hook in the hand. worm in the other. should i end its life like this? I take the hook in two fingers and slowly shove the worm into the spiked metal. it’s dancing in the water now.
The hook in the fishes mouth was sharp as I tried to remove it and return the cold wet thrashing animal to the sea. I pulled and probably damaged the poor thing even more. What a sad thing to kill
I went fishing once with my dad… we caught a trout. We used bright shiny lime green bait, because a fellow fisherman at the lake said it worked best. We named the fish Entree and ate him that evening with creamed corn and vegetables.
hooked
on it
like a drug
like heroin
i thought it was different
i wasnt like them.
the addicts
because it wasnt a drug.
i wasnt snorting or smoking
i wasnt injecting or drinking
but there was no difference
when i started to rationalize it
defend it, protect it, depend on it, cry without it-
i realized we are one and the same.
hook. what is it? what does it mean? I do not know what others think of the word. To some, it means the pleasure of a peaceful fishing trip, to others it may cause thoughts of being caught, trapped, or it may even be addiction, but I’ll never know.
the hook of a fishing line comes down to capture the lonely, helpless fish, who despise of this horrific way to capture food. The hook is involved with many nightmares of death, fright and horror. Or, it could help you fly…
He has hooked me. Quickly but firmly. I have become stick on him like a scratch on a record and now I don’t feel like I can pull away easily. Painlessly.
I set the hook and thus began the fight of my fishing experiences. This had to be the biggest trout I had ever hooked on such a thin line and “no net” to scoop it up.
I ran down the river while keeping a taut line so the trout wouldn’t snap the line and I fell several times…….
Hooked. That’s what he was. Completely addicted to her. Everything about her drew him in. Her touch, her smile, her beauty. It was like a hook ripping through his lip. He was… Hooked. And all for a sick game that she was winning.
I don’t see a word, instead it’s just a green time line so I am confused which is a normal state of affairs anyhow which is why I am on stumbleupon.com
Hook line and sinker. That’s how I fell for him. And in a way, the fishing metaphor is completely appropriate. He has complete control over me. He has me like a metal hook through my lip. There’s no escaping.
hook is a word that I generally would not associate with anything pleasant. It’s long, it’s generally metal, and it’s association is something that could bring great pain in someone’s life. However, it could also bring life to those people, be it on a boat, or giving life to your clothes in the form of a reprieve from the floor. Because of this, a hook can have many components, it’s very diverse.
Hook.
I made a hook today, complete silver.
I made a hook today that I took with me fishing.
I used this hook I made today and caught some wonderful fish.
I took the fish and this hook home to whip up something delish.
I love this hook of mine.
And forever we shall remain.
hang clothes cloths bags belts attached to a wall color round-ish circular soft hard bounce attached to the back of door useful brown plastic wood in the way at times not for children a lot of clothes plugs and wires strings holes decorative pants
Captain hook grabbed peter by the collar “Walk the plank” he called and the crew gathered around him. But Peter flew up into the sky. Damn I forgot about that said Captain Hook
I was in a hook with this man.
He took me fishing.
We ate together, it tasted like mayo.
After this hook, of fishing.. he took me to his place
to hook up.
We did stuff. It was weird.
He was really tall.
But get this, this wasn’t the hook up?
Dear diary, my life has revolved around this hook!! Lol Hook?
The hardened detective bought it. Her face softened in understanding. She bought my lies hook, line and sinker. I didn’t plan on getting away with murder. Sometimes these things just happen. You can’t plan for it. The perfect murder happens by chance. A series of fortunate events that lead to your hearts desire.
it’s pretty easy to get hooked on something. whether it be a hook itself, or a book or a television series, all you have to do is get close. many times, you may be hooked without even knowing it, in which case you will have to rip yourself away from said hook.
