I don’t imagine it as ‘Coach Matt leaving us’ or ‘Coach Matt being scooped up by angels’. I like to think that God just needed a head coach for his swim team, and he chose Coach Matt.
Scoop. Scoop. scoop.
Life with a kitten is filled with Scoops. I scoop the kiten food into the bowl, i scoop the kitty litter into the pan, I scoop the ppo out,.. its all about scoops. i scoop my small fuzzy creature into my arms and hold it.
I put the ice cream in the glass of root beer and watch it foam over. Instead of wiping up the mess, I just lick the sweet soda off the side of the glass. My husband catches me.
Both ice cream and a baby lying on a ground have the same visceral reaction out of me: I want to scoop them both. Ice cream because it will satisfy my physical craving and a baby because I will feel connected. When they combine together, the picture in my mind is the perfect scoop. The ice-cream covered baby or the infantile ice-cream. Either way, it’s a scoop.
Delivering first-hand news to people grants you power as a messenger. Being a journalists or town-crier has the ability to share information with the world. Handing out the scoop to people in communities gives you a title of importance. You are giving them a story, critical information or facts that could inhibit how they live their life that day or forever. Journalism, the power of words.
Ice cream scoops! Piled three high on a cone, strawberry and vanilla and mint-chocolate chip. Journalists jockey each other, trying to be first to get “the scoop”. Scoop water into your hands and watch it trickle through your fingers.
“So here’s the scoop. Listen good,” he said. His big brimmed hat was pushed back on his head so he could glare at the assembled company from under his bushy brows. “We got a job, see? It’s a big one and if any a yous screws it up then you’re kaput. Got it? Kaput!”
Here’s the scoop: dead horses smell bad. The birds circled and circled, coming closer to my mount as his body swelled under the blazing desert sun. It was so hot, I could barely breathe. But every breath was filled with the stench of decaying horse.
What does a person thin of when he sees the word scoop? I usually think of ice cream. And lots of ice cream. When I’m at the store and I have a choice to pick of two scoops or one, I definitely pick the one with two. Two scoops are so much better than one.
“What’s the scoop?” she asked, looking at her friend. He didn’t say anything, just stared down at his notebook. Sure he had something to tell her, he just didn’t want to hurt her like that.
Scoop up what? Ice-cream? Dog shit? How did I manage to think of these within the same thought concept? One is a food, the other makes me hold my breath as I walk past in case I get some strange doo poo germ in my mouth!
I should really scoop my cat’s litter from the box. Well, at least before she continues to track it through my bathroom. Because there isn’t much glamour to be gained from stepping out of the shower and stepping in scattered granules of cat litter.
I reached down and scooped up the kitten before Alysse could grab her. Was she just doing this for the shock effect? I could only imagine that it was to say that she had and would beat up a kitten, but I was over it.
With your hand, scoop up the sand. Let it fall through your fingers, let it slip away. Yes, that sand is gone, but you can always scoop up more. It will always be within reach, no matter watch. So scoop up that handful of sand. Appreciate it while it lasts, although it will soon be gone, slipping through the cracks in your fingers.
Scoop, Scooter, ein alter Käfer, umgebaut zu einem Jahrmarktsfahrzeug. Verliebte und Kinder und alte Leute setzen sich rein, lassen sich herumwirbeln, einmal noch, noch einmal, blumengeschmückt und später dann aus der Traum.
I have always wanted to try a scoop of pistachio ice cream but I never knew if I would like it or not. I normally just get a scoop of mint chocolate chip or chocolate chip cookie dough.
For a second there I thought you were asking me to do something else, which would be entirely inappropriate. Forgive me, how many pinches of ice cream would you like?
scoops of ice cream, scoop – gossip. i prefer a scoop of ice cream. round and cold mmmm, ice cream scoops. pooper scooper. hehee i like how the word scoop looks. the letters c, o and p are very asthetically pleasing to me.
Scoops! That’s a fun game to play on my phone. I got a new phone. I like it. :) I’m watching Anchorman right now. It’s funny. I love Steve Carrell. I like…lamp.
I could really go for a scoop of ice cream now, ion this hot hot heat, to cheer me up from this frustrating life.I could really go for a scoop right now. I could really go for that.
The breeze blew, rustling their hair and the tall grass surrounding them. He smiled and kissed her hair. The sun’s rays were no match for the warmth within his smiles. He scooped her up, twirling them around until they collasped with laughter. “So, this is what Heaven is like?” She thought aloud. He chuckled, “Yes, love. I’m glad you’ve join me here.”
I don’t imagine it as ‘Coach Matt leaving us’ or ‘Coach Matt being scooped up by angels’. I like to think that God just needed a head coach for his swim team, and he chose Coach Matt.
Scoop. Scoop. scoop.
Life with a kitten is filled with Scoops. I scoop the kiten food into the bowl, i scoop the kitty litter into the pan, I scoop the ppo out,.. its all about scoops. i scoop my small fuzzy creature into my arms and hold it.
the latest, the greatest, dish the details on the freewaywatercooler gossip trend.
I put the ice cream in the glass of root beer and watch it foam over. Instead of wiping up the mess, I just lick the sweet soda off the side of the glass. My husband catches me.
kitty litter pooper scooper , !!
Both ice cream and a baby lying on a ground have the same visceral reaction out of me: I want to scoop them both. Ice cream because it will satisfy my physical craving and a baby because I will feel connected. When they combine together, the picture in my mind is the perfect scoop. The ice-cream covered baby or the infantile ice-cream. Either way, it’s a scoop.
