the fall was great, from such a height that it was insurmountable that there could ever be or would ever be a recovery, the type of recovery that would leave the nay sayers mouths drop like anchors.
He screamed in pain as he dropped the plate on his foot. He yowled as he dropped the cup, too, which shattered completely. He grabbed his foot, hopping around on the other one, yelling as he tripped over the plate and fell flat on his ass.
She dropped it in the fire. Let it consume the evil that it contained in it’s pages. The fire is where it belonged. She would no longer be a slave to the book that her coven held so dear. She was done doing the horrible things it instructed them to do. She would end this madness once and for all
My mom might drop the cake if she is not careful! But if she is careful she will not drop the cake. Hopefully she won’s drop the cake so we can have cake tonight at dinner for desert. Or for lunch!
we go. too fast, all of the time. We don’t know when to stop or how to stop. Losing ourselves in the flow of life, we are losing ourselves. It’s a bind, it’s a trap. Stop.
sometimes i want to drop my life. drop my responsibilities and be free. i think that if people were able to give up or ‘drop’ a few things in their life, they could be much happier. of course, there are things that people should not drop either.
i can drop a ball in a drop of a pin.I can drop many things that should not be dropped. sowhat will happen if I drop something that should not be dropped
i will drop 60 pounds by the month of Jun. I will make my son proud of me, i am looking forward to dropping these pounds, of fat. i will feel musch better in the long run.
Drop… Drop-in? I seem to be doing quite a lot of drop-ins lately. Which is fine. It would be better though if there were actually people dropping in. :-/
I don’t like feeling inadequate. Nobody does, I guess…
I was running with my friend in a race and I was getting on his heels then he droped and then I was going to go and pass him but I stopped and picked him up and helped of the track.
The punch came hard and fast, just like he’d trained for. His knees felt wobbly, but he staggered to the ropes. The roar of the crowd was deafening, and he tried to find her, but his vision was blurry with sweat and blood. It stung, but not half as much as his split lip. He ground his teeth and pushed back from the ropes swinging at the figure approaching him. He couldn’t see his opponent fall, but he felt it when his gloved fist crashed into soft flesh and the mat of the ring shook beneath him.
A drop in the bucket. A feather in your cap. A fish in the sea. A mountain of a mole. A limitless number of ways to articulate the absurdity of it all.
My mom will drop the cookies on the floor. If the cookies drop then she will not have any cookies to bring to the party. Please do not drop the cookies. If the cookies do not drop then she can bring the cookies to the party.
Drop the ball. Drop in on someone. Drop the kids off. Drop dead. Mic drop. We’re always dropping something, aren’t we? I hate dropping balls. Better learn to juggle.
When I found out that signing in was locked, my spirits dropped. Oh sure, signing in doesn’t seem to have any real benefits, but it stills hurts to see failure.
So when I was working on my jet-pack I noticed something was wrong it was the fuel capsule it was a little bit broken but I said nahhh forget it and I started flying I was so happy and then my jet-pack starts making noises and i said ehh doesn’t matter forget it and i then the jet-pack was smoking then a flying monkey said banana and i started droping ahhhhhhhhhh i was so high up that i slept ate ice cream and played checkers with the monkey and then i remembered i had a spare jet-pack.
the woman dropped the package and ran to the boy who was screaming turns out he had fallen and hit his head on the cement and the mom was no were to be seen
Drop rhymes with flop, stop, mop, bop. Drop is not usually good because sometimes things break. We drop our books, our pencil, our coffee. Drop is bad.
Theater drops are like backgrounds that make the setting. When you hang them they are pretty. We like to drop water. It makes a splash. Water balloons can drop and then you can make a fun party. Water drops from the sky like snow. Water drops from the faucet. I dropped a glass jar of spaghetti and it exploded all over
I watched the rotten, worm infested apple drop to the ground. It reminded me of how it felt when I was dropped to the ground because of a stunt gone wrong. It happens. It’s all part of it. I can pick myself back up and begin the road to improvement, but that apple cannot. Poor apple.
Everything and run to the Father. Nothing else matters! It’s what you’ve been waiting for all of your life! Stepping into a new depth and relationship…
Her stomach ended up somewhere between her knees and her ankles. She blinked hard twice. “What?”
He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “You heard me.”
Standing atop the cornice of the mountain, I took one last breath as I committed the image of the valley to memory. With one quick, forward lunge, I went sailing down the frothing white mountainside. The rumble of my own avalanche of fear and anger pounded in my ears. I would not outrun them for long; it was inevitable that I would be my own downfall at some point. C’est la vie, so what is it without a little excitement?
I dropped the ball and looked up to see jesus Christ standing above me. “Good lord” I said as jesus took the ball from me and started dribbling
the fall was great, from such a height that it was insurmountable that there could ever be or would ever be a recovery, the type of recovery that would leave the nay sayers mouths drop like anchors.
He screamed in pain as he dropped the plate on his foot. He yowled as he dropped the cup, too, which shattered completely. He grabbed his foot, hopping around on the other one, yelling as he tripped over the plate and fell flat on his ass.