Its a strange thing, the hook. It will get you places, sit there, help you and generally be the most unobtrusively awesome thing that you could possibly have. We take very little time to thank the hook for all it does for us, and yet it sits there and stays, helpful to the end. So I take this moment to say: Thank you Hooks, you have and always will be awesome.
i am a lone fish in a dusty body of water. the hook grips my throat and i cease to breathe. “MOM!” i want to cry, but with no success. where am i going? who is taking me there? why is this happening? all i wanted to do was eat that worm… it looked so shiny. i guess curiosity did kill the cat.
hook and liner is where it all started. i was never one for fishing, or for anything outdoors for that matter. i was simple. i was the stay in bed all day, watch cartoons on Saturday mornings, eat breakfast for lunch kind of girl. okay, so maybe i was just lazy.
hook? i got hooked on cigarettes first. then it was off to the races for me. herion and methamphetamine….eh but hook can also be like…hooked a fish. damn i love to fish. or it could be like…cpt. hook, which coincidentally, we call my buddy dustin that. don’t ask me why, because i really don’t know. but yep that’s all i got to say about hook.
is a captain in peter pan. he is very mean and cruel and hates alligators. i was scared of him when i was young because his hook hand is actually very creepy. he captures tiger lilly which i didn’t like and causes all of these problems and chaos.
the movie. captain hook. fish hooks. hook hook hooker. hookers. prostitution. illegal? what do you think? should they be allowed to sell their bodies? are people really that lonely and desperate that they’ll sell their bodies? are people that LONELY to buy someone else’s body? what happened to bars and picking up? really?
hook is a movie i have watched with my family all the time! it brings back very good memories. RUFIO. the lost boys. i would watch it with my dad and sister and can still quote certain lines. brings back great memories. i wish i could go back to that time.
Hook as in his blue eyes were the first to hook me..then it was just a matter of time to slowly reel me in for the catch of his lifetime. Lucky, lucky people we are. A chance meeting by an observant eye of colors. My hair was his hook..wild bundle of red curls..many of men have done a second glance due to my tumultous hair.
There’s some hook with a worm on it. The fisherman must have thought there’s fish in this lake. I wonder why he thinks so. There is no fish in this lake. I’ve never seen anyone catch anything here.. why didn’t he inspect the lake before trying to fish? Is he blind? Oh wait he caught one?!
hook in the hand. worm in the other. should i end its life like this? I take the hook in two fingers and slowly shove the worm into the spiked metal. it’s dancing in the water now.
love
The hook in the fishes mouth was sharp as I tried to remove it and return the cold wet thrashing animal to the sea. I pulled and probably damaged the poor thing even more. What a sad thing to kill
I went fishing once with my dad… we caught a trout. We used bright shiny lime green bait, because a fellow fisherman at the lake said it worked best. We named the fish Entree and ate him that evening with creamed corn and vegetables.
hooked
on it
like a drug
like heroin
i thought it was different
i wasnt like them.
the addicts
because it wasnt a drug.
i wasnt snorting or smoking
i wasnt injecting or drinking
but there was no difference
when i started to rationalize it
defend it, protect it, depend on it, cry without it-
i realized we are one and the same.
hook. what is it? what does it mean? I do not know what others think of the word. To some, it means the pleasure of a peaceful fishing trip, to others it may cause thoughts of being caught, trapped, or it may even be addiction, but I’ll never know.
Very funny pictures
the hook of a fishing line comes down to capture the lonely, helpless fish, who despise of this horrific way to capture food. The hook is involved with many nightmares of death, fright and horror. Or, it could help you fly…
He has hooked me. Quickly but firmly. I have become stick on him like a scratch on a record and now I don’t feel like I can pull away easily. Painlessly.
I set the hook and thus began the fight of my fishing experiences. This had to be the biggest trout I had ever hooked on such a thin line and “no net” to scoop it up.
I ran down the river while keeping a taut line so the trout wouldn’t snap the line and I fell several times…….
Hooked. That’s what he was. Completely addicted to her. Everything about her drew him in. Her touch, her smile, her beauty. It was like a hook ripping through his lip. He was… Hooked. And all for a sick game that she was winning.
I don’t see a word, instead it’s just a green time line so I am confused which is a normal state of affairs anyhow which is why I am on stumbleupon.com
Hook line and sinker. That’s how I fell for him. And in a way, the fishing metaphor is completely appropriate. He has complete control over me. He has me like a metal hook through my lip. There’s no escaping.
hook is a word that I generally would not associate with anything pleasant. It’s long, it’s generally metal, and it’s association is something that could bring great pain in someone’s life. However, it could also bring life to those people, be it on a boat, or giving life to your clothes in the form of a reprieve from the floor. Because of this, a hook can have many components, it’s very diverse.
the little groove. the little ear worm. the song. I hear the hook, and it pulls me in. no one can cook up a hook like jimi.
You got me; pull me under like a mermaid.
Hook.
I made a hook today, complete silver.
