Tables are good for putting things on. You can also put chairs under and around them. I have a bed side table beside me. On it is a lamp and a book and some magazines. Kitchens have tables and families eat at them. It is a great place to have a conversation or play a board game. Tables are flat and good for resting your elbows on. Tables typically have four legs.
He pulled up a chair and sat down. His sister sat across from him. They stared at each other a while. She started absentmindedly tracing patterns in the wood.
“So,” he said.
“So?” she asked, looking up at him.
“What do we do now?”
She shrugged. What was there to do in this situation? They both turned and looked at the woman lying on the floor. There was a considerable amount of blood still.
“Better get a bag,” the sister said.
they have legs. you an fuck on them. you eat on them. some arent very clean. i wouldnt want to eat on one someone fucked on. i would be mad if someone fucked on mine. i have my foot on one. its made of wood. kinky. i like em!
the tables were filled with wine bottles of rich french wine, the forest qas beneath the windows of the castle, the king was coming today to his wedding, everyboidy was waiting nervously for the bride
They always said that the tables would turn. I never believed them. I always felt like you’d all be kind to me and that we would be friends forever. But then, I started realizing things. I noticed the lies and the deception. Soon the hate began and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to think. All I knew was that the tables had turned.
something to do with putting it in your home. tables can make you happy, tables can make you something think that you are thinking. it can make you feel satisfying while eating your favorite food. tables are the best.
tables are he nxt best thing since sliced bread. Having been used for centuries by our ancestors all over the world, in fferent social statuses. King arthur and his epic round table?? WHERE WOULD WE BE WITHOUT HIM?! people never liked the idea of a round table before him-but he taught us to accept diversity–he just never knew it..
Can’t Dance on tables. No booze, No boys, No Dancing on tables-T.Kreis. Once a Holy Cross Girl, Always a Holy Cross Girl. I miss home, and my AHC sisters.
I put a lot of things on a table. Especially what I don’t want to get dirty. i don’t know what it is about them, but it makes me feel like everything has a place. Even though you can just splay all your junk out on it. It belongs there. Somewhere on a table. Just like we all do. In life, it’s a mess, but we belong there somewhere.
I hid beneath them as a child, staring out from between the wooden legs and into the crotches of the adults above them. Then as I grew, I joined their ranks at the tables. There was always food and laughter and conversation, and then when I became a teenager it was replaced by the TV. Such is life.
I think of like, eating dinner, I guess. Like, maybe like, big daddy, when the little boy sleeps on the table.. ? hmm , like, sex, on a table .. tables. How interesting, lol , I actually feel kind of stupid. hahha , well there ya goo . aweeeee, yeah i got 60 more seconds bitcheeeeezzzz. lol, heh, sooo, tables… shit, i dunno , I pretty much said it all . lol, welllll, im busy watching my life a liz soo … yeah, I really gotta goo ,
AMAZING SHOW! loool , i can still type .. like this thing is actually kindda retaaaaaaaaaaarded.
Tables are undoubtedly fantastic. They are amazing, and I love them with all of my heart. I never want to witness the horrors that some tables have had to endure. They hold all items we need, never complaining, but we still have the nerve to kill them. And give them up. I love them;.
Tables have an important role in everyone’s lives. Dinner tables have been around ever since humans came to earth. We take tables for granted alot of the times, not really understanding the influence it plays in our lives.
Live on it and eat on it. Stack things on it and then clean it. Move it from room to room and forget about it. Clean it and put things on and off of it. Leave it alone for months then clean it again.
I have tables in my house, tables in my classroom. I just can’t seem to get rid of them. They are the price I pay for letting my Aunt Rita live with me for the year. Her husband just died, and she was lonely all the way out in Arizona, so I let her come live up here with me in New York.
