Richard doesn’t walk, he strolls. He saunters. He lazes down the street, all hipster glory, why am I not on my bike? on my unicycle? scarf flutter gently in the breeze.
A baby was really hollering. NOt just kind of, REALLY. The gambit came but then he left again. Thousands of forrests were around the stroller. It only had two wheels but that was OK, it still kept the thing warm.
She gently pushed her stroller down the street,
carrying beer bottles and metal shrapnel,
marking her way and her war through the world.
It was her burden to bear.
using this vessel of new life to clean up her act.
Watching her push the empty stroller down the cracked sidewalk, I ducked into a nearby alley. It didn’t help. She saw me, and proceeded to screech at me, asking nonsense questions like why won’t her baby eat, and begging for a coin to feed her nonexistent family.
Babies ride in these, they are really lucky. When I go on long walks I wish I had one because they look so comfortable and relaxing. I would be able to enjoy my surroundings a lot more. Babies need to realize how good they have it haha.
Life has changed so much since the last time she saw him. She remembers the steamy nights in his red mustang after the football game. Their passion lit the world on fire. He kept her awake at night and got her out of bed early in the morning. Amazing how one drink at one party can turn your world upside down. She sighed and pushed her stroller along.
The store aisles were narrow, and the woman with the stroller glared at me as I edged my way around her, her sticky-looking toddlers, and an enormous diaper bag that seemed to hold more than I would have taken with me on a week-long vacation.
The stroller was heavier than she would have expected, but then again, she didn’t know what to expect when it came to babies. They were so foreign to her, so irritating, so frightening, that she never knew what to do with them. Usually she stayed far away, but she had been roped into helping, and she had to constantly suppress the anger within her- it seemed that the people who would make the best parents were the ones who could never have little ones of their own.
This is the reason I’m such a baby. Born with silver spoon in hand, I never left the stroller. I’ll never leave my comfort. I’ll always expect for a grown-up to push me along. But how ridiculous a 20 year old man looks in a pram!
Stroller stroll along and don’t look back. They’re watching. You can feel them can’t you? They see you and wonder, they think about who you are and why you walk forward. Mostly, why you don’t look back.
He pushed the stroller along with one hand, the other hand sweetly holding his husband’s hand as they strolled down the slightly slippery sidewalk on Saturn Street.
I was walking home from a friends house one day and this strange man was strolling along the sidewalk and he like… talked to me and asked me if I had a girlfriend. I was scared to say the least!
Creepers.
strollers. oh how i hate these things. always bumping into you and getting in the way. just another way that kids are ruining our lives. i would rather just make the little shits walk.
strollers are for baby and parents to go around the park or store or anywhere else that the baby who can’t walk or walk very fast, need to go. Strollers
Strollers are weird. Who wants to keep their child chained up all the time. Strollers are awesome. Who wants to have to deal with their kids. I personally, am in favor of the latter.
strollers. why are they here? what moron decided that they were a good idea. i say either carry the kid or make that little shit walk. strollers do nothing but please lazy parents and kids.
Oh shit. All I think about is babies and how I don’t want one.
Thus, I don’t want a stroller.
Now. Or for quite some time.
I’m at that age where everyone I know is pregnant or already has a kid.
I like strollers. They carry children, purses, dogs, and that annoying midget who keeps following you around. Just don’t take a joyride in one, because people will look at you strange. #trufax
stroller makes me think of a baby and of disneyland, and i would much rather think of disney then a baby. Disney makes me think of all the good times with my friends and all the great memories. which make ME happy and in the end, well thats all that matters :)
I can still remember pushing my baby stroller everywhere I went. Couldn’t wait for the day that I would grow up and have a real baby and put her in the stroller to go on long walks to show her off. Strangely, I never had children but I still think strollers are fun.
I am a stroller. I like to stroll around my neighborhood, going nowhere in particular. Watching the grass and the birds sing, sing sing. It’s peaceful, and beautiful.
Something that has some ballin’ wheels, with babies and stuff! Think about it! There was a movie with a woman that didn’t like strollers, something about sex and other stuff… I’m not exactly sure but they come in handy!
It’s not like you have to push my stroller any longer. I’m grown up and I don’t need you anymore. Just let me be. Let me go. Let me fly. I’m dying to. Can’t you see you’re holding me me down with your childish expectations of me?
little children in the strollers,
too many little children.
