The one-hooked man blew past the dwarf, the cyclops, and the frog person, wearing a green skin and warts all over his face. He blew wind into the face of a stranger from his sprinting and spit a bug out of his mouth into the crowd. He even tore a sleeve from the largest man in the world as he ran past his ex-girlfriend and headed straight for the only thing that good save him: circus practice.
You’ve got me hooked. . on something I can’t really control. You draw me in, with blue eyes and gleaming smiles, so I can never leave. You tempt me with lover’s lips, and sun-kissed skin.
im hooked on phonics. anyways i think your beyond that. i dont think your beautiful i tihnk you bynic. i just want to get behind it. and watch you back it up and dump it back back it up and dump it back. cuz we like her and we like her too. and we like her and she like us to. oh i wish i could fuck every girl in the world.
hi what’s going on i don’t get what this is . i just came here from stumble upon and want to get as many words down as possible. what happens when the green bar ends? could i win a prize? what if my computer blows up? this is silly, there’s probably nothing that happens. i am sooo sooo confused and feel so misunderstood.
From the moment I saw you, I was hooked. Okay, well, maybe not the moment I saw you – because, really, who likes to be one of those cliche ‘love at first sight’ people?
But at one glance, I knew you had everything I could love. And that’s when things got serious for me.
fishing pole hook line and sinker to the fish i just caught, it’s very shiny gold and green the gills are sharp, glistening in the bright sunlight reflecting off the water.
I am hooked on the new motion city soundtrack album. But it’s poppy music which has hooks. So I’m hooked. Like I’m an auditory fish or something. Weird.
The needle was still in his arm. His ex wife had just brought his daughter through the door. The small voice, said “Daddy?”. He blinked his eyes wearily as his ex covered her eyes and turned tail out the door.
He got up to follow. He was a rock star. He was the American dream. They couldn’t do this to him. He pulled the needle from his arm as he followed them, falling hard to the ground.
I was hooked on the fence. Again. That damn nail that was stuck out from the wood caught me every time, and there I was, suspended like a fish on a line; hooked. I told Jim yesterday that we needed to fix that damn nail. I said “Jim, I keep getting hooked. Go out and take your hammer and fix the fence!” He’d look at me and smile, nodding his head saying, “Yes, Dear.”
The idea was there, she knew it…and then she was hooked. It was everywhere, it came at her from all sides and she wrote, wrote, wrote. Ideas flowing like water. The hook was there. It was what she needed and it came…just in time.
In the first paragraph, I was hooked. The description was hauntingly beautiful, the emotions painfully clear, and I knew I would never come across this level of writing again. I was wrong. The second paragraph was even better.
After reading the book I was uncontrollably hooked. It consumed my life like a rabid wolf devouring its prey. The beautiful scenes painted by the writer’s masterful words and the characters, deeply connected to everything was enough to hook me.
I was hooked. I mean… not literally like hooked onto a lure or anything, but I could not stop watching. It simply sucked me in like a watermelon to a goldfish. If that were to ever even happen, I think I’d be hooked then too.
a fishing hook. used to fish and catch fish. also a figure of speech when a man or woman is hooked to one another. meaning in love. also a figure of speech when someone likes or loves an object or food. s description of love.
I’m completely hooked on flying. It’s not just the experience in the air, but the preparation for the trip, the anticipation of the experience you’re going to have, and even the actual experience at the airport. Hooked! No one is hooked on flying these days, but the long lines, the extra security, just doesn’t phase me anymore.
im hooked on chocolate i love to hook up with friends even though they dont really want to. Hooking up with random guys isn’t really accepted as a real way of meeting guys for a relationship, but somethimes when your lonely, it’s all you have. Not always, but sometimes. at those times, i feel bad for those people
captured
traped
alone
stared at
humilated
feels like
no one can help you
only you can
hide your face
rather than
look all of them in
the eye
they are everyone
you love but as all
lovers do
they turn on you
so simple
too bad you for you
you beleived
in it………..
what is it/
its LOVE
never love
dont trust it
hooked on you. caught. can’t let go. want it. need it. fighting. for life. for survival. hooked. hooked. hooked on it. hooked for it. need it. fighting. fighting. fighting. never let go. can’t let go. don’t let go. hold on. keep it. hold it.
when you are hooked on something it becomes an addiction. there are so many temptations in life that can get you hooked on them after just one time of doing it. it doesn’t matter what it is because it can be anything as little as candy or anything as big as drugs. no matter what being hooked on something doesn’t mean it’s always going to be bad but 9 times out of 10 it does turn out to be pretty bad.
Noticing the curious look on her face, I could see that something had intrigued her. Her pale blue eyes shone like searchlights, overshadowing the blushed beauty of her cheeks. May had hooked me and I was helpless, like a fish flapping in futility on the end of an expert angler’s line.
Once I began signing onto the internet, I was hooked.
I was no longer in control of my own life… I walked anywhere in view of the computer and there it was, calling to me… begging for me to sign on. It was my new God. The controller of my life.
I had to have it. Regardless that I wasn’t doing anything important while I was on it, I just knew that that’s where I needed to be.
