i don’t even know what I’m meant to write about that. you hit things with it. well tennis balls with it. i used to pretend it was a guitar in pe class and we’d all run around and dance sing silly songs.
When the noob goes to court with a shiny new racket, but the ball flies way off into thick brambly bushes, then that noob, growing cross screams and wails up a racket as the bystanders laugh him to the lowest noob bracket.
The tennis racket hit the ball with such force that the ball travelled all the way to the moon and back. Unaware of his fierce strength the tennis player hit the racket with the same speed time and time again, more craters being created on the moons vulnerable surface with every hit.
I love to play tennis but my brother took his racket back. Of course, that was more than 10 years ago, so I guess I don’t have an excuse anymore. Perhaps I avoid things too much? Maybe I will think about that later. I’m a procrastinator, sometimes. I really liked tennis.
roller derby is my favorite thing to do in the world, if I didn’t have in I would feel incomplete and lost. I feel at home on skates and want to do this forever.
the noise was deafening. He moved up the escalator curious and scared as to what he might find at the top. As he inched higher he glimpsed something large and green making an almighty racket.
My life is the ball that bounces back and forth. A mere game with no end in sight. Sometimes i hope to get knocked out of bounds, only then will i have time to breathe.
Racket, my family upstairs is making a racket and I’m trying to work. Our house is always a racket full of loud bangings and clashings and goings on. I love it. I love them. Actually I’m the one that makes a racket.
When I was younger I had a tennis racket, I know that’s not how you spell it but that’s how I always though of it. It was beautiful sleek and shiny and to this day I regret not play tennis because of that magical racket.
The ballroom was quiet and still, though only minutes ago it was filled with chaos, and much racket. The guests now lie in heaps of gore and fine clothing, faces still where only moments before they were filled with horror, turned to the thing that was attacking them.
RACKET COMMONLY IDENTIFIED WITH ILLEGALM ENTERPRISES BUT OF COURSE ALSO ASSOCIATED WITH LOUD INVARIABBLY OBNOXIOUS NOISE. iN SOUND THOUGHT DIFFERENT IN SPELLING IT CAN VE EMPLOYED IN THE GAME OF TENNIS RACQUET,
I saw a racket one day, and my oh my was it beautiful. Too bad I had no idea that it was a racket that would be my downfall, a racket would make me lose everything, my boyfriend, my best friend, and my family. A damn racket was the sole cause of me losing everything about my life. It wasn’t fair, but i had to deal with it anyway. Life sucks.
I was sitting under a tree in the park, waiting for him to show up, but i was waiting for an hour already, so naturally, I figured he was a cheating scumbag who was too busy sleeping with his mistress to remember little ol’ me.
I took the racket out into the back yard and grabbed the tennis ball and from there, my love for playing started. I never thought that hitting the ball with the racket would be so relaxing.
I saw a racket one day, and my oh my was it beautiful. Too bad I had no idea that it was a racket that would be my downfall, a racket would make me lose everything, my boyfriend, my best friend, and my family. A damn racket was the sole cause of me losing everything about my life. It wasn’t fair, but i had to deal with it anyway. Life sucks.
I’m sitting on a thick wad of senseless garbage, pieces of plastic that mean nothing in the truth, yet they unlock the possibilities of accomplishing great deeds, if I fund their accomplishments.
It’s the kind of sound that I hear coming from my mouth. I have nothing good to say because it’s been said all before. It’s shot down by those who know everything and praised by those who know none. The entire “ignorance is bliss” speech is correct. What I say sounds enlightening. It comes from my heart and nowhere else. Should we not trust what others say to us because it is not we? But are we not everyone? Why shouldn’t we trust anyone else? Why WOULDN’T we trust anyone else? Have faith.
Racket is all we have.
cuz a racket when i smoke crack, laugh it up and craqck a smile, said it twice cuz im nice, make people jump to my lyrics like lice, im fly with the style, and you can me smell me from a mile
Tim came running around the corner as fast as he could, there was something a miss in the kitchen, a loud scream and the clanging of medal, echoed through out the house.
Had his son fallen and gotten buried under the cook wear…. again?
I made a racket, made a mess and couldnt hack it. so i slacked it, gave up and drank thirty beers and threw up, all over stacy and her new dress, what a mess.