No one cares, because guess who’s pushing them?
Fifteen, sixteen, no one listens- they just say
They are too young,
They aren’t ready.
Stroller moving down the street, he saw the filth that infested the world. Stroller cared not. Stroller only cared about his destination. The end of this street may as well have been the end of the world itself. For all he knew, it was. Once he arrived there, he would know the face of God.
I have a child and we used to have a helluva time finding the right stroller for her. It seems that we always got one with a shopping cart wheel that didn’t work with the other wheels.
Strollers are fucking out of control these days! They are as big as skyscrapers and have room enough to fit your babies, your cousin’s babies, and your cousin’s baby’s babies. They are large and in charge. “Get the hell out of the way,” they scream like banshees, “There’s a baby on board!”
I watched a mother ride her child in a stroller today. It was nice and sunny in the park. When I saw them, I had made a note to myself at how beautiful they were. But when I looked for them again, all I found was the stroller.
He walking on the sidewalk. They called him the “Stoller”. He never paid much attention to them, but he always knew they were there, and they always knew where he was.
Relaxicating in my stroller, just pondering the way things was back in those days of delight. Did you see all those things we did? Fortuitous in more ways than I can count on my toes, yet understood by few. Caleb was an ass not to partake. If I could go back to those days I would wallop him on his keister and send him right back to Birmingham.
I tripped over a stroller on the way to work today. Not the best start to a Monday morning, I admit. My foot caught in the front wheel and my face was caught by the ground. The child in the stroller had the gall to laugh. I didn’t.
I’m not the only one to get stroller, which makes me think that this website might not be the best, or maybe my standards are too high for free media and entertainment?
Richard doesn’t walk, he strolls. He saunters. He lazes down the street, all hipster glory, why am I not on my bike? on my unicycle? scarf flutter gently in the breeze.
A baby was really hollering. NOt just kind of, REALLY. The gambit came but then he left again. Thousands of forrests were around the stroller. It only had two wheels but that was OK, it still kept the thing warm.
She gently pushed her stroller down the street,
carrying beer bottles and metal shrapnel,
marking her way and her war through the world.
It was her burden to bear.
using this vessel of new life to clean up her act.
Watching her push the empty stroller down the cracked sidewalk, I ducked into a nearby alley. It didn’t help. She saw me, and proceeded to screech at me, asking nonsense questions like why won’t her baby eat, and begging for a coin to feed her nonexistent family.
Babies ride in these, they are really lucky. When I go on long walks I wish I had one because they look so comfortable and relaxing. I would be able to enjoy my surroundings a lot more. Babies need to realize how good they have it haha.
Life has changed so much since the last time she saw him. She remembers the steamy nights in his red mustang after the football game. Their passion lit the world on fire. He kept her awake at night and got her out of bed early in the morning. Amazing how one drink at one party can turn your world upside down. She sighed and pushed her stroller along.
The store aisles were narrow, and the woman with the stroller glared at me as I edged my way around her, her sticky-looking toddlers, and an enormous diaper bag that seemed to hold more than I would have taken with me on a week-long vacation.
I once was a little baby boy. Clueless of what was around me. Sitting in my stroller. Feeling the breeze as i was pushed around the park
one and two little legs dangling prettily as we travel through the park in the stroller.
The stroller was heavier than she would have expected, but then again, she didn’t know what to expect when it came to babies. They were so foreign to her, so irritating, so frightening, that she never knew what to do with them. Usually she stayed far away, but she had been roped into helping, and she had to constantly suppress the anger within her- it seemed that the people who would make the best parents were the ones who could never have little ones of their own.
This is the reason I’m such a baby. Born with silver spoon in hand, I never left the stroller. I’ll never leave my comfort. I’ll always expect for a grown-up to push me along. But how ridiculous a 20 year old man looks in a pram!
Stroller stroll along and don’t look back. They’re watching. You can feel them can’t you? They see you and wonder, they think about who you are and why you walk forward. Mostly, why you don’t look back.
He pushed the stroller along with one hand, the other hand sweetly holding his husband’s hand as they strolled down the slightly slippery sidewalk on Saturn Street.
I was walking home from a friends house one day and this strange man was strolling along the sidewalk and he like… talked to me and asked me if I had a girlfriend. I was scared to say the least!
