Tables, chairs, Excel spreadsheets, lakes and water tables. What a wonderful, flexible word! And mostly under-used for eating alone. Charts! Does your table chart your world? Does it determine your level?
people eat food on tables. I enjoy tables on thanksgiving and I also like the tall tables at the cafeteria at school they are fun to sit at and look down on the world yeah. tables rock. idk what im doing. but yeah go tables.
The table against the wall was an ugly beige color and looked more like a cafeteria lunch table than a home kitchen table. The chairs were worn and old looking. They were beige as well. Tom sat at the table and ran his finger across it’s surface. It was clean, that was for sure.
Why do some people dance on tables? That’s where you eat. Not dance. People are silly. Why even dance there? The floor is a much better, and safer, place to dance.
During sunday night dinner, i noticed that the table was filled with enormous ammount of food. Food varieying from chicken, to steak, even to asparagus. This table always brings us together in this family. Thick mahogony, many memories, all burried into one table.
Tables are pretty awesome. What else can you eat at, sit on, play board games on, f**k on, hide under, turn on its side to make a barricade, burn in flames to stay warm, and jump off a building with while holding the legs to float gently down to earth? Umm, not too much!
Waiting tables was hard work, and the pay was rarely worth it. Waiting tables at an establishment like La Soiree was even worse, because she had to dodge grabby hands at the same time as balancing on ridiculously high heels and balancing a tray on her fingertips.
Of course, drunk fools were better tippers.
If only they knew who she really was and what she could do, they would keep their hands to themselves.
I would picture us on the small table in the hotel room
he always got a nice one because
“you’re more worth the girls I brought to motels”
but he never propped me up there
and he never gave me what i was worth.
Sturdy, unlike me
So many possibilities
I wish I could be more like
my dining room table.
it may have been a product
of my grandfathers cheating
but at least adventures come forth to it
while i lay staring the ceilings.
He pointed to the various spheres on the flow chart, explaining as he went. “These tables show various levels of existence. The higher you go on the chart, the higher the vibrational level and the finer the matter. This one, at the top, is simply pure energy — no matter at all.”
Oh how the tables have turned, it is like sands in an hour glass. These cliches that pass through my mind and take room from the important things that I should be thinking or learning. I can’t explain it but I will cry if I want to, you would cry to if it happened to you.
Tables, they bring people together, and at other times they separate them. Love can be expressed across a table, but so can hate. People can be born on a table, and at the end of the day people can die on them. Tables I think in a way represent life.
tables are blue and long and they make things hold up for eye level. Tables make me want to sit down at them and do work or eat and then I’d like to stand on them. Would all tables be the best if they were four legged? I like it when there is no glass in my table. Blue is the color of a table that has blue paint on it.
Tables are fun to sit on. But then why aren’t they called chairs? You sit on chairs too, and tables can act as chairs, so would BOTH of them be chairs. Well, if they’re one thing, I guess saying “both” wouldn’t make any sense. And sitting on a Table wouldn’t make much sense in the first place because, duh, it’s a table. Get it? What if everyone starts sitting on tables? Then they’ll all become chairs. But I don’t want them to happen. Tables cannot become extinct. Because Tables are amazing. ;D
Tables are fun to sit on. But then why aren’t they called chairs? You sit on chairs too, and tables can act as chairs, so would BOTH of them be chairs. Well, if they’re one thing, I guess saying “both” wouldn’t make any sense. And sitting on a Table wouldn’t make much sense in the first place because, duh, it’s a table. Get it? What if everyone starts sitting on tables? Then they’ll all become chairs. But I don’t want them to happen. Tables cannot become extinct. Because Tables are amazing. ;D
Tables are places to eat, to work, to write, to talk. The divide that they put between us is the thing that brings us together. When we sit around a table, we can only be friends. We can only love each other when we break bread together.
periodic tables, multiplication tables, dinner tables. surprisingly, the last one means the most to me. i’m a military housewife, and i love it. i went to college, got good grades, and was my parents’ dream come true. but it wasn’t me. it was never me. i am now ME, who God intended me to be, and it’s right. I feel right. I love my life.
tables are so usefull . u can use them for writing your home work maybe cook on them andd some other stuff!
i have two of them in my room i love them(: hehe
one of them is red and the other is pink
gotta love them they’re rlly use full.
my feet, my feet are on a table, we gather, gather around a table, we eat eat off a table, they bring us together, they give us support, tables sturdy and accountable. tables.
