There is nothing worse than when you go to the post office and all they have left is an ugly stamp set left. I am sending the letter of a lifetime, with serious, maybe even dire consequences, and I have a stamp with dolphins in the corner. They will never know I mean business.
i hae buying stamps. they get more expensive every month. the have gay cchrsistmas ones too. i like the liberty bell ones though, they stay the same. you can use them even when the price goes up.
lick. attach them to envelopes and you can communicate with family, friends, etc. Its keeping in touch in a commercial society. 44 cents or whatever it is these days is the price for staying in touch. a bit flawed, no
People leave stamps on you. I know people have left stamps on me. But I don’t know where they are, or what they look like. Or how they affect me in day-to-day affairs. I hope the stamps that I leave on other people are good ones. My boyfriend tells me constantly how much I’ve changed him, and when I think about it, that’s all that really matters. Just that one person.
stamps they r so boring stamps rymes with my favorit comic store tramps canada .yay one centince spellt it wrong who cares now sentince 2 wohoo dot .lolool,olloloololololololol the end or is it
or is it stamps r antiekes and stuff that reminds me of a episode of amarican dad
i need stamps to send notes,letters,etc…XD all of the sudden ETc XDD that is so freaking funny…..HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW PLANTS!!!!!PLANTS ARE SO FREAKING FUNNY HAW HEE HOO HAA HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW XD….i gone a little overboard……rofl….lol…….IM THE DOCTORRRRRR!!!!!!!im the doctor….I LIKE PLANTS!!!!!!in this town we call home,everybody hail to the pumpkin song…wait a minute…wtf look at the sky…..HA MADE U LOOK!!!!!!HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW STAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!ZOMFG MUTHER F…….ill never say tht wanna know why?i sensor myself!!!!!!yay me!!!!
Crap Stamps On My Fore Head Again!… Jees every time i go to bed i wake up in the morning & find stamps on me like damn it im going to get that person back for what they did! hahahahahahaha i got a plan…………….
stamps when i think of stamps i think of a little piece of paper with a sticky side on one side and a pretty picture or something like that one the other side i goes on an envelope in the corner .
we live in area the size of a stamp which has become congested and made us mad with people as unable to have personal space we are too over cworded these days with stamp sized gardens not enough room to spread our wings to explore ourselves more fully
Green, crazy, sassy coloured stamps, we all love to collect when we were young at some stage of our lives, it was the thing to do. I can remember my stamp collection was my pride and joy, but do not ask me where they are today, I cannot find them anywhere.
He stamps his foot and yells, “I don’t need this today! Do you realize how difficult this is? And now…”
I stand in the kitchen dripping wet, just having gotten out of the shower after hearing the explosion of the coffee pot. I am thinking that the coffee pot is now MY problem, so I don’t understand why he is so upset. I tap my foot gently, breathe deeply, open my mouth, and calmly say, “Don’t worry dear. I’ll take care of it. You go right ahead and get to work.”
“But Ann. It’s a mess, and now I’ll have to stop for breakfast–just adding to my day!”
Again I am thinking, yes it adds to my day too. I smile. I take his travel mug and sift the coffee and grounds apart and fill it. I wink at him and lightly, ever so lightly, kiss his cheek.
He, finally smiles, takes the mug, turns and leaves.
Now I stand in the kitchen, still wet, knowing I will be late for work.
All colours, they covered the whole box like confetti. Brilliant, gaudy and fabulous. I could not believe how beautiful they looked and the excitement they brought me.
He stamps his foot and yells, “I don’t need this today! Do you realize how difficult this is? And now…”
I stand in the kitchen dripping wet, just having gotten out of the shower after hearing the explosion of the coffee pot. I am thinking that the coffee pot is now MY problem, so I don’t understand why he is so upset. I tap my foot gently, breathe deeply, open my mouth, and calmly say, “Don’t worry dear. I’ll take care of it. You go right ahead and get to work.”
“But Ann. It’s a mess, and now I’ll have to stop for breakfast–just adding to my day!”