Tables come in all shapes and sizes…I personally prefer large tables mainly because they can seat all the family and friends you may have. I personally find the french style most attractive and charming. They are light and airy and not as heavy as their counterpart the Spanish style.s
well, there’s one in front of me right now. and it’s red and scratched and old and everything. the computer sits on it as well as many other things. it’s my sister’s table and she uses it for her homework and studies and sometimes i like to use it as well since, well, it’s so big and spacious and pretty pretty as well.
I wish my desk was clear. It’s so fucking cluttered. In front of me is the chocolate pie that I put in the refrigerator two weeks ago. It’s delicious. But goodness, it’s the last thing I need. I need to do work, but this clutter is distracting me. And so are you.
I’m sitting at a table right now. Tables are the scenes of the most intense, things, I think. Tables are where you have your family meals, where you tell someone you love them, are divorcing them, miss them, will miss them. Tables are where you have naughty sex, or sit on to get a better view of the sunset. How many people have fallen in love while sitting at a table?
Walden sat on the table in the far right corner of the room, the oldest book on the oldest table. Both in the family for ages and figured to be the same age, yet no one knew the age of either. While the letters in the book faded, the oak table remained strong.
oranges, and peaches. little more sits on a summer table in a poor orchard house. but it is a happy table that a family occupies, with peaches and oranges.
the tables show us what we are all about. our entire beings reflected by what we put on them. perhaps paper, pens, tools for writining and learning, textbooks. or maybe food for tonight’s dinner. they show us who we are. they are us. we are the tables. lol what even is t haha.
when i select a table, i try to choose the dirtiest one. you know, the one with the most amount of drawings and “fuck you’s” because its more interesting then a plain table.
i like my wooden coffee table. it’s white and scratched with memories of my childhood. each nook and blemish i remember perfectly, like a picture frame capturing a moment in time.
I remember freshman year when I was that weird kid who used to sit under tables. I had friends join me, but the teachers and other kids still thought it was weird. Funny as hell though seeing the expression on my science sub’s face when me and my friend used to do that. She used to hate us. :)
One time there was a table. It was a lovely table. Engraved on it was a tiny picture of a leaf. It could only be seen if you looked really hard. Families really enjoyed eating at this table. Countless foods were put upon it. From cheeses to fine meats. This table was special.
Tables are things that you sit at to eat for dinner. Home boii. They have four legs. They are sometimes made out of wood. You can put chairs around the table to sit in. They are also sometimes made out of wood. You can place things on tables, like plates and napkins. Tables are very interesting. Concluded. XOXO. GOSSIP GIRL.
I can’t believe this. More tables to wait on. More people to be absolutely annoyed by. Sure, the tips are great and I really do love my job, but if I have to ask “Would you like to start off with some appetizers?” any more tonight, I may just punch the happy family in the face. It’s sickening.
four legged, wooden, I dont know.eat meals on them, study on them talk around them .family time preferrably oval but square delineates a clear hierarchy.
those green tables with all the holes, the way they bit into our legs and held spider webs so gently, and those benches you sprawled out on, i will never forget. we hold them as necessary and they hold us higher than the ground. tables for eating, standing, sitting, breathing, keeping the world at bay, keeping some space between us and the floor.
Tables. Everywhere. I was sitting at the one at the back of the class. Looking toward the board filled with scribbles of writing. I cannot focus in this space. I want to go back home. I want to be back there. I hate it here. Table. Everywhere. I hate this set up. I hate this school. I hate the people. I hate me…
turning tables adele good music. tables sleeping in 6th period. eating pasta at tables. tables kindegarten those funky little desks crayons a much simpler time. it needs to be like the again please and thank you
Tables are good for putting things on. You can also put chairs under and around them. I have a bed side table beside me. On it is a lamp and a book and some magazines. Kitchens have tables and families eat at them. It is a great place to have a conversation or play a board game. Tables are flat and good for resting your elbows on. Tables typically have four legs.
He pulled up a chair and sat down. His sister sat across from him. They stared at each other a while. She started absentmindedly tracing patterns in the wood.
