Wool comes from sheep. It can be itchy. Wool sweaters are often associated with old ladies who are single. Wool socks seem uncomfortable. Wooly mammoths are extinct. Wool is material used for many things. I think wool socks are itchy.
i think the boys down stairs are stupid for referring to ‘wool’ as hooking up with a woman. is that weird? no, i think they’re the weird ones. a sheep? really?
i think of steel wool, which reminds me of science class. we would always burn it and it made my spine tingle. kind of like trapeze swinger by iron and wine. i wasn’t in a very good mood tonight and put it on repeat and thought about hayden and then texted him. turns out he doesn’t want a relationship and know what? neither do i. but that doesn’t mean i don’t still like him.
I often feel like my head is stuffed with wool. I drove home yesterday instead of going to the shops, left my keys in the fridge and have been walking around all day with two odd socks on.
i wonder they the boys downstairs call it wool. maybe they’re trying to be polite, but i think of a sheep when the word is mentioned. is that odd? i think not. i think they’re the odd ones. i think it’s odd that they spell the word as ‘woole’ sometimes. i would never say anything, but that’s how i feel.
Most people think that wool is a sheep thing, but lots of animals have wool. Like alpacas, and llamas. Llama is a funny word. I like the llama song, it’s pretty snazzy. My friend has a llama tattoo, on her leg.
Ba ba black sheep have you any wool? I guess with the black sheep being so rare his wool would be very valuable and a sought after commoditity – so maybe being the black sheep of the family could symbolise wealth and attractiveness! The Royalty of the sheep world!
i just wrote about wool. Does this only give us one word? This is lame. My friend on Skype thinks its lame too. For real, guys. Make ones with multiple words. i was all excited to write about a different word that wasn’t wool, and BAM! Wool. So lame.
Wool is something that sheep wear, it is commonly believed that it grows from their skin however selective gnome societies actually live on their backs, so small you can’t see, that produce this substance. They frequently riot about not getting paid royalties for woolen products.
Sheep have wool. lot of it. People use wool to create yarn and threads to make things such as hats and scarves. I make scarves. its fun. Only the ones I make arent made out of real wool yarn, just the fake stuff they make in factories. My mother is allergic to lanolen, which is found in sheeps wool.
reminds me of the song dyed in wool by circa survive. my sister is allergic to wool which reminds me of the sweaters. i think of itchiness and annoyance as well as cute little sheep and lambs. the smell of wool is also significant to me as well. it can also spell the word low. i see a face when i look at that word as well. wool is such a stupid word, i dontk now about its origins and would
sweater. i hate dominique but i have a wool sweater by banana republic that’d probably be really useful right now since it’s cold. thats all i gotta say about that.
I once read this play called “The Wool Gatherer” and it was absolutely bizzarre. Brilliant! But bizzarre…. Am I spelling bizzarre right? Probably not. Anyways, this girl lived in her attic and only encountered very few people, but for every person she met she kept something wool of theirs. Mainly a sweater. She fell in love with a trucker dude who always made fun of her and really only wanted to have sex with her, but int he end the two of them fell in love. At least I thing so. She was really crazy and thought their was an old women who loved on the other side of her attic wall, but it was her attic so no one could be up their with her.
It’s been pulled over my eyes. I’m losing sight of what really matters, all because of some gold-plated opportunity shoved in front of my nose. And I was stupid enough to take it. Leave it to humans to knowingly mess up.
I ate a piece of bad chicken and puked it up on a blanket made of wool. My mother yelled at me until my wool socks fell off. The food started to dry up and had the texture of wool. My dad hit my mother until her nose bled, and she used a ball of wool to stop the bleeding.
i wouldn’t wear wool if i had the choice. my mother went on a business trip to iceland and came back with this beautiful wool sweater when i was about 12. it hung in my closet until… well its probably still there. never worn. sorry ma
itchy constricting unless worn by sheep flowing free in the breeze or being carried bumpily along atop the baa-ing frame. wool reminds me of church, uncomfortable, worn too tight, did i wear a sweater to church once? what is this beef i have with wool? wool can be comforting too when knit, beautiful rich colors.