Creepers.
strollers. oh how i hate these things. always bumping into you and getting in the way. just another way that kids are ruining our lives. i would rather just make the little shits walk.
strollers are for baby and parents to go around the park or store or anywhere else that the baby who can’t walk or walk very fast, need to go. Strollers
Strollers are weird. Who wants to keep their child chained up all the time. Strollers are awesome. Who wants to have to deal with their kids. I personally, am in favor of the latter.
strollers. why are they here? what moron decided that they were a good idea. i say either carry the kid or make that little shit walk. strollers do nothing but please lazy parents and kids.
Oh shit. All I think about is babies and how I don’t want one.
Thus, I don’t want a stroller.
Now. Or for quite some time.
I’m at that age where everyone I know is pregnant or already has a kid.
I like strollers. They carry children, purses, dogs, and that annoying midget who keeps following you around. Just don’t take a joyride in one, because people will look at you strange. #trufax
stroller makes me think of a baby and of disneyland, and i would much rather think of disney then a baby. Disney makes me think of all the good times with my friends and all the great memories. which make ME happy and in the end, well thats all that matters :)
I can still remember pushing my baby stroller everywhere I went. Couldn’t wait for the day that I would grow up and have a real baby and put her in the stroller to go on long walks to show her off. Strangely, I never had children but I still think strollers are fun.
I am a stroller. I like to stroll around my neighborhood, going nowhere in particular. Watching the grass and the birds sing, sing sing. It’s peaceful, and beautiful.
Something that has some ballin’ wheels, with babies and stuff! Think about it! There was a movie with a woman that didn’t like strollers, something about sex and other stuff… I’m not exactly sure but they come in handy!
It’s not like you have to push my stroller any longer. I’m grown up and I don’t need you anymore. Just let me be. Let me go. Let me fly. I’m dying to. Can’t you see you’re holding me me down with your childish expectations of me?
The couple wheeled the baby’s stroller down the street, reveling in the warm summer wind.
little children in the strollers,
too many little children.
No one cares, because guess who’s pushing them?
Fifteen, sixteen, no one listens- they just say
They are too young,
They aren’t ready.
The stroller walks through the park every night. He never stops, he never talks, he never slows down.
He just strolls.
He wonders why people have to be everywhere so quickly in life.
Stroller moving down the street, he saw the filth that infested the world. Stroller cared not. Stroller only cared about his destination. The end of this street may as well have been the end of the world itself. For all he knew, it was. Once he arrived there, he would know the face of God.
I have a child and we used to have a helluva time finding the right stroller for her. It seems that we always got one with a shopping cart wheel that didn’t work with the other wheels.
Strollers are fucking out of control these days! They are as big as skyscrapers and have room enough to fit your babies, your cousin’s babies, and your cousin’s baby’s babies. They are large and in charge. “Get the hell out of the way,” they scream like banshees, “There’s a baby on board!”
I watched a mother ride her child in a stroller today. It was nice and sunny in the park. When I saw them, I had made a note to myself at how beautiful they were. But when I looked for them again, all I found was the stroller.
He walking on the sidewalk. They called him the “Stoller”. He never paid much attention to them, but he always knew they were there, and they always knew where he was.
Relaxicating in my stroller, just pondering the way things was back in those days of delight. Did you see all those things we did? Fortuitous in more ways than I can count on my toes, yet understood by few. Caleb was an ass not to partake. If I could go back to those days I would wallop him on his keister and send him right back to Birmingham.
Hard foot toll taker gaining speed and revenue
Collect and roll gathering clinking moss
Time til time, til time holds no more
Mortal stroller is born
off he went big stroller step on him. nothing new really he just carried on carrying on. if anyone came looking he had nothing to hide, nothiing
I tripped over a stroller on the way to work today. Not the best start to a Monday morning, I admit. My foot caught in the front wheel and my face was caught by the ground. The child in the stroller had the gall to laugh. I didn’t.
he walks with his hands by his sides because they weigh about as much as his leaded heart.
oh joy, you have a baby now! have a wonderful time with this responsibility. i hope you had fun with your sex, too.
I’m not the only one to get stroller, which makes me think that this website might not be the best, or maybe my standards are too high for free media and entertainment?