One day I was out fishing with my father. I was still learning how to fish and I threw back my line and while thrashing it forward, the hook got hooked on the back of my pants and I plumetted forward. I was so embarrassed
I just wrote about this? Why would I need to write about it again??? I don’t get this. Anyways, I look up and I see the simple letters H.O.O.K.E.D such a little word that can mean, and cause, so much. When you can’t stop something it’s so hard to quit.
I was hooked on this thing. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was addicted. Man, I wanted it so badly. It was like getting into cigerettes You just couldn’t help yourself. I can’t believe that this would happen. I love this stuff more than anything. When you can’t get yourself out of it it’s so hard to ignore
i just looked up, saw it, and that was that. it was amazing and i couldnt even begin to control myself. the color, the beauty, it was just amazing. and i could of just fell down on the spot. it made me feel something that i had never ever felt before. i needed it more and more. i didnt even feel that i could go without it for more then a few seconds. i put my lips to the cup one more time, closed my eyes, and took another sip as the caramel liquid flew into my mouth. so this is what heavens like?
i was hooked on stumble upon as soon as I discovered it. It’s incredible and now I can find the most amazing sites ever. I’d say it’s my new addiction. It will help me get over my old sexual partner, Randall. Eww.
hooked on everything that has to do with words, letters, sentences, paragraphs and all for what, hooked on phonics, its more like a nation hooked on everything that has to do with inspiration, words and more of them,,,,,
I know I was always your potsie and never your fonzie.I was your fall back plan and therefore your nightmare.i used to hate you for it.now,it just makes me sad.
hooked. welll first thing, i really have to pee
second hooked. on drugs? hooked on love
ew thats cliche
hooked.
hmmmmm
I DONT KNWO WHAT TO WRITE
ahh its turning reddddddddddd
il read other peoples things and hate mine =[
thats what always happensss
hooked on phonics. like alcoholics hooked on booze. not hooked on you. because you wasted my time. what is happening. no one is hooked anymore. but you can let go. and become unhooked.
The one-hooked man blew past the dwarf, the cyclops, and the frog person, wearing a green skin and warts all over his face. He blew wind into the face of a stranger from his sprinting and spit a bug out of his mouth into the crowd. He even tore a sleeve from the largest man in the world as he ran past his ex-girlfriend and headed straight for the only thing that good save him: circus practice.
crochet, love is all about the beaiutiful art of it, I love to crochet. it is a spontanious adventure of creation
I AM SO HOOKED ON MIKU RIGHT NOW ahhhh but seriously i will not be happy until i find a man of that caliber of cuteness. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ca8XKKg1vYU&feature=related
babes
You’ve got me hooked. . on something I can’t really control. You draw me in, with blue eyes and gleaming smiles, so I can never leave. You tempt me with lover’s lips, and sun-kissed skin.
im hooked on phonics. anyways i think your beyond that. i dont think your beautiful i tihnk you bynic. i just want to get behind it. and watch you back it up and dump it back back it up and dump it back. cuz we like her and we like her too. and we like her and she like us to. oh i wish i could fuck every girl in the world.
hi what’s going on i don’t get what this is . i just came here from stumble upon and want to get as many words down as possible. what happens when the green bar ends? could i win a prize? what if my computer blows up? this is silly, there’s probably nothing that happens. i am sooo sooo confused and feel so misunderstood.
i love you.
From the moment I saw you, I was hooked. Okay, well, maybe not the moment I saw you – because, really, who likes to be one of those cliche ‘love at first sight’ people?
But at one glance, I knew you had everything I could love. And that’s when things got serious for me.
Hooked on the sight of him.
Hooked on the scent of him.
Hooked on the taste of him.
You’re hooked on the way he makes you feel.
You’re hooked on everything about him.
fishing pole hook line and sinker to the fish i just caught, it’s very shiny gold and green the gills are sharp, glistening in the bright sunlight reflecting off the water.
I am hooked on the new motion city soundtrack album. But it’s poppy music which has hooks. So I’m hooked. Like I’m an auditory fish or something. Weird.
i am hooked on news
The needle was still in his arm. His ex wife had just brought his daughter through the door. The small voice, said “Daddy?”. He blinked his eyes wearily as his ex covered her eyes and turned tail out the door.
He got up to follow. He was a rock star. He was the American dream. They couldn’t do this to him. He pulled the needle from his arm as he followed them, falling hard to the ground.
I was hooked on the fence. Again. That damn nail that was stuck out from the wood caught me every time, and there I was, suspended like a fish on a line; hooked. I told Jim yesterday that we needed to fix that damn nail. I said “Jim, I keep getting hooked. Go out and take your hammer and fix the fence!” He’d look at me and smile, nodding his head saying, “Yes, Dear.”
The idea was there, she knew it…and then she was hooked. It was everywhere, it came at her from all sides and she wrote, wrote, wrote. Ideas flowing like water. The hook was there. It was what she needed and it came…just in time.
