I love to watch hockey games where theres shootouts cause they’re super awesome and stuff and SUPER interesting to watch yaaaaaaaaaaa oh still have time left okay well ya k uh they’re cool and it’s pretty intense and stuff yaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Honestly, nothing comes to mind. Just the image of a guy wearing mirrored sunglasses with a flamboyant pink feather boa screaming into a microphone over a large crowd “Shoutout to all my friends”. I’m really not sure why that comes into my head.
Oh man, so many variations on the shootout. Generally speaking there are shootouts in movies and television all the time firstly because they involve a lot of guns and action, and secondly because in a shootout, everything is up in the air. Anybody on either side could die and anybody could gain an advantage. The only battles really worth fighting are the ones where everything is at stake.
Shoutouts are a lot like the old west.They used to be a classic, usual event. But now they are used for unwarranted events at public places to innocent people. Things change and people change.
shootout…reminds me of basketball. Sometimes in life, we have to have a goal to shoot for, can be anything as long as it’s out of our league , our comfort zone. shootout. come out of your shell.
There wasn’t anything we could do but sit and watch as the shootout progressed. The natives were unsure of the guns that they were using, but because of their inept ability to shoot the bow, they were very good shots. The army was well trained in these weapons and they were sure they would win.
There are always these crazy dreams that then somehow link back into my reality down the road. I dreamed of a shootout that involved myself and other young women, but I woke up and everything was okay. Several weeks later, my sister was present at a suicide.
and then there was silence…was it needed if you ask me..No ..was it my fault and the answer is still no..can i sleep at night..
…………….
……………….
NO !!!!!
THE puck is coming towards you and you get nervous. Palms sweeaty a, the whole team depends on YOU saving the puck. Will you save it? Or will you let your team down?
There were two men who were angry at each other in the Wild West and they both simply pulled their guns and began to shoot. It was the best shootout in the West, because they were water guns.
I don’t even know what that meens. Is it shouting out of anger? Is it a gun fight? Is it a standoff with paintballs? Who knows? I’d have to google it, but 60 seconds aren’t enough. I’m Barb by the way. I shoot milk out of my nose when I laugh.
a game cowboys used to play and ended up with either one of them, or both, getting injured or worse case scenario, killed. The game is usually brought up when challenged by a decision or bet or just to show who of either of them is superior. This is also a test of how fast their reflex’s are and how good their gut instinct is.
Take your enemy and stand opposite, don’t lose your nerve as your fingers shake at the trigger. Hold your thoughts close and don’t look behind at the fear that can soon overtake your mind. It’s just you with the remaining thing that holds you from what is to be, and you have to get rid of it. The last enemy to conquer is death, and it’s a bloody fight of it. Raise that gun and point at that face. Shoot out your heart and shoot our courage in silver bullet made from steel. Stare at the face of your enemy and realise it’s no different from yours. You stare longer, and the gun you’ve shot points directly at you.
This whole world is a mess, just one big shootout against oneself, the hard part is dying obsolete.
When people kill each other or maybe when people shoot pictures outside rather than inside. Shoot out you can picture the bullet wounds with the 3 ‘o’s. the word helps us visualise the thing happening.
I have no idea what this word means. Could it be that when two sides are engaged in ferocious battle? Or when a footballer places his foot on the line, ready to strike the ball into the back of the net. Im not sure, who know? every word has so many different meanings, who can tell what is true and what is not?
when i went to the shops there was a man there
he was a nice man
he was selling goods there that he had bought from others and was selling on at higher prices
they were shoes
Walking into the bar was the cliched scene, and yet, here it was about to happen.
“No way!”
“Yes way – shhh, stay under the table – I bet the shootout is about to happen!”
goal
goooooaaaaaaalllll
oh no the keeper saved it
OOHF! it hit the bar.
the score is one all.
who will win?
no one knows.
the man kicks it… another goal!
goal!
goal!!
goooooaaall!
i can only hear so many loud high pitched screams in my ears. the shots that had gone off had shocked everyone around me. we could escape. there was no way out all we could do was sit there like scared children. the men where the guns were yelling at the man behind the counter. he started crying because of his dead friend next to him.
a shootout consists of two cowboys. both armed. standing across from each other roughly 20 feet away. they draw their guns and the argument turns into a nasty shootout. bang bang bang bitch.
“Shoot out! SHOOTOUT!” I said. “Are you crazy, why would I do that.”
“Listen here partner” he tried to put a television version of a cowboy drawl to his voice. “We will have this here shootout whether you want or not. So when I say draw, you better draw!” I looked into his earnest five year old face and tried not to giggle.
The shootout involving the four young men ended in disaster for them all, the police wasted no time in bringing the situation under control, by killing everyone of them, and freeing those in the house.
