I jumped from the roof of my house broke my leg, went to the hospital and the had me take off my sock, it turned out I had on red toe nail polish, I was embarrassed being a 34 year old man, buy w
The man stood on the roof, at first unsteadily, as if the asphalt shingles were on the deck of a ship plowing through troubles seas. He finally found his balance, arms out to the sides.
roofies are not a good thing.
especially when given on a roof…
roofies on a roof…
usually results in bad things…
like people falling…
and thats never good.
i kind of wanna be a roofer.
that would be nice.
to work in the sun all day and enjoy it
((as long as there are no roofies…))
My parents said once that when I was a baby, my dad was fixing something on the roof. He was cutting trees too and his chainsaw slipped out of his hands and scared me on my head.
I have a roof over my house. When it rains, it leaks. I hate putting the pan in the back bedroom. It fills us so quickly and I have to watch it all the time. If i forget, it overflows-then I have to try and soak up all the water. It makes for a big chore. I also hate doing chores. I would rather do things on my own, than be told to do them. I would do more if I wasn’t told I HAD to do it.
the cat on the hot tin roof, spelled backwards it spells nothing important, but it doesnt matter because its a roof. Close to a reef, but yet so far. A sturdy cover of shelter.
I Was sat in the rooftop thinking,what the fuck the roof top? so i cannot have time and cannot feel. actually i was like a clown, no respect and i keep feeling everything but nothing.
One day I was bot dancing on the roof and a ninja came across the top to kick me in the head. I was hurting bad so I built a fence around the top of my roof to ninja-proof it. However, I didnt realize that I needed to grappling hook-proof it as well. I ended up building a brick roof on top of my old roof with no edges.
i stumbled up onto the roof, gazed around. i was dizzy i felt my heart pounding in my hands. sweat, cold sweat covers my face, it’s time to get some water.
It’s on fire. We don’t need any water though. We’ve decided that it would be best if we just let the mother fucker burn. Burn Motherfucker. Burn. If you sit on your roof at night and look at the stars you can see God staring back at you. Assuming you believe in that sort of thing of course.
The rooftop in Brooklyn held all of my secrets. I would climb 9 flights just to get there. I arrived out of breath, typewriter in hand. I often forgot paper, so I would sit and type and I would imagine all of those tiny letters floating into the night and dancing around the buildings of Manhattan or swimming in the Hudson river.
rooves are very cool as the provide shelter for anyone underneath it. they keep things dry. but also it is like a cieling as in the roof of your tounge. on an industrail level it provides shade also. its amazing really, and gutters to attatch to the roof also is great. they are designed to let rain flow off.
the roof is caving in because of all the rain there has been lately It is just starting to drip onto the fllor but the weather amn said it should bringten up soon, hopefully soon enough that we don’t have to get a new roof.
The roof was wet with dew and slippery. She gingerly padded her way along the very top, hoping that if she fell either way she would have time to catch at something along the way before toppling over the edge into the darkness below that beckoned with grim determination
We put her deer head on the roof, and then waited for her to notice. She laughed a bit, though it was obvious that she felt violated in some way. I saw it in her eyes.
I roof of the building had worn down over the years and would need to be replaced in a timely manner. The winter wore hard on the roof and it no longer kept out the rain.
It’s a bother when the roof of your mouth gets sticky with peanut butter. You have to go scraping it with your tongue and end up making a lot of funny faces. It’s a very sensitive part of your mouth and your tongue has to do some pretty wild contortions to scrape peanut butter off it.
roofs keep us in. but they also keep us safe. They limit us from reaching the sky. But they also save us from falling down from it. roofs roofs roofs. lalalalala I see them everywhere. When I see them from a plane it makes me feel like the whole world is just a large dollhouse.
roof the top the end of the line the edge a place to jump from only a ladder reaches it and then any one can a place of layers and unfortunate events teenagers sneak out and rebel against helpless parents but they don’t know.
ceiling. but not really ceiling since the roof is outside, and the ceiling is inside. glass ceilings are stupid. my grandparents got a new roof. roof is a funny word when you say it over and over again. like woof, but I guess dogs would technically say roof too.
the roof above me keeps me safe. The rain cannot pass it, the sun cannot penetrate it, the trees love to shed their leaves on it, and most of all, I like to throw tennis balls over my roof like it is a big net.
