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July 17th, 2011 | 462 Entries

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462 Entries for “sticks”

  1. They say sticks and stones can break your bones but words will never hurt you… Apparently someone has NEVER had a dictionary thrown at them.

    by Lizz on 07.17.2011
  2. Die Sticks sind überall. Sie stecken in Zahnstocherbehältern. In USB-Eingängen an Computern und Laptops. In Stieleis. Sie stecken unter Tischen, damit sie nicht wackeln und in Schlüssellöchern, in der Hoffnung, dass die Schlösser aufgehen, obwohl man den Schlüssel verloren hat. Und dann ist da noch der Opa von neben an, der steckt sie sich zwischen die Zahnlücken und tut, als wäre es eine Zigarre.

    by EliEli on 07.17.2011
  3. Sticks are the beginnings of wands. Wands are the beginning of wizards. Wizards are people, and people can change the world.

  4. the sticks stacked like kindle for a blaze and each word spoken wasn’t meant
    but your lust sparked flames and our love turned to ashes, what of my soul
    once bound to you, now its mere waste for the dirt.

    by joshuamanzo81@gmail.com on 07.17.2011
  5. I can’t be won over again. This time, my Resignation of You will not be undone. In fact, Resignation of You and I are like best friends. Resignation has my back. I trust it. It tells me when to give it up, when I’ve had enough. And Resignation has been “screwed to the sticking place.” We are tight. And affixed. And for good, I am through with you.

  6. sticks and stones may break my bones…
    this saying is bs. Whoevermade is is an idiot~~~ >_____>

    by heyhey on 07.17.2011
  7. “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me.”
    Those are the words that the girl lived by, her light smirk always taunting others who got too close. She was far too much for anyone in her town, in her city to handle, and therefore, people talked behind hands in hushed voices about her. They knew her habits, they knew how she was and how she acted. They all knew this…

    And yet they could not help but be drawn in my her simple song.

    by Morgan Ashleigh on 07.17.2011
  8. five six, pick up sticks. pick up flowers. pick her up at the airport. pick up your heart as it crumbles to the floor. sticks and stones.

    by mccracal on 07.17.2011
  9. “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.” This is one of the most untrue statements ever uttered, and compared to some topics, I’ll take the sticks and stones.

  10. are everywhere. pick them up. said jack. we have to go now. “but i dont wanna go” too damn bad sally. this towns not good enough for me anymore. “but whats out there for us jack?” who knows baby. who knows.

    by japonese on 07.17.2011
  11. First it’s a crutch, an aide up the hill. Now it’s a sword, it can thrust and parry; making your way to victory. Now it’s a structure, a support for your tent, where you hide and plot and plan and invent. When you’ve made it back home, your mom tells you no, and sadly you leave your friend stick in the snow.

  12. Sticks and stones are what is known to break peoples bones, but I think that they really won’t hurt too much. It would take like a rock and a tree branch to do any serious bone-breaking damage. Fo reals.

    by Alisqn on 07.17.2011
  13. I think of trees, i think of parks. I think of a nice date in central park, maybe a picnic. I think of being a kid again. when sticks were more than just dead tree branches.

    by Rob on 07.17.2011
  14. they are something we use with chinese. I love my sticks, california roll or any sushi.

    Sticks on my tennishoe when, hate gum.

    Stick with me.

    by Magui on 07.17.2011
  15. some people say a faggot is really a bundle of sticks, which makes me think of being a kid again. when kids would get yelled at for saying faggot, they would use that as their reason. i wish things were still that simple. that we didn’t know gay people are persecuted and beaten and hated. just for being them.

    by natalie on 07.17.2011
  16. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. False. Words are more powerful than any broken bones. So I revolutionize it: “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never change me.” Be strong, not naive.

  17. bony
    brown
    from trees
    i don’t know
    hard
    ?
    any size
    wood
    I really don’t know.

    by pablo on 07.17.2011
  18. Sticks and noodles.

  19. I love cheese sticks they just taste grate. Sometimes when I go to a restaurant I like to order them as an entree but others I just eat them as a main dish. The only thing thatI dont like about them is that they have a lot of fat.

    by Gerardo on 07.17.2011
  20. i dont know anything about sticks. They arent very funny as well-

    by Vita on 07.17.2011
  21. Sticks are usually found on the ground alongside trees. Sticks can be utilized in a number of ways, for example, swords for a cool sword fight, a wand for making magic happen or something to throw at an evil monster coming at you in your yard!

    by Julye on 07.17.2011
  22. YOOO. my name is sticks. i am made out of sticks. i am cool. i am hot. GEDDIT? HOT AND COLD? HHHAHHHAHAHAHHAAA. i’m so funny i laugh at my own jokes :’) ughh. sorry for my gayness. i think i should be gay somewhere else ._.
    hehehe. LUV U XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

    by troll on 07.17.2011
  23. Sticks and stones may always hurt me but words
    Never will. Who told such a statement and do
    You take it back?
    You thought the words you spoke.. you thought you
    Could keep them secret forever.

    by on 07.17.2011
  24. Stick and stones may break my bones but words only break my heart. It’s sad how much easier it is to break a heart, whether anyone believes it or not. The heart is not strong. It’s resilient. It breaks and heals, over, and over, and over. Until the day it stops ticking.