Again I am thinking, yes it adds to my day too. I smile. I take his travel mug and sift the coffee and grounds apart and fill it. I wink at him and lightly, ever so lightly, kiss his cheek.
He, finally smiles, takes the mug, turns and leaves.
Now I stand in the kitchen, still wet, knowing I will be late for work.
My grandmother buys stamps. She has books and books of stamps. there is a 95 % chance that that will be your Christmas present, and she always saves the cardboard backs of the packages to do who knows what with. My grandmother is great-she is also a pack rat.
Die Spur im Porzellanladen war eindeutig. Harry, der Zirkuselefant, war mal wieder auf freiem Fuß. Wie konnte dieser Halunke auch immer wieder aus seiner Gummimattenzelle entwischen? Wieso besänftigte ihn die Cola nicht insoweit, dass er es vorziehen würde, zu Hause zu bleiben, in einer der zahlreichen Gummimatten?
Broken headphones and pre-licked stamps litter the desks of my brain, swirling like a flushing toilet when people talk to me. Every time I hear another voice and everything flutters up like a snow globe and I have to rummage around trying to find the answers lost inside my head.
stamps are small and rectangular with fuzzy little edges. They are usually pretty and pictures. They are used as curency and make mail possible. I like stamps!
The stamps stay in the corner. On the little white paper. Where will they go? TO the amazon? SPain? They can go anywhere. But when you see them, you know it’s just for you. I love getting mail. :) Mail makes me happy and the stamps are always so interesting. You know? I wish I had a stamp collection for coolest stamps.
Deep, claggy, squelching… like the embrace a toads mouth gives to a stray moth, never to see the light of the moon again- such was the mud on that autumn day, requiring enough stamps of his heavy boots to put a squadron of cadets to shame.
My brother collected stamps when he was a little boy, and so my grandfather left him an old stamp album in his will. I don’t think anyone can have understood its value as, when we came to clear my grandfather’s stuff, the album was missing. The money doesn’t matter, but he loved them.
Stamps are made for mailing letters. I don’t send any out. The postal service is dying which is kind of upsetting. It makes me sad to think about my parents mailman out of a job. He’s such a nice guy. I wish I knew his name.
Where’d it all go wrong, is a q that’s been asked of me countless times. When did I go right is a more insightful one. From a bespectacled self-confessed nerd who loved stamp-collecting to a teenager who learned to love stamping on peoples’ faces and heads, my story follows.
Stamps. Big stamps, small stamps, expensive stamps, cheap stamps. So many different types of stamps. Sometimes they’re perfect for what you need. Sometimes they get lost in the drawer. Sometimes, and this is what I hate the most, they don’t fit on the envelope the way you need them to, making your letter masterpiece suddenly horrific.
I licked the back of the tacky stamp. It tasted bitter, like chemicals. Somehow I didn’t mind the taste though. It reminded me of so many other letters I had sent to loved ones on special occasions throughout the years.
Stampfen muss man sie, mit aller Kraft. So lange, bis auch das letzte Quentchen Saft aus ihnen herausgequetscht ist, so lange bis es zappenduster ist dort drinnen, nur noch Saft, dunkler, roter, samtiger Saft, der jetzt gären wird, um neue Kraft zu geben, zum Stampfen.
I wrote a letter to my grandmother the other day, and when I went to mail it, I realized I had no stamps. I decided to go to the corner store and buy some, but when I got there, I discovered I had forgotten to bring my purse.
I have stamps on my hand right now. I was at my friends house and discovered a stamp marker. I thought to myself “i haven’t seen one of these in years!” so I kind of went over board and covered my hand in blue butterfly childhood memories.
Letters, Family, Long Distance, Gross tasting like envelopes, sticky stamps! 8)
There is nothing worse than when you go to the post office and all they have left is an ugly stamp set left. I am sending the letter of a lifetime, with serious, maybe even dire consequences, and I have a stamp with dolphins in the corner. They will never know I mean business.
i hae buying stamps. they get more expensive every month. the have gay cchrsistmas ones too. i like the liberty bell ones though, they stay the same. you can use them even when the price goes up.
lick. attach them to envelopes and you can communicate with family, friends, etc. Its keeping in touch in a commercial society. 44 cents or whatever it is these days is the price for staying in touch. a bit flawed, no
stamps are the thing that get letters where theyre going, the thing that keeps distant people close to others
People leave stamps on you. I know people have left stamps on me. But I don’t know where they are, or what they look like. Or how they affect me in day-to-day affairs. I hope the stamps that I leave on other people are good ones. My boyfriend tells me constantly how much I’ve changed him, and when I think about it, that’s all that really matters. Just that one person.
