how it would alter his course, his tadertory, his plans and his dreams.
I was hooked when I saw it. It was a little roll-out piano, that could be hand-folded into a little bag. It was genius. The troubles of having to look for a local ground piano wherever I traveled were gone forever. I couldn’t believe it. It was as though the trials and tribulations that come with giant, immobile musical instruments had vanished. I was hooked.
i wish i had a hook. i’d put my maths teacher on it and watch him suirm as i dangled im over a tub of acid. Then he wouldn’t set so much fucking homework. i hate it so much. i mean i can do some of the questions but the sheer volume of the work at once just switches my brain off.
There’s a goddamn fish on my goddamn hook. And it tis a big one! Whoo. A hook is defined as a small piece of metal that is attached to a fishing line and thrown in a water source to catch fish. There are other definitions, but I don’t know any of the other ones.
Hooks are used in closets to hold things. Hooks are the support system of the American dream. If you need something to hold your things up, get hooked! Hooks will support your crazy life style in ways unimagineable. Wow… that’s one crazy hook. Get hooked today.
It was a simple hook shot. Just over and done, but he was in the way. A six foot tall stumbling block in gym shorts. How was I at 5’3″ supposed to get around that.
I cannot get away from this. I’m the worm…left to drown….deeper and deeper in this murky water, trying to find my way off of this HOOK!
come little fishy be my salvation. :^)
I’m hooked
little baggies of peroxide
spill into my eyes
and burn the infection
out of my mind
how do you see no evil
when it’s borne within you?
I cut the little holds
out of my skin
and drop them
they bounce like
white girls trying to dance
I’m free
sometimes people are attracted to things. This could be good or bad, but whatever it is, it is a hook. It grips us and pulls us out of the ocean. There is no way out. You are hooked for good. And that is why you should ignore them.
His hand appeared to have been replaced entirely by a sharp iron hook. It was odd, really – I never thought anybody actually did that. I could not see the practicality in having a sharp metal object in place of your hand, though I suppose it would be useful in picking up fruits and other items of food.
I was hooked. From the moment he looked up into my eyes and grabbed my nipples, I knew this was not just a one night stand. This was more than just a want. This was a need. So I bent over and kissed him.
the twig had a hook at one end and the bird was using it to jab down into the hole as if he were fishing. it was the cleverest thing. he was the cleverest bird.
your hooked its too late , im your drug , your my drug were hooked on eachother and its too late. We need eachother , cause were addicted and your hooked.
The hook. It grabs hold of you, rips itself from your lip to your jaw, and hangs on a flap of skin as it drags you beneath. This all seems a lame faux-pretentious metaphor, and it is.
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“How am I supposed to control who my other self hooks up with?” I snapped. “You know that I’m with you forever and always so why the hell are you worrying?”
Spanish for “enganchar.” To ensnare, to trap, to snag by mechanical or emotional means. I was hooked on cigarettes. I unhooked myself. I’m still hooked on my ex-boyfriend. Now I’m a psycho ex. It’s awful, this hooking business.
I was hooked. It was such a drug. He had me and I had no one. I had no one so I was hooked on me.
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I saw you that day in the grove, standing nervously behind Garrett as he introduced you and I was hooked. I never stood a chance, you were so close to everything I ever needed. I didn’t want you, I didn’t know what it meant to want someone, but looking back I needed you in my life more than anything.
scoop and capture and take it away i didn’t want it anyway. you’re the devil and i’m the sunshine but i’ll sit and watch you hook little hearts and leave them behind. i’d say sorry to the broken ones but i never lie so why start now?
very best job
pirate from peter pan, a cool thing to own if you’re a pirate, also a well known item used by slashers from movies like i know what you did last summer, also the catchy part of a song that helps to keep it in your mind, it like hooks you in, get it? also if you add a y on the end of it it becomes fun for students, hooky.
Cool, I just got this word in an anagram puzzle book. Here goes- …
There was a pirate by the name of HOOK
He hated kids and he was a murderous crook
In a movie for him named, kids of Pan he took
When Rufio was killed, I wished I hadn’t looked
BangOraaang!!!!
It’s not vintage me without a Haiku:
Not merely for sport
To catch fish with line and HOOK
That’s what man is for
Here’s the hook. I don’t have one. I have been skating along all this time and just when you think you have me figured out you realize that I’m not who you think I am. I like to do this to your head. I love you though.
I’m hooked on you, hooked like a fish on a line, wiggling and wraggling as I come up for air. Please let me go, please let me off this hook…
Hello good day
“Hook, line, and sinker,” I said.
“They took the setup entirely?”
“Yes sir.”
“Then may we proceed with the next step?”
“Undoubtedly. We will bring this all to fruition. The seeds we sowed shall bear oranges shortly.”
He wanted to hook up with me, but nothing more than that. He’ll learn about love in future. Or he did in past. But not with me. That is sad. Actually, that is killing me.
a fish goes on a hook once it is caught. a friend of mine said it was like getting a piercing. I disagreed. Imagine being hooked by the ear and dragged through the water, only to be tossed back. My final conclusion on hooks? They hurt.
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