She dropped it in the fire. Let it consume the evil that it contained in it’s pages. The fire is where it belonged. She would no longer be a slave to the book that her coven held so dear. She was done doing the horrible things it instructed them to do. She would end this madness once and for all
My mom might drop the cake if she is not careful! But if she is careful she will not drop the cake. Hopefully she won’s drop the cake so we can have cake tonight at dinner for desert. Or for lunch!
we go. too fast, all of the time. We don’t know when to stop or how to stop. Losing ourselves in the flow of life, we are losing ourselves. It’s a bind, it’s a trap. Stop.
sometimes i want to drop my life. drop my responsibilities and be free. i think that if people were able to give up or ‘drop’ a few things in their life, they could be much happier. of course, there are things that people should not drop either.
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i can drop a ball in a drop of a pin.I can drop many things that should not be dropped. sowhat will happen if I drop something that should not be dropped
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i will drop 60 pounds by the month of Jun. I will make my son proud of me, i am looking forward to dropping these pounds, of fat. i will feel musch better in the long run.
Drop the donut and no one gets hurt! That’s what I want to say. I want a donut. I don’t care if it was dropped on the ground. I want a donut.
when i think of drop i think of me on a roller cooster
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i had to assist student for first time
stop drop and roll.water is
last week i drop my phone . i always wanted to know how to do the pin drop .
Sometimes people drop things. They may drop flowers or balls, they might drop groceries or glass. People are prone to drop things.
i will dorp 60 pounds in 5 monhts i am looking forward to
Drop… Drop-in? I seem to be doing quite a lot of drop-ins lately. Which is fine. It would be better though if there were actually people dropping in. :-/
I don’t like feeling inadequate. Nobody does, I guess…
Sometimes I drop things. I dropped something yesterday and it broke. Lots of people drop things.
hahaha a little drama
I dropped my pencil last night and it ruined my life ’cause what is life without a pencil? I am sure that no one can answer this.
I was running with my friend in a race and I was getting on his heels then he droped and then I was going to go and pass him but I stopped and picked him up and helped of the track.
The punch came hard and fast, just like he’d trained for. His knees felt wobbly, but he staggered to the ropes. The roar of the crowd was deafening, and he tried to find her, but his vision was blurry with sweat and blood. It stung, but not half as much as his split lip. He ground his teeth and pushed back from the ropes swinging at the figure approaching him. He couldn’t see his opponent fall, but he felt it when his gloved fist crashed into soft flesh and the mat of the ring shook beneath him.
A drop in the bucket. A feather in your cap. A fish in the sea. A mountain of a mole. A limitless number of ways to articulate the absurdity of it all.
My mom will drop the cookies on the floor. If the cookies drop then she will not have any cookies to bring to the party. Please do not drop the cookies. If the cookies do not drop then she can bring the cookies to the party.
Drop the ball. Drop in on someone. Drop the kids off. Drop dead. Mic drop. We’re always dropping something, aren’t we? I hate dropping balls. Better learn to juggle.
When I found out that signing in was locked, my spirits dropped. Oh sure, signing in doesn’t seem to have any real benefits, but it stills hurts to see failure.
So when I was working on my jet-pack I noticed something was wrong it was the fuel capsule it was a little bit broken but I said nahhh forget it and I started flying I was so happy and then my jet-pack starts making noises and i said ehh doesn’t matter forget it and i then the jet-pack was smoking then a flying monkey said banana and i started droping ahhhhhhhhhh i was so high up that i slept ate ice cream and played checkers with the monkey and then i remembered i had a spare jet-pack.
the woman dropped the package and ran to the boy who was screaming turns out he had fallen and hit his head on the cement and the mom was no were to be seen
I dropped a jar of grape jelly at the store. It made a big mess. The man with the mop had to come over and clean it up. My mom was mad.
Drop rhymes with flop, stop, mop, bop. Drop is not usually good because sometimes things break. We drop our books, our pencil, our coffee. Drop is bad.
I dont like gumdrops that much. They are too sticky and gooey. They stick my teeth and the roof of my mouth. Gumdrops are more like “stick drops”.
Theater drops are like backgrounds that make the setting. When you hang them they are pretty. We like to drop water. It makes a splash. Water balloons can drop and then you can make a fun party. Water drops from the sky like snow. Water drops from the faucet. I dropped a glass jar of spaghetti and it exploded all over
dropped the mop
cause i didnt wanna drop dead
on level read
running over any ted talking jabba walking junk face
I watched the rotten, worm infested apple drop to the ground. It reminded me of how it felt when I was dropped to the ground because of a stunt gone wrong. It happens. It’s all part of it. I can pick myself back up and begin the road to improvement, but that apple cannot. Poor apple.
Everything and run to the Father. Nothing else matters! It’s what you’ve been waiting for all of your life! Stepping into a new depth and relationship…
Her stomach ended up somewhere between her knees and her ankles. She blinked hard twice. “What?”
He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “You heard me.”
Standing atop the cornice of the mountain, I took one last breath as I committed the image of the valley to memory. With one quick, forward lunge, I went sailing down the frothing white mountainside. The rumble of my own avalanche of fear and anger pounded in my ears. I would not outrun them for long; it was inevitable that I would be my own downfall at some point. C’est la vie, so what is it without a little excitement?