my roof is black. it’s scratched and falls every other year but i miss it, oh how i miss it, compared to this new shiny roof above my head that i hate with every fiber of my being. this roof that i despise, wish to go away, miss my old roof. god god god please let me go back, erase my memories, leave this place where i am nowhere.
aaaaaaaawwwww, i miss you baby! i wish that you love me as much as i love you! i do love you by the way and every time i think about you moving to the city it makes me almost cry (sometimes i do cry!) i llllllllllllloooooooooovvvvvvvvvveeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
The weather turned bad and the roof caved in on us. There are four of us trapped in here. The only consolation is that as long as we can’t get out, they can’t get in. Hopefully.
roofing. last year i went to the roof of my high school. there was a lawn mower up there. im unsure as to why everyone thought the roof was cool. forbidden. high. not romantic at all. a place to tan. why it was covered with pebbles i dont know. boofing, shmoofing. thanks for listening.
rough, tough, maybe even sturdy. who knows what life will bring us but make sure you have a foundation so that when the stroms come your rooftop wont cave in.
My feet ran as fast as possible and if I had pushed them any harder, I would have ended up like my friend James, down five stories, brains covering the sidewalk. Breathing became harder with each successive leap from building to building and I could hear bullets whizzing by my ear.
on the roof i fell and i walked to get back on but i stepped on a nail, since i was barefoot, it hurt very bad. but i didnt care, i had been hurt enough that day. thats why i was sneaking into your house from the roof to murder you, seems like fate has irnoy
I jumped from the roof of my house broke my leg, went to the hospital and the had me take off my sock, it turned out I had on red toe nail polish, I was embarrassed being a 34 year old man, buy w
The man stood on the roof, at first unsteadily, as if the asphalt shingles were on the deck of a ship plowing through troubles seas. He finally found his balance, arms out to the sides.
roofies are not a good thing.
especially when given on a roof…
roofies on a roof…
usually results in bad things…
like people falling…
and thats never good.
i kind of wanna be a roofer.
that would be nice.
to work in the sun all day and enjoy it
((as long as there are no roofies…))
My parents said once that when I was a baby, my dad was fixing something on the roof. He was cutting trees too and his chainsaw slipped out of his hands and scared me on my head.
I have a roof over my house. When it rains, it leaks. I hate putting the pan in the back bedroom. It fills us so quickly and I have to watch it all the time. If i forget, it overflows-then I have to try and soak up all the water. It makes for a big chore. I also hate doing chores. I would rather do things on my own, than be told to do them. I would do more if I wasn’t told I HAD to do it.
the cat on the hot tin roof, spelled backwards it spells nothing important, but it doesnt matter because its a roof. Close to a reef, but yet so far. A sturdy cover of shelter.
I Was sat in the rooftop thinking,what the fuck the roof top? so i cannot have time and cannot feel. actually i was like a clown, no respect and i keep feeling everything but nothing.
One day I was bot dancing on the roof and a ninja came across the top to kick me in the head. I was hurting bad so I built a fence around the top of my roof to ninja-proof it. However, I didnt realize that I needed to grappling hook-proof it as well. I ended up building a brick roof on top of my old roof with no edges.
go to the roof now
i stumbled up onto the roof, gazed around. i was dizzy i felt my heart pounding in my hands. sweat, cold sweat covers my face, it’s time to get some water.
It’s on fire. We don’t need any water though. We’ve decided that it would be best if we just let the mother fucker burn. Burn Motherfucker. Burn. If you sit on your roof at night and look at the stars you can see God staring back at you. Assuming you believe in that sort of thing of course.
The rooftop in Brooklyn held all of my secrets. I would climb 9 flights just to get there. I arrived out of breath, typewriter in hand. I often forgot paper, so I would sit and type and I would imagine all of those tiny letters floating into the night and dancing around the buildings of Manhattan or swimming in the Hudson river.
rooves are very cool as the provide shelter for anyone underneath it. they keep things dry. but also it is like a cieling as in the roof of your tounge. on an industrail level it provides shade also. its amazing really, and gutters to attatch to the roof also is great. they are designed to let rain flow off.
the roof is caving in because of all the rain there has been lately It is just starting to drip onto the fllor but the weather amn said it should bringten up soon, hopefully soon enough that we don’t have to get a new roof.