I love wool things. My great-grandmother used to knit me new things every winter. She still does, only now, for whatever reason, they don’t mean as much to me anymore. They aren’t a source of pride as they are just a nuisance. What am I going to do with twenty pairs of wool socks and mittens? I want to go back to them being a source of pride, but I’m not sure how.
Wool is a word that I do not use much. Its used to make blankets, warm ones, but who gives a shit really. Do i really need to know what the fuck they make blankets out of? No. Just put one on my cold naked body and ill be fine.
i never much enjoyed the feel of wool.
coarse on my skin.
scratching.
it feels like it should smell of a barn.
would wooly mammoths have been fun to pet?
The hat that she was gifted was always atop her head. The ugly, itchy maroon and gold hat was her only security. No matter the time, the outfit, the occasion, it was the only thing that kept her together. The wool.
The sheep brayed in the field as the lonely boy looked upon the sky. He nestled up against the large rock, warm from the daylight sun. He wondered if life would always be this peaceful; if his life would always be include these animals and the quiet breeze of the countryside.
Just thinking about this word makes me feel hot. But i can not think about that right now, because whats on my mind is Reuben. The love of my life loves another girl. Whenever i see him two things always happen. First, i want to kiss him and embrace him, then I realize that this could never happen, and so my heart becomes overwhelmed with despair.
the itchy hat that sat atop her head, gave her comfort. No matter the time of day, the occasion, the outfit, the red hat always rested on her head. It was her only security.
It covered me in winter, but It belong to her.
It was a gift, I’m sure of it, he must have giving it to that woman.
But now is mine.
If only I could get the blood stains out of it; then, it would be the perfect white wool sweater.
the wool of a ship was pure gold but the poor ship couldnt walk since her fur kept her in the same place. one day the farmer, saddened for this sad scenery tried to cut her wool but he endeded with a broken razor
wool is the thing that lambs use
wool keeps us warm
wool is needed throughout the worldd
it makes me think of sheep
which makes me think of david
which makes me think of God
and how wonderful he is for all of us
which makes me think of me
which, am I doing this right?
Is all of this right? Left? Spanish?
The best thing to wear when the going gets hot and sweaty. A whole season of skiing and my seater still smells of the spring lamb I was at the beginning of the season.
Wool is thick and made from sheep. I associate it with hippies in health food stores such as the Co-op in Montpelier, Vermont. It also reminds me of this family in my town that has tons of kids and makes all their own clothes. They have tons of rabbits.
sheep. They live there lives for a purpose. they give us wool. but what if they want their wool? don’t they have the right to be warm? don’t they ever get cold? I’m sure they do. I’m positive they do. It’s not fair. But i love it anyhow.
the sheep in the orkneys eat seaweed for their meals oh to live life by the seashore munching seaweed and watching the tides roll in and out – not fuss not worry just the breeze and seaweed to occupy ones time lovely
The feeling of the wool against my skin made me itch. I hated the sweater– it clung too tight in all the wrong places and the colors reminded me of an expired fruitcake. Posed in front of the Christmas tree, I rolled my head side to side.
its soft, it comes from sheep. sometimes it can be itchy. my dad likes wearing wool socks and sandals in the summer, he says it isnt too hot. i like to wear wool socks when i go skiing. snowboarding is fun too… ya wool. cum on WOOL like SERIOUSLY!! WOOOOOL
goat
warmth
nice
pretty
happy
winter
wear it in the cold
fashion
yellow
when you put it on your penis it gives it a warm sensation that nobody can resist. Unfortunately I’m a girl.