they are made of woood. brown. big. sex with rob on the tables. he’s a an a hold. fungus. mold. repairs. my life needs to be repaired. education. is that what i want? i doubt it but what else is there to do? who kows. rot. die. this is depressing. i’m not that depressed am I? I dn’t think so but I guess you never know. I think i’m just mad at rob. I really hope that’s it. and i hope he will talk to me soon
the tables were empty. they usually were anyways. they’d been open for business for the past year, and they’d had about 30 customers. total. not a night. TOTAL. that was terrible. he’d never seen this coming. not even after the amount of bad press they’d gotten their first week open. it was time to do something, time to make a deal.
There once was a man in Canada who are tables everysingle day. He also danced on them for his job as a stripper. He also flew to distant worlds on the table. The End
He was rocking and a rollin on the table tops, the drinks spilling all over the tiled floor as he swivelled his hips and brought his right hand crashing down on the guitar strings.
She ran around the tables with the kind of zest that only infants can posess. It was so wonderful to hear her chirping and giggling like the five year old she was. Gone was the sad little pout from losing her beloved hamster to “the farm”.
tables are great thing to eat food on, i love to go home and warm up some delicious food and then sit down at the table and eat it. i usually take my time when sitting at the table. its a nice place to gather with family and friends and loved ones and talk about your day. its a great thing to have for the holidays to put all the plates of delicious food
tables are cool, tables can be long, or round. There are many types of tables.Sometimes when I see a table I think of having a beautiful and romantic dinner with my love. Nothing special really comes to mind when I see the word table. Tomorrow I will probably sit at a table while rinking a beer.
Tables. Sometimes they’re about math. Sometimes they’re about eating upon. There’s a table in the play I’m in right now. I have to wash it. While I sing Matchmaker. The play. It’s coming up. Lindsey is the Rabbi. I love him. I think. No. I don’t. Sigh. Nick Lindsey.
i gave him my heart
then the tables turned
he tore me apart
but for me he yearned
i wanted him still
but it never did work
i suppose i will
move on from that jerk.
i eat on them. and have sex on them. not really i’ve never had sex on a table so i don’t know why that just came to my mind. scientists use the periodic table of elements. tables are usually not noticed, but very important for everyday things. you can make stable out of tables. on
one day i sat down for breakfast. i took a bite of toast and i noticed that i got bigger, or did my table get smaller? each bite i took of my toast and jam made my table get really small and soon i thought i was in alice and wonderland but there were no bunnies and queens of hearts and stuff like that. i like tables. very useful.
Filled with knights, kings, princes, food, goblets and wine. It’s like a large souflet and it’s filled with many different platters of food. The princess and the prince are sitting together when a dragon burts in. Merlin has to conjure all his magic to stop it, but he is afraid to, so he doesn’t completely kill the dragon and it flies away.
I like to sit at tables and drink capuchinos. I hate the idea of tabling a conversation. it’s os static and yet so much happens at a table- you socialize chat drink catch up eat, sit around it and argue have sex on it. I say lets use table it in a different way.
i wait tables for a living but i hate it. why do i do that but at the same time i love waiting tables the money is good money and sadly i need it for everything i need it to pay rent and to pay for the things that i want like new furniture and new clothes and to pay off all my bills. i need to get some self control with my money so i can be debt free…
family. its where we sit to eat dinner. not everyone has a table. its sad.
homework.
carvings in the table of my dining room
laminated placemats we used to use. i used the alphabet one.
we had a rectangular table once, not anymore.
regardless of shape, it still brings us together every night.
the tables turned one day when a teacher asked me to answer an algebraic equation. when asked i primarily answer correctly and with perfect terminology and i look at the class around me as they look down at there papers to compare the answer. But on this particular day i decided to not allow this general routine to happen instaed i asked the teacher “well don’t you know? you are the teacher?” the look i recieved gave me this empowered feeling and i knew i was going to win she was scared and intimidated by me. Of course i knew she would say something smart back but to be able to look at the class around me and not just see there eyes glanced downward and to instead see there unhidden smirks was an amazing accomplishment
Tables, chairs, Excel spreadsheets, lakes and water tables. What a wonderful, flexible word! And mostly under-used for eating alone. Charts! Does your table chart your world? Does it determine your level?
people eat food on tables. I enjoy tables on thanksgiving and I also like the tall tables at the cafeteria at school they are fun to sit at and look down on the world yeah. tables rock. idk what im doing. but yeah go tables.