The roof was wet with dew and slippery. She gingerly padded her way along the very top, hoping that if she fell either way she would have time to catch at something along the way before toppling over the edge into the darkness below that beckoned with grim determination
We put her deer head on the roof, and then waited for her to notice. She laughed a bit, though it was obvious that she felt violated in some way. I saw it in her eyes.
…on the roof or the Robie House by Fred Loyd Wright. I saw about 10 different levels of roofs…
Protection from rain. heat. cold. snow. What lies direct underneath it, I don’t really know. I’m afraid of my damn attic.
I roof of the building had worn down over the years and would need to be replaced in a timely manner. The winter wore hard on the roof and it no longer kept out the rain.
It’s a bother when the roof of your mouth gets sticky with peanut butter. You have to go scraping it with your tongue and end up making a lot of funny faces. It’s a very sensitive part of your mouth and your tongue has to do some pretty wild contortions to scrape peanut butter off it.
roofs keep us in. but they also keep us safe. They limit us from reaching the sky. But they also save us from falling down from it. roofs roofs roofs. lalalalala I see them everywhere. When I see them from a plane it makes me feel like the whole world is just a large dollhouse.
roof the top the end of the line the edge a place to jump from only a ladder reaches it and then any one can a place of layers and unfortunate events teenagers sneak out and rebel against helpless parents but they don’t know.
ceiling. but not really ceiling since the roof is outside, and the ceiling is inside. glass ceilings are stupid. my grandparents got a new roof. roof is a funny word when you say it over and over again. like woof, but I guess dogs would technically say roof too.
the roof above me keeps me safe. The rain cannot pass it, the sun cannot penetrate it, the trees love to shed their leaves on it, and most of all, I like to throw tennis balls over my roof like it is a big net.
binding houses together in infinity very soon never seeing the distance between them for we are all under one roof.
my roof is black. it’s scratched and falls every other year but i miss it, oh how i miss it, compared to this new shiny roof above my head that i hate with every fiber of my being. this roof that i despise, wish to go away, miss my old roof. god god god please let me go back, erase my memories, leave this place where i am nowhere.
aaaaaaaawwwww, i miss you baby! i wish that you love me as much as i love you! i do love you by the way and every time i think about you moving to the city it makes me almost cry (sometimes i do cry!) i llllllllllllloooooooooovvvvvvvvvveeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
The weather turned bad and the roof caved in on us. There are four of us trapped in here. The only consolation is that as long as we can’t get out, they can’t get in. Hopefully.
roofing. last year i went to the roof of my high school. there was a lawn mower up there. im unsure as to why everyone thought the roof was cool. forbidden. high. not romantic at all. a place to tan. why it was covered with pebbles i dont know. boofing, shmoofing. thanks for listening.
when you feel like your prayers are bouncing off the ceiling. remove the roof.
rough, tough, maybe even sturdy. who knows what life will bring us but make sure you have a foundation so that when the stroms come your rooftop wont cave in.
top of the roof is where we used to sit and watch the fire works when i was younger. when the family was still one.
The roof, I sat on the roof staring out at the vast landscape before me. Mountains covered in snow and tall pine trees. The most beautiful view.
My feet ran as fast as possible and if I had pushed them any harder, I would have ended up like my friend James, down five stories, brains covering the sidewalk. Breathing became harder with each successive leap from building to building and I could hear bullets whizzing by my ear.
“Eddie! Eddie! Get off the roof!”
“I can’t!”
“Hurry! It’s coming!”
“No, it’s already here. That’s . .ugh . .why I can’t get down. I need you to get the rocket.”
and then as i sat on the roof, ready to take flight in my new life, i felt a sudden jerk of the wind and off the roof i tumbled to my death.
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. We don’t need no water let the m____f___r burn. Burn m____f____r burn!
Please sign me up.
Thanks.
on the roof i fell and i walked to get back on but i stepped on a nail, since i was barefoot, it hurt very bad. but i didnt care, i had been hurt enough that day. thats why i was sneaking into your house from the roof to murder you, seems like fate has irnoy
One night I was outside standing on the roof. Me and my bestfriend was looking at the stars. The roof was high and scary.