No es un tiroteo, él lo sabe. Puede ser cualquier otra cosa, posiblemente algo demasiado mundano como para que represente una amenaza. Sus hombres peleando a su lado, algunos cayendo en combate otros disparando como si se les fuera la vida en ello. De verdad se les esta lleno la vida en ello. Dos golpes en la puerta. Se queda en silencio, incluso intenta no respirar, pero puede oír a su corazón acelerándose. Una emboscada.
– ¡El correo! Tiene un paquete, señor Muñoz.
Un gran estruendo. La construcción cercana. Un auto pasando. Los tanques acercándose. Niños gritando. Gemidos de agonía y súplica. Nuevos golpes en la puerta. Su pistola esta en la parte superior del armario, escondida. Aun así su índice se curva alrededor del gatillo imaginario y con un respiro profundo abre la puerta.
I was walking across the street listening to my ipod and all the sudden I heard “bang bang”. I looked across the street and there was a shootout between a couple of cops and some thugs. The cops shot the thugs and they died. The cops went to jail because the thugs actually didn’t have guns.
shoot out, the competitive nature of humans forced through the vial action to sort life between death. This is what the world has become, one big shoot out.
This is a shootout. You fire one shot at my heart and i fire one straight back. We are allies, torn apart by feelings. We are soldiers suffering from PTSD, and this shootout will determine all. So take your best shot.
Paintball. Robert fucking loved paintball. It was how he became best friends with Willow and Dean. They formed an unstoppable trio. Robert dived. “Dean! 4 o’ clock!”
Dean didn’t turn quickly enough. Paul got to the assailant in time. Looks like they would soon be a quartet.
the shootout was a bloody one.
the shootout was one no one would remember past the next two minutes.
he stood behind the rickety board holding his bleeding stomach and shaking gun.
wishing it was all over and he could take a rest in the ground finally.
The lone stranger waited on his prey to enter through the doors. No one was as surprised as the mortician to find the corpse he did on his slab. It was the dog who paid the ultimate price.
People shootout to each other. I’m not sure what else to say. Oops I think I just confused this word with ‘shoutout’ hahahahahah
The nervous man kicked the ball hesitantly with all his might.
I love to watch hockey games where theres shootouts cause they’re super awesome and stuff and SUPER interesting to watch yaaaaaaaaaaa oh still have time left okay well ya k uh they’re cool and it’s pretty intense and stuff yaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
COWBOYS AND CONFLICT WHERE WORDS ARE NO LONGER ENOUGH
Honestly, nothing comes to mind. Just the image of a guy wearing mirrored sunglasses with a flamboyant pink feather boa screaming into a microphone over a large crowd “Shoutout to all my friends”. I’m really not sure why that comes into my head.
Oh man, so many variations on the shootout. Generally speaking there are shootouts in movies and television all the time firstly because they involve a lot of guns and action, and secondly because in a shootout, everything is up in the air. Anybody on either side could die and anybody could gain an advantage. The only battles really worth fighting are the ones where everything is at stake.
Shoutouts are a lot like the old west.They used to be a classic, usual event. But now they are used for unwarranted events at public places to innocent people. Things change and people change.
shootout…reminds me of basketball. Sometimes in life, we have to have a goal to shoot for, can be anything as long as it’s out of our league , our comfort zone. shootout. come out of your shell.
There wasn’t anything we could do but sit and watch as the shootout progressed. The natives were unsure of the guns that they were using, but because of their inept ability to shoot the bow, they were very good shots. The army was well trained in these weapons and they were sure they would win.
There are always these crazy dreams that then somehow link back into my reality down the road. I dreamed of a shootout that involved myself and other young women, but I woke up and everything was okay. Several weeks later, my sister was present at a suicide.
and then there was silence…was it needed if you ask me..No ..was it my fault and the answer is still no..can i sleep at night..
…………….
……………….
NO !!!!!
Oh damn..its a shoot out ..run
TBang bang! Bang! Bangdybangbang!!!!!!! Bang! “ouch!” Clutches heart and dies.
the look in their eyes the sweat on their brows the sound of their screams the blood on the floor
THE puck is coming towards you and you get nervous. Palms sweeaty a, the whole team depends on YOU saving the puck. Will you save it? Or will you let your team down?
There were two men who were angry at each other in the Wild West and they both simply pulled their guns and began to shoot. It was the best shootout in the West, because they were water guns.
I don’t even know what that meens. Is it shouting out of anger? Is it a gun fight? Is it a standoff with paintballs? Who knows? I’d have to google it, but 60 seconds aren’t enough. I’m Barb by the way. I shoot milk out of my nose when I laugh.
a game cowboys used to play and ended up with either one of them, or both, getting injured or worse case scenario, killed. The game is usually brought up when challenged by a decision or bet or just to show who of either of them is superior. This is also a test of how fast their reflex’s are and how good their gut instinct is.