Delivering first-hand news to people grants you power as a messenger. Being a journalists or town-crier has the ability to share information with the world. Handing out the scoop to people in communities gives you a title of importance. You are giving them a story, critical information or facts that could inhibit how they live their life that day or forever. Journalism, the power of words.
The journalist grabbed her old red notebook from her desk. A scoop! This could be the key to her big break.
scoop up ice cream from the vat. scoop up poop from your dog off the grass to not offend the neighbors. super scooper.
Ice cream scoops! Piled three high on a cone, strawberry and vanilla and mint-chocolate chip. Journalists jockey each other, trying to be first to get “the scoop”. Scoop water into your hands and watch it trickle through your fingers.
“So here’s the scoop. Listen good,” he said. His big brimmed hat was pushed back on his head so he could glare at the assembled company from under his bushy brows. “We got a job, see? It’s a big one and if any a yous screws it up then you’re kaput. Got it? Kaput!”
I want a scoop of ice cream, especially after having just been at the beach. It is hot as hell out there!a
I hear the gossip and whisper in your ear, “I did not know about frank and charlie. I did not no why they split.”
“How are Dana and Joel, are they still married or did time part them?”
I want a scoop of ice cream, especially after having just been at the beach. It is hot as hell out there!
Here’s the scoop: dead horses smell bad. The birds circled and circled, coming closer to my mount as his body swelled under the blazing desert sun. It was so hot, I could barely breathe. But every breath was filled with the stench of decaying horse.
What does a person thin of when he sees the word scoop? I usually think of ice cream. And lots of ice cream. When I’m at the store and I have a choice to pick of two scoops or one, I definitely pick the one with two. Two scoops are so much better than one.
“What’s the scoop?” she asked, looking at her friend. He didn’t say anything, just stared down at his notebook. Sure he had something to tell her, he just didn’t want to hurt her like that.
Scoop up what? Ice-cream? Dog shit? How did I manage to think of these within the same thought concept? One is a food, the other makes me hold my breath as I walk past in case I get some strange doo poo germ in my mouth!
I should really scoop my cat’s litter from the box. Well, at least before she continues to track it through my bathroom. Because there isn’t much glamour to be gained from stepping out of the shower and stepping in scattered granules of cat litter.
I reached down and scooped up the kitten before Alysse could grab her. Was she just doing this for the shock effect? I could only imagine that it was to say that she had and would beat up a kitten, but I was over it.
With your hand, scoop up the sand. Let it fall through your fingers, let it slip away. Yes, that sand is gone, but you can always scoop up more. It will always be within reach, no matter watch. So scoop up that handful of sand. Appreciate it while it lasts, although it will soon be gone, slipping through the cracks in your fingers.
Scoop, Scooter, ein alter Käfer, umgebaut zu einem Jahrmarktsfahrzeug. Verliebte und Kinder und alte Leute setzen sich rein, lassen sich herumwirbeln, einmal noch, noch einmal, blumengeschmückt und später dann aus der Traum.
A scoop of vanilla ice cream, a scoop of cold gummi bear candy on top. Pour some chocolate syrup on the mixture, and eat up.
“And that,” I finished, “Is the best medicine for a hot summer day.”
I have always wanted to try a scoop of pistachio ice cream but I never knew if I would like it or not. I normally just get a scoop of mint chocolate chip or chocolate chip cookie dough.
I looked at my brother and couldn’t help but laugh. Tiger ice cream was always his favourite. I wiped away the drips from his chin.
she was new to it. a rookie. and constantly being messed with. but that was all about to change with the scoop she was about to write…
Just one delicious scoop. Chocolate i think, no give me strawberry… oh what the heck I’ll take both. Yum!
…ah, scoop. Yes I can do that for you.
For a second there I thought you were asking me to do something else, which would be entirely inappropriate. Forgive me, how many pinches of ice cream would you like?
Just one scoop of the most beloved ice cream in the world will make any rainy day a sunny one. and that would be a scoop of cotton candy.
scoops of ice cream, scoop – gossip. i prefer a scoop of ice cream. round and cold mmmm, ice cream scoops. pooper scooper. hehee i like how the word scoop looks. the letters c, o and p are very asthetically pleasing to me.
Scoop is a verb. A spoon can be used to scoop ice cream, soup, potatoes, or nearly any food at all. Scoop rhymes with soup. Scoop the soup.
One hot summer day.
Sticky sweat on my back, soaking my shirt. Dripping off my hair.
A sun beating down.
Laughter in the air.
…one scoop of strawberry ice cream. In a caramel colored waffle cone.
Melting already, I take a lick.
One hot summer day.
Eating a scoop of ice cream each with my friends.
Shared memories.
We scooped up the memory into our minds.
scoop
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Ice scream. I scream. Ice cream.
by the scoop.
her plan, each node in it, is a scoop of time, that I have played into. Her design is simple. I am her ice cream.
Sticky saucey sordid mess. Penseive disease, courageous mammal. Beastly cravings develop standards
Scoops! That’s a fun game to play on my phone. I got a new phone. I like it. :) I’m watching Anchorman right now. It’s funny. I love Steve Carrell. I like…lamp.
I could really go for a scoop of ice cream now, ion this hot hot heat, to cheer me up from this frustrating life.I could really go for a scoop right now. I could really go for that.
The breeze blew, rustling their hair and the tall grass surrounding them. He smiled and kissed her hair. The sun’s rays were no match for the warmth within his smiles. He scooped her up, twirling them around until they collasped with laughter. “So, this is what Heaven is like?” She thought aloud. He chuckled, “Yes, love. I’m glad you’ve join me here.”