Are truly one of the least interesting things a person could collect…Really1
Look at my collection. My commemorative Conway Twitty stamps are my faves. They’re sooooo cool.
a sticker that goes on mail
stamps they r so boring stamps rymes with my favorit comic store tramps canada .yay one centince spellt it wrong who cares now sentince 2 wohoo dot .lolool,olloloololololololol the end or is it
or is it stamps r antiekes and stuff that reminds me of a episode of amarican dad
i need stamps to send notes,letters,etc…XD all of the sudden ETc XDD that is so freaking funny…..HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW PLANTS!!!!!PLANTS ARE SO FREAKING FUNNY HAW HEE HOO HAA HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW XD….i gone a little overboard……rofl….lol…….IM THE DOCTORRRRRR!!!!!!!im the doctor….I LIKE PLANTS!!!!!!in this town we call home,everybody hail to the pumpkin song…wait a minute…wtf look at the sky…..HA MADE U LOOK!!!!!!HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW STAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!ZOMFG MUTHER F…….ill never say tht wanna know why?i sensor myself!!!!!!yay me!!!!
Crap Stamps On My Fore Head Again!… Jees every time i go to bed i wake up in the morning & find stamps on me like damn it im going to get that person back for what they did! hahahahahahaha i got a plan…………….
stamps when i think of stamps i think of a little piece of paper with a sticky side on one side and a pretty picture or something like that one the other side i goes on an envelope in the corner .
we live in area the size of a stamp which has become congested and made us mad with people as unable to have personal space we are too over cworded these days with stamp sized gardens not enough room to spread our wings to explore ourselves more fully
Stamps are like from the mail there are sticky stickers and you paste the stamps on your envelope card then you can send your card to the post office.
stamps are a thing that have a design on them and they are very pretty on cards and stuff.
used to be used in the past but not anymore
Put a stamp of what you like the most on your body, do you feel a difference?
Small as they are, they are crucial for sending things from place to place. As annoying as they are to keep up with, where would we be without them?
Green, crazy, sassy coloured stamps, we all love to collect when we were young at some stage of our lives, it was the thing to do. I can remember my stamp collection was my pride and joy, but do not ask me where they are today, I cannot find them anywhere.
Order stamps out entropy, it’s the nature of humans, well most of us that aren’t harbingers of chaos, to restore order where we tread. Why is that?
He stamps his foot and yells, “I don’t need this today! Do you realize how difficult this is? And now…”
I stand in the kitchen dripping wet, just having gotten out of the shower after hearing the explosion of the coffee pot. I am thinking that the coffee pot is now MY problem, so I don’t understand why he is so upset. I tap my foot gently, breathe deeply, open my mouth, and calmly say, “Don’t worry dear. I’ll take care of it. You go right ahead and get to work.”
“But Ann. It’s a mess, and now I’ll have to stop for breakfast–just adding to my day!”
Again I am thinking, yes it adds to my day too. I smile. I take his travel mug and sift the coffee and grounds apart and fill it. I wink at him and lightly, ever so lightly, kiss his cheek.
He, finally smiles, takes the mug, turns and leaves.
Now I stand in the kitchen, still wet, knowing I will be late for work.
All colours, they covered the whole box like confetti. Brilliant, gaudy and fabulous. I could not believe how beautiful they looked and the excitement they brought me.
He stamps his foot and yells, “I don’t need this today! Do you realize how difficult this is? And now…”
I stand in the kitchen dripping wet, just having gotten out of the shower after hearing the explosion of the coffee pot. I am thinking that the coffee pot is now MY problem, so I don’t understand why he is so upset. I tap my foot gently, breathe deeply, open my mouth, and calmly say, “Don’t worry dear. I’ll take care of it. You go right ahead and get to work.”