I played racket ball and thought about how I need to keep my racket straight and not break my wrist but I had so much fun playing it that I forgot that I am 56 years old and I should no be playing with my son who is 16 years old. lol
Twice this week I have heard men yelling, screaming, almost irrational and in a well -heeling upscale neighborhood. A man yelling at his wife to get out of the car – at the top of his voice, over and over and over. She finally did. And tonight, a man roaring at his dog, i hope it was his dog. Growling and making an odd commotion, so out of keeping with these six quiet backyards that adjoin each other.
With all the racket going on, sometimes it’s hard to slow down and think about the pieces of the puzzle, how they fit together, how each piece can’t stand on its own. When everything is relying on something else to exist as a whole, what are we but a sound in the racket?
A racketeer by way of debauched adolescent. It was the only forseeable at the time. It’s easy to cast blame, sure. But it was a them or me. I’m a simple animal. I chose to meet my immediate needs. It had to be done… Really. Admiteddly, if had a choice, I’d probably do it again.
The noise coming from the next room was defining. I couldnt sleep. How long had it been since i got a good nights rest. I didnt know, what I did know is that it needed to stop, one way or another. The baseball bat in my closet was beginning to look more and more appealing as the night dragged on.
Racket, its awesome I mean what can you not do with a racket! I mean you can hit balls and people amung other things! Now I hearing lemon zest on the tele and I’m thinking to myself I love lemon zest!
After I threw the newspaper onto the counter, I quickly closed the kitchen window. The neighbors outside were making a racket, and it was only causing harm to my health. I held my head with my hand and tried to massage my headache away.
The moon’s out, the breeze is light, fireflies scatter the yard as they make their way to the porch. Textbook romance, straight out of a teen movie.
The door’s in front of them but after the first word, the goodbye breaks and falls, unfinished. Eyes locked, lips unmoving, that’s when it starts. Tennis balls in a tin can, firecrackers on pavement. Blood rushing in his ears and heart pounding in hers.
There was no way of knowing if it would ever end. The sound pinged off the walls as it existed individually, as if each byte existed to annoy him. The party goers, no doubt, heard them as a whole, moving their bodies as if it was the last whole they’d ever hear.
racketis a racket a racket use to play racket ball it looks like it has netting except made out of wire and it has a handle.it’s used to his a raqutt balllwhich you bounce across a court kinda like a tennis court .rket balls kinda hurt especially if you have a really good arm and know how to hold a raquettt correctly.so as you can see this sport reviles around the raquett in order to succeed.
Racket means to cause a racket which is extremely despicable in most situations because people want a nice peace and quiet. that is when its not us who are making the racket with friends and family,
I once had a green racket for tennis. It wasnt that great but it did its job. If i were that racket I wonder waht my thoughts would be. Could I ever see myeself as anything more? I could be in teh pros. I could be for a beginner who knows nothing of the game. How do I make this person better.
i dont use of one of these,, i believe tennis or something of the useage anyways they would be a coo eapon to hit my sister with. dont you agree??? do u use a racket, this is so random, tennis tennis tennis!!!!!!!!!!
Racket… that insidious noise that permeates the skull, making all other pleasurable sensations feel dulled to the point near-nonexistence. Unfortunately, such is the state at Donald’s house; filled with six of his own reckless- yet loveable- children.
There was a racket going on above his dirty apartment. Nothing was ever quiet. He would hear people talk with their screechy voices and their heavy breathing about life’s troubles, about their kids, about why life couldn’t be easier. They’d tell him that he was too quiet, too stubborn-not sociable enough. That’s why he couldn’t stand the racket above his apartment. They said he needed to live a little.
There was a loud noise. She didn’t know what it was but it was something wonderful and terrible. Like she had never in her life heard before. She didn’t know whether or not she should get up to inspect as she did live by herself in a secluded part of the town. She was all alone. What if something were to happen to her? Would anyone hear her screams? What if it was good? Would the ecstasy be embarrassing?
i don’t even know what I’m meant to write about that. you hit things with it. well tennis balls with it. i used to pretend it was a guitar in pe class and we’d all run around and dance sing silly songs.