In the first paragraph, I was hooked. The description was hauntingly beautiful, the emotions painfully clear, and I knew I would never come across this level of writing again. I was wrong. The second paragraph was even better.
After reading the book I was uncontrollably hooked. It consumed my life like a rabid wolf devouring its prey. The beautiful scenes painted by the writer’s masterful words and the characters, deeply connected to everything was enough to hook me.
I was hooked. I mean… not literally like hooked onto a lure or anything, but I could not stop watching. It simply sucked me in like a watermelon to a goldfish. If that were to ever even happen, I think I’d be hooked then too.
a fishing hook. used to fish and catch fish. also a figure of speech when a man or woman is hooked to one another. meaning in love. also a figure of speech when someone likes or loves an object or food. s description of love.
I am hooked on eating skittles. I love their fruit flavour and tart yummy goodness. Sometimes I think that I could eat them forever.
im so hooked on you, like a fish on the end of the fishermans pole. i know you might not be good for me, but im hooked.
I’m completely hooked on flying. It’s not just the experience in the air, but the preparation for the trip, the anticipation of the experience you’re going to have, and even the actual experience at the airport. Hooked! No one is hooked on flying these days, but the long lines, the extra security, just doesn’t phase me anymore.
im hooked on chocolate i love to hook up with friends even though they dont really want to. Hooking up with random guys isn’t really accepted as a real way of meeting guys for a relationship, but somethimes when your lonely, it’s all you have. Not always, but sometimes. at those times, i feel bad for those people
This site certainly is easy to get hooked on.
It pulled and flipped, splashed and struggled. At last it was exposed. Gaping, gasping, the fish was hooked.
captured
traped
alone
stared at
humilated
feels like
no one can help you
only you can
hide your face
rather than
look all of them in
the eye
they are everyone
you love but as all
lovers do
they turn on you
so simple
too bad you for you
you beleived
in it………..
what is it/
its LOVE
never love
dont trust it
hooked on you. caught. can’t let go. want it. need it. fighting. for life. for survival. hooked. hooked. hooked on it. hooked for it. need it. fighting. fighting. fighting. never let go. can’t let go. don’t let go. hold on. keep it. hold it.
when you are hooked on something it becomes an addiction. there are so many temptations in life that can get you hooked on them after just one time of doing it. it doesn’t matter what it is because it can be anything as little as candy or anything as big as drugs. no matter what being hooked on something doesn’t mean it’s always going to be bad but 9 times out of 10 it does turn out to be pretty bad.
Noticing the curious look on her face, I could see that something had intrigued her. Her pale blue eyes shone like searchlights, overshadowing the blushed beauty of her cheeks. May had hooked me and I was helpless, like a fish flapping in futility on the end of an expert angler’s line.
Once I began signing onto the internet, I was hooked.
I was no longer in control of my own life… I walked anywhere in view of the computer and there it was, calling to me… begging for me to sign on. It was my new God. The controller of my life.
I had to have it. Regardless that I wasn’t doing anything important while I was on it, I just knew that that’s where I needed to be.
One day I was out fishing with my father. I was still learning how to fish and I threw back my line and while thrashing it forward, the hook got hooked on the back of my pants and I plumetted forward. I was so embarrassed
I just wrote about this? Why would I need to write about it again??? I don’t get this. Anyways, I look up and I see the simple letters H.O.O.K.E.D such a little word that can mean, and cause, so much. When you can’t stop something it’s so hard to quit.
I was hooked on this thing. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I was addicted. Man, I wanted it so badly. It was like getting into cigerettes You just couldn’t help yourself. I can’t believe that this would happen. I love this stuff more than anything. When you can’t get yourself out of it it’s so hard to ignore
i just looked up, saw it, and that was that. it was amazing and i couldnt even begin to control myself. the color, the beauty, it was just amazing. and i could of just fell down on the spot. it made me feel something that i had never ever felt before. i needed it more and more. i didnt even feel that i could go without it for more then a few seconds. i put my lips to the cup one more time, closed my eyes, and took another sip as the caramel liquid flew into my mouth. so this is what heavens like?
i was hooked on stumble upon as soon as I discovered it. It’s incredible and now I can find the most amazing sites ever. I’d say it’s my new addiction. It will help me get over my old sexual partner, Randall. Eww.
hooked on everything that has to do with words, letters, sentences, paragraphs and all for what, hooked on phonics, its more like a nation hooked on everything that has to do with inspiration, words and more of them,,,,,
I’ve been hooked on so many things, hooked by so many things. Some good, mostly bad.
Hook shot, hooker, hooked hand.
I know I was always your potsie and never your fonzie.I was your fall back plan and therefore your nightmare.i used to hate you for it.now,it just makes me sad.
hooked. welll first thing, i really have to pee
second hooked. on drugs? hooked on love
ew thats cliche
hooked.
hmmmmm
I DONT KNWO WHAT TO WRITE
ahh its turning reddddddddddd
il read other peoples things and hate mine =[
thats what always happensss
hooked on phonics. like alcoholics hooked on booze. not hooked on you. because you wasted my time. what is happening. no one is hooked anymore. but you can let go. and become unhooked.