He Had A Vague Sense That Trees Gave Birth To Dinosaurs
He Had A Vague Sense That Trees Gave Birth To Dinosaurs
He Had A Vague Sense That Trees Gave Birth To Dinosaurs
Although it wasn't a pot of gold, Nancy was still enthralled at what she found at the end of the rainbow.
You're unsure whether or not to trust him, but very thankful that you wore a turtle neck.
The wake behind the boat told of the past while the open sea for told life in the unknown future.
Patricia loves the sound of nails strongly pressed against the chalkboard.
The bug was having an excellent day until he hit the windshield.
He decided that the time had come to be stronger than any of the excuses he'd used until then.
As you consider all the possible ways to improve yourself and the world, you notice John Travolta seems
fairly unhappy.
Thirty years later, she still thought it was okay to put the toilet paper roll under rather than over.
He fumbled in the darkness looking for the light switch, but when he finally found it there was someone
already there.
He never understood why what, when, and where left out who.
When money was tight, he'd get his lunch money from the local wishing well.
Karen believed all traffic laws should be obeyed by all except herself.
Imagine his surprise when he discovered that the safe was full of pudding.
The dead trees waited to be ignited by the smallest spark and seek their revenge.
The complicated school homework left the parents trying to help their kids quite confused.
She borrowed the book from him many years ago and hasn't yet returned it.
When I cook spaghetti, I like to boil it a few minutes past al dente so the noodles are super slippery.
I may struggle with geography, but I'm sure I'm somewhere around here.
Blue sounded too cold at the time and yet it seemed to work for gin.
He walked into the basement with the horror movie from the night before playing in his head.
All they could see was the blue water surrounding their sailboat.
Poison ivy grew through the fence they said was impenetrable.
Italy is my favorite country; in fact, I plan to spend two weeks there next year.
He set out for a short walk, but now all he could see were mangroves and water were for miles.
You realize you're not alone as you sit in your bedroom massaging your calves after a long day of playing
tug-of-war with Grandpa Joe in the hospital.
I used to practice weaving with spaghetti three hours a day but stopped because I didn't want to die
alone.