Wool comes from sheep. It can be itchy. Wool sweaters are often associated with old ladies who are single. Wool socks seem uncomfortable. Wooly mammoths are extinct. Wool is material used for many things. I think wool socks are itchy.
i think the boys down stairs are stupid for referring to ‘wool’ as hooking up with a woman. is that weird? no, i think they’re the weird ones. a sheep? really?
i think of steel wool, which reminds me of science class. we would always burn it and it made my spine tingle. kind of like trapeze swinger by iron and wine. i wasn’t in a very good mood tonight and put it on repeat and thought about hayden and then texted him. turns out he doesn’t want a relationship and know what? neither do i. but that doesn’t mean i don’t still like him.
I often feel like my head is stuffed with wool. I drove home yesterday instead of going to the shops, left my keys in the fridge and have been walking around all day with two odd socks on.
i wonder they the boys downstairs call it wool. maybe they’re trying to be polite, but i think of a sheep when the word is mentioned. is that odd? i think not. i think they’re the odd ones. i think it’s odd that they spell the word as ‘woole’ sometimes. i would never say anything, but that’s how i feel.
Most people think that wool is a sheep thing, but lots of animals have wool. Like alpacas, and llamas. Llama is a funny word. I like the llama song, it’s pretty snazzy. My friend has a llama tattoo, on her leg.
Ba ba black sheep have you any wool? I guess with the black sheep being so rare his wool would be very valuable and a sought after commoditity – so maybe being the black sheep of the family could symbolise wealth and attractiveness! The Royalty of the sheep world!
i just wrote about wool. Does this only give us one word? This is lame. My friend on Skype thinks its lame too. For real, guys. Make ones with multiple words. i was all excited to write about a different word that wasn’t wool, and BAM! Wool. So lame.
Wool is something that sheep wear, it is commonly believed that it grows from their skin however selective gnome societies actually live on their backs, so small you can’t see, that produce this substance. They frequently riot about not getting paid royalties for woolen products.
Sheep have wool. lot of it. People use wool to create yarn and threads to make things such as hats and scarves. I make scarves. its fun. Only the ones I make arent made out of real wool yarn, just the fake stuff they make in factories. My mother is allergic to lanolen, which is found in sheeps wool.
reminds me of the song dyed in wool by circa survive. my sister is allergic to wool which reminds me of the sweaters. i think of itchiness and annoyance as well as cute little sheep and lambs. the smell of wool is also significant to me as well. it can also spell the word low. i see a face when i look at that word as well. wool is such a stupid word, i dontk now about its origins and would
sweater. i hate dominique but i have a wool sweater by banana republic that’d probably be really useful right now since it’s cold. thats all i gotta say about that.
I once read this play called “The Wool Gatherer” and it was absolutely bizzarre. Brilliant! But bizzarre…. Am I spelling bizzarre right? Probably not. Anyways, this girl lived in her attic and only encountered very few people, but for every person she met she kept something wool of theirs. Mainly a sweater. She fell in love with a trucker dude who always made fun of her and really only wanted to have sex with her, but int he end the two of them fell in love. At least I thing so. She was really crazy and thought their was an old women who loved on the other side of her attic wall, but it was her attic so no one could be up their with her.
is warm, but itchy, i don’t like it personally, but i think in this days should become a trend.
It’s been pulled over my eyes. I’m losing sight of what really matters, all because of some gold-plated opportunity shoved in front of my nose. And I was stupid enough to take it. Leave it to humans to knowingly mess up.
I ate a piece of bad chicken and puked it up on a blanket made of wool. My mother yelled at me until my wool socks fell off. The food started to dry up and had the texture of wool. My dad hit my mother until her nose bled, and she used a ball of wool to stop the bleeding.
i wouldn’t wear wool if i had the choice. my mother went on a business trip to iceland and came back with this beautiful wool sweater when i was about 12. it hung in my closet until… well its probably still there. never worn. sorry ma
itchy constricting unless worn by sheep flowing free in the breeze or being carried bumpily along atop the baa-ing frame. wool reminds me of church, uncomfortable, worn too tight, did i wear a sweater to church once? what is this beef i have with wool? wool can be comforting too when knit, beautiful rich colors.