The table against the wall was an ugly beige color and looked more like a cafeteria lunch table than a home kitchen table. The chairs were worn and old looking. They were beige as well. Tom sat at the table and ran his finger across it’s surface. It was clean, that was for sure.
Why do some people dance on tables? That’s where you eat. Not dance. People are silly. Why even dance there? The floor is a much better, and safer, place to dance.
During sunday night dinner, i noticed that the table was filled with enormous ammount of food. Food varieying from chicken, to steak, even to asparagus. This table always brings us together in this family. Thick mahogony, many memories, all burried into one table.
Tables are pretty awesome. What else can you eat at, sit on, play board games on, f**k on, hide under, turn on its side to make a barricade, burn in flames to stay warm, and jump off a building with while holding the legs to float gently down to earth? Umm, not too much!
Waiting tables was hard work, and the pay was rarely worth it. Waiting tables at an establishment like La Soiree was even worse, because she had to dodge grabby hands at the same time as balancing on ridiculously high heels and balancing a tray on her fingertips.
Of course, drunk fools were better tippers.
If only they knew who she really was and what she could do, they would keep their hands to themselves.
I would picture us on the small table in the hotel room
he always got a nice one because
“you’re more worth the girls I brought to motels”
but he never propped me up there
and he never gave me what i was worth.
Sturdy, unlike me
So many possibilities
I wish I could be more like
my dining room table.
it may have been a product
of my grandfathers cheating
but at least adventures come forth to it
while i lay staring the ceilings.
He pointed to the various spheres on the flow chart, explaining as he went. “These tables show various levels of existence. The higher you go on the chart, the higher the vibrational level and the finer the matter. This one, at the top, is simply pure energy — no matter at all.”
Oh how the tables have turned, it is like sands in an hour glass. These cliches that pass through my mind and take room from the important things that I should be thinking or learning. I can’t explain it but I will cry if I want to, you would cry to if it happened to you.
God, I hate tables. There’s so many things wrong with them. They break, for one. They’re never sturdy when I need them to be.
And the damn legs. They’s always the one that’s all short and requires me to put a book or some shit underneath it.
Screw tables. Seriously. I could say more, but time’s almost out.
Tables, they bring people together, and at other times they separate them. Love can be expressed across a table, but so can hate. People can be born on a table, and at the end of the day people can die on them. Tables I think in a way represent life.
tables are blue and long and they make things hold up for eye level. Tables make me want to sit down at them and do work or eat and then I’d like to stand on them. Would all tables be the best if they were four legged? I like it when there is no glass in my table. Blue is the color of a table that has blue paint on it.
Tables are fun to sit on. But then why aren’t they called chairs? You sit on chairs too, and tables can act as chairs, so would BOTH of them be chairs. Well, if they’re one thing, I guess saying “both” wouldn’t make any sense. And sitting on a Table wouldn’t make much sense in the first place because, duh, it’s a table. Get it? What if everyone starts sitting on tables? Then they’ll all become chairs. But I don’t want them to happen. Tables cannot become extinct. Because Tables are amazing. ;D
Tables are fun to sit on. But then why aren’t they called chairs? You sit on chairs too, and tables can act as chairs, so would BOTH of them be chairs. Well, if they’re one thing, I guess saying “both” wouldn’t make any sense. And sitting on a Table wouldn’t make much sense in the first place because, duh, it’s a table. Get it? What if everyone starts sitting on tables? Then they’ll all become chairs. But I don’t want them to happen. Tables cannot become extinct. Because Tables are amazing. ;D
ummm yaaa i donno what to write…
uh ables are awesome…?
uhmmmmmmmmmm….this is a piece offff shizzzz
i don’t wanna write! BYE!!!
Tables are places to eat, to work, to write, to talk. The divide that they put between us is the thing that brings us together. When we sit around a table, we can only be friends. We can only love each other when we break bread together.
periodic tables, multiplication tables, dinner tables. surprisingly, the last one means the most to me. i’m a military housewife, and i love it. i went to college, got good grades, and was my parents’ dream come true. but it wasn’t me. it was never me. i am now ME, who God intended me to be, and it’s right. I feel right. I love my life.
tables are so usefull . u can use them for writing your home work maybe cook on them andd some other stuff!
i have two of them in my room i love them(: hehe
one of them is red and the other is pink
gotta love them they’re rlly use full.
my feet, my feet are on a table, we gather, gather around a table, we eat eat off a table, they bring us together, they give us support, tables sturdy and accountable. tables.
they are made of woood. brown. big. sex with rob on the tables. he’s a an a hold. fungus. mold. repairs. my life needs to be repaired. education. is that what i want? i doubt it but what else is there to do? who kows. rot. die. this is depressing. i’m not that depressed am I? I dn’t think so but I guess you never know. I think i’m just mad at rob. I really hope that’s it. and i hope he will talk to me soon
boring.