“So,” he said.
“So?” she asked, looking up at him.
“What do we do now?”
She shrugged. What was there to do in this situation? They both turned and looked at the woman lying on the floor. There was a considerable amount of blood still.
“Better get a bag,” the sister said.
they have legs. you an fuck on them. you eat on them. some arent very clean. i wouldnt want to eat on one someone fucked on. i would be mad if someone fucked on mine. i have my foot on one. its made of wood. kinky. i like em!
the tables were filled with wine bottles of rich french wine, the forest qas beneath the windows of the castle, the king was coming today to his wedding, everyboidy was waiting nervously for the bride
They always said that the tables would turn. I never believed them. I always felt like you’d all be kind to me and that we would be friends forever. But then, I started realizing things. I noticed the lies and the deception. Soon the hate began and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to think. All I knew was that the tables had turned.
something to do with putting it in your home. tables can make you happy, tables can make you something think that you are thinking. it can make you feel satisfying while eating your favorite food. tables are the best.
tables are he nxt best thing since sliced bread. Having been used for centuries by our ancestors all over the world, in fferent social statuses. King arthur and his epic round table?? WHERE WOULD WE BE WITHOUT HIM?! people never liked the idea of a round table before him-but he taught us to accept diversity–he just never knew it..
Can’t Dance on tables. No booze, No boys, No Dancing on tables-T.Kreis. Once a Holy Cross Girl, Always a Holy Cross Girl. I miss home, and my AHC sisters.
I put a lot of things on a table. Especially what I don’t want to get dirty. i don’t know what it is about them, but it makes me feel like everything has a place. Even though you can just splay all your junk out on it. It belongs there. Somewhere on a table. Just like we all do. In life, it’s a mess, but we belong there somewhere.
I hid beneath them as a child, staring out from between the wooden legs and into the crotches of the adults above them. Then as I grew, I joined their ranks at the tables. There was always food and laughter and conversation, and then when I became a teenager it was replaced by the TV. Such is life.
I think of like, eating dinner, I guess. Like, maybe like, big daddy, when the little boy sleeps on the table.. ? hmm , like, sex, on a table .. tables. How interesting, lol , I actually feel kind of stupid. hahha , well there ya goo . aweeeee, yeah i got 60 more seconds bitcheeeeezzzz. lol, heh, sooo, tables… shit, i dunno , I pretty much said it all . lol, welllll, im busy watching my life a liz soo … yeah, I really gotta goo ,
AMAZING SHOW! loool , i can still type .. like this thing is actually kindda retaaaaaaaaaaarded.
Tables are undoubtedly fantastic. They are amazing, and I love them with all of my heart. I never want to witness the horrors that some tables have had to endure. They hold all items we need, never complaining, but we still have the nerve to kill them. And give them up. I love them;.
on the table is a simple vase. glass. blue. transparent. i put in a tulip, which was halfway open, and i thought i saw Thumbelina.
Tables have an important role in everyone’s lives. Dinner tables have been around ever since humans came to earth. We take tables for granted alot of the times, not really understanding the influence it plays in our lives.
Live on it and eat on it. Stack things on it and then clean it. Move it from room to room and forget about it. Clean it and put things on and off of it. Leave it alone for months then clean it again.
I have tables in my house, tables in my classroom. I just can’t seem to get rid of them. They are the price I pay for letting my Aunt Rita live with me for the year. Her husband just died, and she was lonely all the way out in Arizona, so I let her come live up here with me in New York.
Tables come in all shapes and sizes…I personally prefer large tables mainly because they can seat all the family and friends you may have. I personally find the french style most attractive and charming. They are light and airy and not as heavy as their counterpart the Spanish style.s
well, there’s one in front of me right now. and it’s red and scratched and old and everything. the computer sits on it as well as many other things. it’s my sister’s table and she uses it for her homework and studies and sometimes i like to use it as well since, well, it’s so big and spacious and pretty pretty as well.
sit at them, and use them in school. eat at a table. use it to do office work. in a cafeteria. at work.