I love wool things. My great-grandmother used to knit me new things every winter. She still does, only now, for whatever reason, they don’t mean as much to me anymore. They aren’t a source of pride as they are just a nuisance. What am I going to do with twenty pairs of wool socks and mittens? I want to go back to them being a source of pride, but I’m not sure how.
Wool is a word that I do not use much. Its used to make blankets, warm ones, but who gives a shit really. Do i really need to know what the fuck they make blankets out of? No. Just put one on my cold naked body and ill be fine.
i have a wool sweater
it looks like a sock monkey should be wearing it (red stripes on cuffs, neck, and bottom)
it’s so scratchy though
i never much enjoyed the feel of wool.
coarse on my skin.
scratching.
it feels like it should smell of a barn.
would wooly mammoths have been fun to pet?
The hat that she was gifted was always atop her head. The ugly, itchy maroon and gold hat was her only security. No matter the time, the outfit, the occasion, it was the only thing that kept her together. The wool.
The sheep brayed in the field as the lonely boy looked upon the sky. He nestled up against the large rock, warm from the daylight sun. He wondered if life would always be this peaceful; if his life would always be include these animals and the quiet breeze of the countryside.
Just thinking about this word makes me feel hot. But i can not think about that right now, because whats on my mind is Reuben. The love of my life loves another girl. Whenever i see him two things always happen. First, i want to kiss him and embrace him, then I realize that this could never happen, and so my heart becomes overwhelmed with despair.
the itchy hat that sat atop her head, gave her comfort. No matter the time of day, the occasion, the outfit, the red hat always rested on her head. It was her only security.
It covered me in winter, but It belong to her.
It was a gift, I’m sure of it, he must have giving it to that woman.
But now is mine.
If only I could get the blood stains out of it; then, it would be the perfect white wool sweater.
the wool of a ship was pure gold but the poor ship couldnt walk since her fur kept her in the same place. one day the farmer, saddened for this sad scenery tried to cut her wool but he endeded with a broken razor
wool is the thing that lambs use
wool keeps us warm
wool is needed throughout the worldd
it makes me think of sheep
which makes me think of david
which makes me think of God
and how wonderful he is for all of us
which makes me think of me
which, am I doing this right?
Is all of this right? Left? Spanish?
The best thing to wear when the going gets hot and sweaty. A whole season of skiing and my seater still smells of the spring lamb I was at the beginning of the season.
Wool is thick and made from sheep. I associate it with hippies in health food stores such as the Co-op in Montpelier, Vermont. It also reminds me of this family in my town that has tons of kids and makes all their own clothes. They have tons of rabbits.
warm, soft comfortable, nice blanket something to keep me warm at night, a cute sheep. shaving wool falling on the barn yard floor.
sheep. They live there lives for a purpose. they give us wool. but what if they want their wool? don’t they have the right to be warm? don’t they ever get cold? I’m sure they do. I’m positive they do. It’s not fair. But i love it anyhow.
the sheep in the orkneys eat seaweed for their meals oh to live life by the seashore munching seaweed and watching the tides roll in and out – not fuss not worry just the breeze and seaweed to occupy ones time lovely
Comfortable in your arms, warm like a large coat of wool. Happiness fills my being, and I never want to leave.
“My dear.”
“Mnn?”
Jack rolls over, the haze of sleep still a heavy weight upon his eyes.
Stephen shifts under the covers. Closer.
“Good morning.”
The feeling of the wool against my skin made me itch. I hated the sweater– it clung too tight in all the wrong places and the colors reminded me of an expired fruitcake. Posed in front of the Christmas tree, I rolled my head side to side.
its soft, it comes from sheep. sometimes it can be itchy. my dad likes wearing wool socks and sandals in the summer, he says it isnt too hot. i like to wear wool socks when i go skiing. snowboarding is fun too… ya wool. cum on WOOL like SERIOUSLY!! WOOOOOL