Take your enemy and stand opposite, don’t lose your nerve as your fingers shake at the trigger. Hold your thoughts close and don’t look behind at the fear that can soon overtake your mind. It’s just you with the remaining thing that holds you from what is to be, and you have to get rid of it. The last enemy to conquer is death, and it’s a bloody fight of it. Raise that gun and point at that face. Shoot out your heart and shoot our courage in silver bullet made from steel. Stare at the face of your enemy and realise it’s no different from yours. You stare longer, and the gun you’ve shot points directly at you.
This whole world is a mess, just one big shootout against oneself, the hard part is dying obsolete.
When people kill each other or maybe when people shoot pictures outside rather than inside. Shoot out you can picture the bullet wounds with the 3 ‘o’s. the word helps us visualise the thing happening.
I have no idea what this word means. Could it be that when two sides are engaged in ferocious battle? Or when a footballer places his foot on the line, ready to strike the ball into the back of the net. Im not sure, who know? every word has so many different meanings, who can tell what is true and what is not?
when i went to the shops there was a man there
he was a nice man
he was selling goods there that he had bought from others and was selling on at higher prices
they were shoes
i called him a shoe tout.
Walking into the bar was the cliched scene, and yet, here it was about to happen.
“No way!”
“Yes way – shhh, stay under the table – I bet the shootout is about to happen!”
I have never witnessed a shootout before. Sometimes I wish I can…just to see how brave I am.
goal
goooooaaaaaaalllll
oh no the keeper saved it
OOHF! it hit the bar.
the score is one all.
who will win?
no one knows.
the man kicks it… another goal!
goal!
goal!!
goooooaaall!
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He stood in the doorway, gun in hand. I could feel my heart pounding a thousand beats a minute. This was it. This was how I was going to die!
Every sense heightened.
i can only hear so many loud high pitched screams in my ears. the shots that had gone off had shocked everyone around me. we could escape. there was no way out all we could do was sit there like scared children. the men where the guns were yelling at the man behind the counter. he started crying because of his dead friend next to him.
a shootout consists of two cowboys. both armed. standing across from each other roughly 20 feet away. they draw their guns and the argument turns into a nasty shootout. bang bang bang bitch.
“Shoot out! SHOOTOUT!” I said. “Are you crazy, why would I do that.”
“Listen here partner” he tried to put a television version of a cowboy drawl to his voice. “We will have this here shootout whether you want or not. So when I say draw, you better draw!” I looked into his earnest five year old face and tried not to giggle.
The shootout involving the four young men ended in disaster for them all, the police wasted no time in bringing the situation under control, by killing everyone of them, and freeing those in the house.
No es un tiroteo, él lo sabe. Puede ser cualquier otra cosa, posiblemente algo demasiado mundano como para que represente una amenaza. Sus hombres peleando a su lado, algunos cayendo en combate otros disparando como si se les fuera la vida en ello. De verdad se les esta lleno la vida en ello. Dos golpes en la puerta. Se queda en silencio, incluso intenta no respirar, pero puede oír a su corazón acelerándose. Una emboscada.
– ¡El correo! Tiene un paquete, señor Muñoz.
Un gran estruendo. La construcción cercana. Un auto pasando. Los tanques acercándose. Niños gritando. Gemidos de agonía y súplica. Nuevos golpes en la puerta. Su pistola esta en la parte superior del armario, escondida. Aun así su índice se curva alrededor del gatillo imaginario y con un respiro profundo abre la puerta.
I was walking across the street listening to my ipod and all the sudden I heard “bang bang”. I looked across the street and there was a shootout between a couple of cops and some thugs. The cops shot the thugs and they died. The cops went to jail because the thugs actually didn’t have guns.
shoot out, the competitive nature of humans forced through the vial action to sort life between death. This is what the world has become, one big shoot out.
This is a shootout. You fire one shot at my heart and i fire one straight back. We are allies, torn apart by feelings. We are soldiers suffering from PTSD, and this shootout will determine all. So take your best shot.
Paintball. Robert fucking loved paintball. It was how he became best friends with Willow and Dean. They formed an unstoppable trio. Robert dived. “Dean! 4 o’ clock!”
Dean didn’t turn quickly enough. Paul got to the assailant in time. Looks like they would soon be a quartet.
the shootout was a bloody one.
the shootout was one no one would remember past the next two minutes.
he stood behind the rickety board holding his bleeding stomach and shaking gun.
wishing it was all over and he could take a rest in the ground finally.
The end of the game. the final stand. The last throw, the final whistle. As the the packet empties the weak go hungry shootj
The lone stranger waited on his prey to enter through the doors. No one was as surprised as the mortician to find the corpse he did on his slab. It was the dog who paid the ultimate price.
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