I made a hook today that I took with me fishing.
I used this hook I made today and caught some wonderful fish.
I took the fish and this hook home to whip up something delish.
I love this hook of mine.
And forever we shall remain.
hang clothes cloths bags belts attached to a wall color round-ish circular soft hard bounce attached to the back of door useful brown plastic wood in the way at times not for children a lot of clothes plugs and wires strings holes decorative pants
Captain hook grabbed peter by the collar “Walk the plank” he called and the crew gathered around him. But Peter flew up into the sky. Damn I forgot about that said Captain Hook
I was in a hook with this man.
He took me fishing.
We ate together, it tasted like mayo.
After this hook, of fishing.. he took me to his place
to hook up.
We did stuff. It was weird.
He was really tall.
But get this, this wasn’t the hook up?
Dear diary, my life has revolved around this hook!! Lol Hook?
…line and sinker,
you reel me in.
worms, fish roe,
and happiness;
you always have
the perfect bait.
boy. thats what i think of.
my boy.
im hooked.
im not sure if im in too deep
i dont have a say though.
hes got me.
and id be crazy
to leave
im hooked.
The hardened detective bought it. Her face softened in understanding. She bought my lies hook, line and sinker. I didn’t plan on getting away with murder. Sometimes these things just happen. You can’t plan for it. The perfect murder happens by chance. A series of fortunate events that lead to your hearts desire.
it’s pretty easy to get hooked on something. whether it be a hook itself, or a book or a television series, all you have to do is get close. many times, you may be hooked without even knowing it, in which case you will have to rip yourself away from said hook.
Its a strange thing, the hook. It will get you places, sit there, help you and generally be the most unobtrusively awesome thing that you could possibly have. We take very little time to thank the hook for all it does for us, and yet it sits there and stays, helpful to the end. So I take this moment to say: Thank you Hooks, you have and always will be awesome.
i am a lone fish in a dusty body of water. the hook grips my throat and i cease to breathe. “MOM!” i want to cry, but with no success. where am i going? who is taking me there? why is this happening? all i wanted to do was eat that worm… it looked so shiny. i guess curiosity did kill the cat.
hook and liner is where it all started. i was never one for fishing, or for anything outdoors for that matter. i was simple. i was the stay in bed all day, watch cartoons on Saturday mornings, eat breakfast for lunch kind of girl. okay, so maybe i was just lazy.
hook? i got hooked on cigarettes first. then it was off to the races for me. herion and methamphetamine….eh but hook can also be like…hooked a fish. damn i love to fish. or it could be like…cpt. hook, which coincidentally, we call my buddy dustin that. don’t ask me why, because i really don’t know. but yep that’s all i got to say about hook.
is a captain in peter pan. he is very mean and cruel and hates alligators. i was scared of him when i was young because his hook hand is actually very creepy. he captures tiger lilly which i didn’t like and causes all of these problems and chaos.
Very funny pictures
the movie. captain hook. fish hooks. hook hook hooker. hookers. prostitution. illegal? what do you think? should they be allowed to sell their bodies? are people really that lonely and desperate that they’ll sell their bodies? are people that LONELY to buy someone else’s body? what happened to bars and picking up? really?
the pirate in peter pan was named hook. i liked the book
The first time I saw him, I was hooked on him. So I said to my friend, “hook me up with him”……..from then on it was true love forever.
hook is a movie i have watched with my family all the time! it brings back very good memories. RUFIO. the lost boys. i would watch it with my dad and sister and can still quote certain lines. brings back great memories. i wish i could go back to that time.
hook
ah whtas going on???????????????????????????????????
Hook as in his blue eyes were the first to hook me..then it was just a matter of time to slowly reel me in for the catch of his lifetime. Lucky, lucky people we are. A chance meeting by an observant eye of colors. My hair was his hook..wild bundle of red curls..many of men have done a second glance due to my tumultous hair.
What’s your hook?
There’s some hook with a worm on it. The fisherman must have thought there’s fish in this lake. I wonder why he thinks so. There is no fish in this lake. I’ve never seen anyone catch anything here.. why didn’t he inspect the lake before trying to fish? Is he blind? Oh wait he caught one?!
Is everything a baited hook?
And are there locks on all doors?
hook
rhymes with like book
but it makes me think of like fishing
and at the same time, hookers
hookers fishing
hookers wearing fishnets fishing
and catching fish on their hooks
also song hooks