I wish my desk was clear. It’s so fucking cluttered. In front of me is the chocolate pie that I put in the refrigerator two weeks ago. It’s delicious. But goodness, it’s the last thing I need. I need to do work, but this clutter is distracting me. And so are you.
I’m sitting at a table right now. Tables are the scenes of the most intense, things, I think. Tables are where you have your family meals, where you tell someone you love them, are divorcing them, miss them, will miss them. Tables are where you have naughty sex, or sit on to get a better view of the sunset. How many people have fallen in love while sitting at a table?
Walden sat on the table in the far right corner of the room, the oldest book on the oldest table. Both in the family for ages and figured to be the same age, yet no one knew the age of either. While the letters in the book faded, the oak table remained strong.
The tables held the deepest thoughts i could ever create.
i loved the way they stood their ground.
all my dreams laid out before me
were all but nothing to see
Table.
oranges, and peaches. little more sits on a summer table in a poor orchard house. but it is a happy table that a family occupies, with peaches and oranges.
the tables show us what we are all about. our entire beings reflected by what we put on them. perhaps paper, pens, tools for writining and learning, textbooks. or maybe food for tonight’s dinner. they show us who we are. they are us. we are the tables. lol what even is t haha.
tables are things with four legs that you often sit next to to use. most likely they are brown. cows are a lot like tables also.
Tables. What is a table? A plain piece of wood, or a fond memory? Many of the greatest memories result from one random sit down at a table.
Tables have for legs and it rhymes with all of the following words: fable stable mable cable IT DOESNT RHYME WITH CAT DOG OR BIRD.
when i select a table, i try to choose the dirtiest one. you know, the one with the most amount of drawings and “fuck you’s” because its more interesting then a plain table.
i like my wooden coffee table. it’s white and scratched with memories of my childhood. each nook and blemish i remember perfectly, like a picture frame capturing a moment in time.
food tale cloth wooden xmas family knifes plates fruit bowel
I remember freshman year when I was that weird kid who used to sit under tables. I had friends join me, but the teachers and other kids still thought it was weird. Funny as hell though seeing the expression on my science sub’s face when me and my friend used to do that. She used to hate us. :)
One time there was a table. It was a lovely table. Engraved on it was a tiny picture of a leaf. It could only be seen if you looked really hard. Families really enjoyed eating at this table. Countless foods were put upon it. From cheeses to fine meats. This table was special.
Tables are things that you sit at to eat for dinner. Home boii. They have four legs. They are sometimes made out of wood. You can put chairs around the table to sit in. They are also sometimes made out of wood. You can place things on tables, like plates and napkins. Tables are very interesting. Concluded. XOXO. GOSSIP GIRL.
I can’t believe this. More tables to wait on. More people to be absolutely annoyed by. Sure, the tips are great and I really do love my job, but if I have to ask “Would you like to start off with some appetizers?” any more tonight, I may just punch the happy family in the face. It’s sickening.
four legged, wooden, I dont know.eat meals on them, study on them talk around them .family time preferrably oval but square delineates a clear hierarchy.
those green tables with all the holes, the way they bit into our legs and held spider webs so gently, and those benches you sprawled out on, i will never forget. we hold them as necessary and they hold us higher than the ground. tables for eating, standing, sitting, breathing, keeping the world at bay, keeping some space between us and the floor.
Tables. Everywhere. I was sitting at the one at the back of the class. Looking toward the board filled with scribbles of writing. I cannot focus in this space. I want to go back home. I want to be back there. I hate it here. Table. Everywhere. I hate this set up. I hate this school. I hate the people. I hate me…
turning tables adele good music. tables sleeping in 6th period. eating pasta at tables. tables kindegarten those funky little desks crayons a much simpler time. it needs to be like the again please and thank you