You can put things on tables. They support you and any thing else you like. Tables can be sturdy or they can be weak. Tables are mostly hard surfaced.
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the tables were empty. they usually were anyways. they’d been open for business for the past year, and they’d had about 30 customers. total. not a night. TOTAL. that was terrible. he’d never seen this coming. not even after the amount of bad press they’d gotten their first week open. it was time to do something, time to make a deal.
There once was a man in Canada who are tables everysingle day. He also danced on them for his job as a stripper. He also flew to distant worlds on the table. The End
He was rocking and a rollin on the table tops, the drinks spilling all over the tiled floor as he swivelled his hips and brought his right hand crashing down on the guitar strings.
She ran around the tables with the kind of zest that only infants can posess. It was so wonderful to hear her chirping and giggling like the five year old she was. Gone was the sad little pout from losing her beloved hamster to “the farm”.
tables are great thing to eat food on, i love to go home and warm up some delicious food and then sit down at the table and eat it. i usually take my time when sitting at the table. its a nice place to gather with family and friends and loved ones and talk about your day. its a great thing to have for the holidays to put all the plates of delicious food
tables are cool, tables can be long, or round. There are many types of tables.Sometimes when I see a table I think of having a beautiful and romantic dinner with my love. Nothing special really comes to mind when I see the word table. Tomorrow I will probably sit at a table while rinking a beer.
Tables. Sometimes they’re about math. Sometimes they’re about eating upon. There’s a table in the play I’m in right now. I have to wash it. While I sing Matchmaker. The play. It’s coming up. Lindsey is the Rabbi. I love him. I think. No. I don’t. Sigh. Nick Lindsey.
i gave him my heart
then the tables turned
he tore me apart
but for me he yearned
i wanted him still
but it never did work
i suppose i will
move on from that jerk.
i eat on them. and have sex on them. not really i’ve never had sex on a table so i don’t know why that just came to my mind. scientists use the periodic table of elements. tables are usually not noticed, but very important for everyday things. you can make stable out of tables. on
one day i sat down for breakfast. i took a bite of toast and i noticed that i got bigger, or did my table get smaller? each bite i took of my toast and jam made my table get really small and soon i thought i was in alice and wonderland but there were no bunnies and queens of hearts and stuff like that. i like tables. very useful.
Filled with knights, kings, princes, food, goblets and wine. It’s like a large souflet and it’s filled with many different platters of food. The princess and the prince are sitting together when a dragon burts in. Merlin has to conjure all his magic to stop it, but he is afraid to, so he doesn’t completely kill the dragon and it flies away.
I like to sit at tables and drink capuchinos. I hate the idea of tabling a conversation. it’s os static and yet so much happens at a table- you socialize chat drink catch up eat, sit around it and argue have sex on it. I say lets use table it in a different way.
i wait tables for a living but i hate it. why do i do that but at the same time i love waiting tables the money is good money and sadly i need it for everything i need it to pay rent and to pay for the things that i want like new furniture and new clothes and to pay off all my bills. i need to get some self control with my money so i can be debt free…
family. its where we sit to eat dinner. not everyone has a table. its sad.
homework.
carvings in the table of my dining room
laminated placemats we used to use. i used the alphabet one.
we had a rectangular table once, not anymore.
regardless of shape, it still brings us together every night.
the tables turned one day when a teacher asked me to answer an algebraic equation. when asked i primarily answer correctly and with perfect terminology and i look at the class around me as they look down at there papers to compare the answer. But on this particular day i decided to not allow this general routine to happen instaed i asked the teacher “well don’t you know? you are the teacher?” the look i recieved gave me this empowered feeling and i knew i was going to win she was scared and intimidated by me. Of course i knew she would say something smart back but to be able to look at the class around me and not just see there eyes glanced downward and to instead see there unhidden smirks was an amazing accomplishment