When the noob goes to court with a shiny new racket, but the ball flies way off into thick brambly bushes, then that noob, growing cross screams and wails up a racket as the bystanders laugh him to the lowest noob bracket.
racket.
I have been wondering if a tennis racket is spelt this way.
Hmm, random. :)
The tennis racket hit the ball with such force that the ball travelled all the way to the moon and back. Unaware of his fierce strength the tennis player hit the racket with the same speed time and time again, more craters being created on the moons vulnerable surface with every hit.
I love to play tennis but my brother took his racket back. Of course, that was more than 10 years ago, so I guess I don’t have an excuse anymore. Perhaps I avoid things too much? Maybe I will think about that later. I’m a procrastinator, sometimes. I really liked tennis.
roller derby is my favorite thing to do in the world, if I didn’t have in I would feel incomplete and lost. I feel at home on skates and want to do this forever.
the noise was deafening. He moved up the escalator curious and scared as to what he might find at the top. As he inched higher he glimpsed something large and green making an almighty racket.
My life is the ball that bounces back and forth. A mere game with no end in sight. Sometimes i hope to get knocked out of bounds, only then will i have time to breathe.
Racket, my family upstairs is making a racket and I’m trying to work. Our house is always a racket full of loud bangings and clashings and goings on. I love it. I love them. Actually I’m the one that makes a racket.
When I was younger I had a tennis racket, I know that’s not how you spell it but that’s how I always though of it. It was beautiful sleek and shiny and to this day I regret not play tennis because of that magical racket.
for once i was a fan of badminton but changed my mind when i realized how i don’t look good swinging one.
The ballroom was quiet and still, though only minutes ago it was filled with chaos, and much racket. The guests now lie in heaps of gore and fine clothing, faces still where only moments before they were filled with horror, turned to the thing that was attacking them.
RACKET COMMONLY IDENTIFIED WITH ILLEGALM ENTERPRISES BUT OF COURSE ALSO ASSOCIATED WITH LOUD INVARIABBLY OBNOXIOUS NOISE. iN SOUND THOUGHT DIFFERENT IN SPELLING IT CAN VE EMPLOYED IN THE GAME OF TENNIS RACQUET,
“Confound that racket!” shouted gramps from the floor below, “What are you kids doing up there?!” …we were fucking. hard.
I saw a racket one day, and my oh my was it beautiful. Too bad I had no idea that it was a racket that would be my downfall, a racket would make me lose everything, my boyfriend, my best friend, and my family. A damn racket was the sole cause of me losing everything about my life. It wasn’t fair, but i had to deal with it anyway. Life sucks.
I was sitting under a tree in the park, waiting for him to show up, but i was waiting for an hour already, so naturally, I figured he was a cheating scumbag who was too busy sleeping with his mistress to remember little ol’ me.
I took the racket out into the back yard and grabbed the tennis ball and from there, my love for playing started. I never thought that hitting the ball with the racket would be so relaxing.
I saw a racket one day, and my oh my was it beautiful. Too bad I had no idea that it was a racket that would be my downfall, a racket would make me lose everything, my boyfriend, my best friend, and my family. A damn racket was the sole cause of me losing everything about my life. It wasn’t fair, but i had to deal with it anyway. Life sucks.
I’m sitting on a thick wad of senseless garbage, pieces of plastic that mean nothing in the truth, yet they unlock the possibilities of accomplishing great deeds, if I fund their accomplishments.
What a racket.
It’s the kind of sound that I hear coming from my mouth. I have nothing good to say because it’s been said all before. It’s shot down by those who know everything and praised by those who know none. The entire “ignorance is bliss” speech is correct. What I say sounds enlightening. It comes from my heart and nowhere else. Should we not trust what others say to us because it is not we? But are we not everyone? Why shouldn’t we trust anyone else? Why WOULDN’T we trust anyone else? Have faith.
Racket is all we have.
cuz a racket when i smoke crack, laugh it up and craqck a smile, said it twice cuz im nice, make people jump to my lyrics like lice, im fly with the style, and you can me smell me from a mile
Tim came running around the corner as fast as he could, there was something a miss in the kitchen, a loud scream and the clanging of medal, echoed through out the house.
Had his son fallen and gotten buried under the cook wear…. again?