  25. “Aww, gross! It sticks!”
    “No, no, nonononono! Stop touching it! Aaagh, you’re making it worse!”
    “Hehehe… Hey guys, it tastes kinda good.”
    “Dude, what are you doing!? Haven’t you noticed the stuff, you know, STICKS TO EVERYTHING!?”
    “Wha? Muhh, muh-oh… mmuys, muys mmah mmanth mmopenm mmah mouff…”
    “Wait, wait! Hold still, let me help you pry it open. Rrrngh! Alright, there you g-oh shi-”
    “I can’t believe you would even think of putting your hands on his face…”
    “Come on man, help us out! Maybe if you can find a rock or a chisel or something you can chip me off.”
    “AHH! NOO! No isehhl! Onh oose ah isehhl!”
    “I am not getting near you. At least now you two won’t keep getting lost. Come on, we aren’t getting anywhere rolling around in this gak.”
    “Oh, that’s where you guys went. Hey what are you doing with your hands on his face? And what’s all this gooey stuff?”
    “NO! NOOOO! DON’T TOUCH IT!”

  26. “Sticks and stones” she sing-songed, dancing away from the edge of his staff.

    He followed, annoyed by her cavalier attitude, and lost his footing, and fell as over tea-kettle at her feet.

    She grinned down at him.

    by Amai on 07.17.2011
  27. i like to play fetch with my dog. he chases sticks. he is so cute. sticks can be used to make a fire. they can also be used to hit someone.

    by laura on 07.17.2011
  28. and stones, such an old familiar rhyme…..but I’m pretty sure words can hurt, if said in the right/wrong way or at the right/wrong time…it’s all a matter of perspective that much is for sure. Out in the sticks…out in the country, away from city and civilisation….

    by georgie on 07.17.2011
  29. the trees fell like sticks as the wind came across the area so strong that they snapped

    sticks and stones may break my bones,
    but those names will ALWAYS hurt me

  30. Sticks and stones can break my bones, but names will never hurt me.. That’s what my parents always told me but it’s not true, name calling can really hurt, especially if you are already insecure.

    by Shearface on 07.17.2011
  31. I heard the snap of sticks behind me. I whipped around in fear. God. It’s John. He smiled.
    “I didn’t scare you, did I?”
    “John, there’s someone in the wood-” Bang.
    He fell to the floor, blood pouring from his head. The last thing I remember is the rush of the world as I fell to the floor, and a blurred silhouette hovering over my unconscious body.

  32. I walked around the barren campsite, looking for twigs and sticks to start a fire for our meal, our dinner, the only thing we would eat that day. I loved camping but this was more than I could handle, my dad’s idea of camping was literal, the way camping “use to be”, he said.

  33. hows the old saying go again?
    “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”

    complete and utter lie! i think the only thing that really hurts are words. not sticks.
    bones can heal (most of he time) words always leave a scar. even if it just a little one, you know it’s there. and that’s really all that counts. because if you know it’s there it bothers you therefore words hurt. words will always hurt.

  34. Alone you thought! crackling sound of sticks underfeet in the tulgy forest, omininous–you cant see what’s coming– is it man or some less dangerous animal. You’ve lost your way.. heart pounds like a drum.. better climb up a densely leafed treeas nfast as possible, keep quiet and hope for the beast!

    by the wiz that he waz on 07.17.2011
  35. Why should i stick with sticks? a silly one to think about…all my loving days seem to fly away towards you, my dear sticks…are you there? Come and flash back with me!

  36. sticks and stones. sticks and drums. brushes. sticks, six. bundle of sticks, campfire or sexual orientation derogatory slang. sticks and drums. i prefer drums with no sticks. sticks fuck up my technique.

    by Tyler on 07.17.2011
  37. Sticks and stones might break your bones… chopsticks, hockey sticks, stick in the mud, stuck in the middle, river styx, onyx beads, beady eyed beetles, Beatles music in the background, beats in your head.

    by Rachel on 07.17.2011
  38. Twilight had fallen, casting the lightest shimmer of light over the verdant land. Elizabeth found herself traveling to this place once more, a place that she had not been able to return to. Sticks, folded over one another to create a mysterious geometric figure, crunched beneath the heels of her shoes as she walked, her veins bleeding with purpose and determination. When she saw it, her chest tightened slightly. At last, she had come to this place.

  39. Sticks all in a line, brown and skinny. THey roll down the hill in that row. Nobody looks, nobody listens. The sticks are there but nobody knows. The world for them is that view from that hill as they roll down to the bottom. What will they see when they hit the ground?

  40. Folks yousta say we lived in the sticks. Sure there was a long drop out back, and we had to put up the red flag if we wanted the postman to stop and take the letters we had to post. But there weren’t many sticks – it was hard to get a tree to grow that far away from the Platte.

    by Valerahahaha on 07.17.2011