“But Ann. It’s a mess, and now I’ll have to stop for breakfast–just adding to my day!”
Again I am thinking, yes it adds to my day too. I smile. I take his travel mug and sift the coffee and grounds apart and fill it. I wink at him and lightly, ever so lightly, kiss his cheek.
He, finally smiles, takes the mug, turns and leaves.
Now I stand in the kitchen, still wet, knowing I will be late for work.
My grandmother buys stamps. She has books and books of stamps. there is a 95 % chance that that will be your Christmas present, and she always saves the cardboard backs of the packages to do who knows what with. My grandmother is great-she is also a pack rat.
Die Spur im Porzellanladen war eindeutig. Harry, der Zirkuselefant, war mal wieder auf freiem Fuß. Wie konnte dieser Halunke auch immer wieder aus seiner Gummimattenzelle entwischen? Wieso besänftigte ihn die Cola nicht insoweit, dass er es vorziehen würde, zu Hause zu bleiben, in einer der zahlreichen Gummimatten?
Broken headphones and pre-licked stamps litter the desks of my brain, swirling like a flushing toilet when people talk to me. Every time I hear another voice and everything flutters up like a snow globe and I have to rummage around trying to find the answers lost inside my head.
stamps are small and rectangular with fuzzy little edges. They are usually pretty and pictures. They are used as curency and make mail possible. I like stamps!
stamps are small fuzzy little edges, which go on envelopes. Make mail possible and are pictures. As well as currency. usually pretty.
The stamps stay in the corner. On the little white paper. Where will they go? TO the amazon? SPain? They can go anywhere. But when you see them, you know it’s just for you. I love getting mail. :) Mail makes me happy and the stamps are always so interesting. You know? I wish I had a stamp collection for coolest stamps.
Deep, claggy, squelching… like the embrace a toads mouth gives to a stray moth, never to see the light of the moon again- such was the mud on that autumn day, requiring enough stamps of his heavy boots to put a squadron of cadets to shame.
i have stamps to mail off letters. i have letters to write on paper. i have paper to fill with words. i have words to confess to you my heart.
My brother collected stamps when he was a little boy, and so my grandfather left him an old stamp album in his will. I don’t think anyone can have understood its value as, when we came to clear my grandfather’s stuff, the album was missing. The money doesn’t matter, but he loved them.
Stamps are made for mailing letters. I don’t send any out. The postal service is dying which is kind of upsetting. It makes me sad to think about my parents mailman out of a job. He’s such a nice guy. I wish I knew his name.
Where’d it all go wrong, is a q that’s been asked of me countless times. When did I go right is a more insightful one. From a bespectacled self-confessed nerd who loved stamp-collecting to a teenager who learned to love stamping on peoples’ faces and heads, my story follows.
Stamps. Big stamps, small stamps, expensive stamps, cheap stamps. So many different types of stamps. Sometimes they’re perfect for what you need. Sometimes they get lost in the drawer. Sometimes, and this is what I hate the most, they don’t fit on the envelope the way you need them to, making your letter masterpiece suddenly horrific.
I licked the back of the tacky stamp. It tasted bitter, like chemicals. Somehow I didn’t mind the taste though. It reminded me of so many other letters I had sent to loved ones on special occasions throughout the years.
Stampfen muss man sie, mit aller Kraft. So lange, bis auch das letzte Quentchen Saft aus ihnen herausgequetscht ist, so lange bis es zappenduster ist dort drinnen, nur noch Saft, dunkler, roter, samtiger Saft, der jetzt gären wird, um neue Kraft zu geben, zum Stampfen.
I wrote a letter to my grandmother the other day, and when I went to mail it, I realized I had no stamps. I decided to go to the corner store and buy some, but when I got there, I discovered I had forgotten to bring my purse.
I have stamps on my hand right now. I was at my friends house and discovered a stamp marker. I thought to myself “i haven’t seen one of these in years!” so I kind of went over board and covered my hand in blue butterfly childhood memories.