I made a racket, made a mess and couldnt hack it. so i slacked it, gave up and drank thirty beers and threw up, all over stacy and her new dress, what a mess.
I played racket ball and thought about how I need to keep my racket straight and not break my wrist but I had so much fun playing it that I forgot that I am 56 years old and I should no be playing with my son who is 16 years old. lol
Twice this week I have heard men yelling, screaming, almost irrational and in a well -heeling upscale neighborhood. A man yelling at his wife to get out of the car – at the top of his voice, over and over and over. She finally did. And tonight, a man roaring at his dog, i hope it was his dog. Growling and making an odd commotion, so out of keeping with these six quiet backyards that adjoin each other.
With all the racket going on, sometimes it’s hard to slow down and think about the pieces of the puzzle, how they fit together, how each piece can’t stand on its own. When everything is relying on something else to exist as a whole, what are we but a sound in the racket?
A racketeer by way of debauched adolescent. It was the only forseeable at the time. It’s easy to cast blame, sure. But it was a them or me. I’m a simple animal. I chose to meet my immediate needs. It had to be done… Really. Admiteddly, if had a choice, I’d probably do it again.
The noise coming from the next room was defining. I couldnt sleep. How long had it been since i got a good nights rest. I didnt know, what I did know is that it needed to stop, one way or another. The baseball bat in my closet was beginning to look more and more appealing as the night dragged on.
Racket, its awesome I mean what can you not do with a racket! I mean you can hit balls and people amung other things! Now I hearing lemon zest on the tele and I’m thinking to myself I love lemon zest!
After I threw the newspaper onto the counter, I quickly closed the kitchen window. The neighbors outside were making a racket, and it was only causing harm to my health. I held my head with my hand and tried to massage my headache away.
Of course, it didn’t work.
The moon’s out, the breeze is light, fireflies scatter the yard as they make their way to the porch. Textbook romance, straight out of a teen movie.
The door’s in front of them but after the first word, the goodbye breaks and falls, unfinished. Eyes locked, lips unmoving, that’s when it starts. Tennis balls in a tin can, firecrackers on pavement. Blood rushing in his ears and heart pounding in hers.
She puts a hand to his chest, then her own.
“My, what a racket.”
There was no way of knowing if it would ever end. The sound pinged off the walls as it existed individually, as if each byte existed to annoy him. The party goers, no doubt, heard them as a whole, moving their bodies as if it was the last whole they’d ever hear.
racketis a racket a racket use to play racket ball it looks like it has netting except made out of wire and it has a handle.it’s used to his a raqutt balllwhich you bounce across a court kinda like a tennis court .rket balls kinda hurt especially if you have a really good arm and know how to hold a raquettt correctly.so as you can see this sport reviles around the raquett in order to succeed.
Racket means to cause a racket which is extremely despicable in most situations because people want a nice peace and quiet. that is when its not us who are making the racket with friends and family,
I once had a green racket for tennis. It wasnt that great but it did its job. If i were that racket I wonder waht my thoughts would be. Could I ever see myeself as anything more? I could be in teh pros. I could be for a beginner who knows nothing of the game. How do I make this person better.
i dont use of one of these,, i believe tennis or something of the useage anyways they would be a coo eapon to hit my sister with. dont you agree??? do u use a racket, this is so random, tennis tennis tennis!!!!!!!!!!
tennis ball net volleyball quit basketball band fun people trust play clarinet
Sports. instrument.
Racket… that insidious noise that permeates the skull, making all other pleasurable sensations feel dulled to the point near-nonexistence. Unfortunately, such is the state at Donald’s house; filled with six of his own reckless- yet loveable- children.
There was a racket going on above his dirty apartment. Nothing was ever quiet. He would hear people talk with their screechy voices and their heavy breathing about life’s troubles, about their kids, about why life couldn’t be easier. They’d tell him that he was too quiet, too stubborn-not sociable enough. That’s why he couldn’t stand the racket above his apartment. They said he needed to live a little.
There was a loud noise. She didn’t know what it was but it was something wonderful and terrible. Like she had never in her life heard before. She didn’t know whether or not she should get up to inspect as she did live by herself in a secluded part of the town. She was all alone. What if something were to happen to her? Would anyone hear her screams? What if it was good? Would the ecstasy be embarrassing?