The sea boiled like it was about to over flow. the seagulls swarmed around the body like a great mass of white flies. i just stood one the beach screaming.
The pot was boiling, like skin in valcano. it was very hot and was not about to get any colder.
The old witch looked up and cried out to the children, “the water is ready my sweet dumplings…”
The water was boiling hot. Stupidly, she stuck her hand in it, just to see how hot it was. Apparently she couldn’t have dead squirrel tonight. “It’s not healthy anyways,” she thought. Who eats dead squirrels?
The water was boiling. I couldn’t stand being in the room a second longer. People were still staring at me. My face was burning up and my girlfriend was leaving the room.
The bird was so cute. It laid a nest outside of our house. He thought it was charming how the papa bird would stay with the eggs–and later babies–in the nest while the mother went out to find food. When our dog killed the father, though, we knocked down the nest with a broom and ate some very delicious dove stew for dinner.
The temperature is rising. You know it’s about to explode. The temper of your heart and head are colliding with his and you know it won’t be pretty. But what can you do? Are you going to let your boiling hot temper ruin everything you worked for? For while the sun provides light for the day, you never want to get too close.
boiling water is really hot water, honestly i don’t know how many degrees (celcius or fahrenheit) water boils at. i know alcohol doesn’t boil though (uh…. i think…. maybe it’s freezes). i like this website it makes me think LOL ok back to topic… uh boiling water is really hot, my mac and cheese was boiling hot yesterday and i numbed my tongue
When water reaches 100 degrees centigrade it goes through this process. As the bonds between water molecules are broken by the vibration of the heat, the water is turned to steam. Boiling is the transition phase between liquid and solid.
the water on the stove, the bubbles coming up over the pot. I can’t wait to pour it over my tea. It makes me think of hot, hot, steamy baths. Blood boiling like lava flowing over me. Boiling is another word for angry.
The water was boiling as I added noodles to the pot. Steam rose up as I took the lid off ten minutes later. I picked up my fork and stabbed a tender noodle. It bit into it slowly and the boiling water slid onto my tongue burning it but the noodle itself tasted like heaven.
a pot on a stove with water in it–this is what i think of when i hear the word boiling. more specifically i think of boiling water for pasta on my camping trip in california. this was the first time i boiled water and it was weird doing it in the woods.
boiling. its wen the water in a pot over a stove usually gets really hot and makes little bubbles in the water. it means the water is super hot, so dont touch it. the water makes little bubbling noises.
hot water is really dangerous. ive had boiling water pourded all over my hands before and it really hurt! they turned a redy colour after a little while and the pain was so bad that i had to leave my class at school and run to the washroom to put them under cold water but at least i missed science!
water is boiling downstairs in the kitchen. boiled eggs are a wonderful house food party addition. The hot water really burns and leaves nasty blisters. I almost fell down a hill today and my friend David got blisters on his feet from running with sandals on on rocky surface. Boiling water reminds me of a nice hot bath, but not too hot because my skin would burn off and that wouldn’t be fun.
It was a hot summer night…boiling if you will. Storms in the distance. Rolling thunder. It was a Tuesday evening and the tribe was playing. All that was necessary for a quality evening was a good friend and a gourmet feast of chicken and garlic pasta.
It was the tribe versus the sox and a heated debate between the two clubs. The tribe came out hot stikeing first with a solo blast to right center field from Jason Kipnis. The exuberance of the commentators of the 1100 am radio station from the Cleveland announcers was ecstatic with the early lead in the first after the drawn out rain delay. It was promising.
the boiling water steaming off the hot plain stove of my childhood abode was a simple reminder that most anything could be achieved. im sure that whoever came up with the idea to boil water was never credited or acknowledged.
My blood is boiling now, it will scald you if you touch it. You should know better than to make me this angry. I can’t take this anymore, and I think my heart is going to burst. I don’t want to cry anymore, so I guess I just need to get stronger.
Blood blood blood boils and she just stares at me, she just stares at me with tears in her eyes and love swelling up in her heart. And how I can tell her I can’t love her until she’s gone, how can I tell her that I am incapable of falling in love, how can I tell her anything?
hot water. I need this for macaroni. a watched pot never boils. man I’m so mad, im like boiling. There’s no AC in my car… so every day.. im boiling. I add salt and olive oil to that water o.o TEHE
Hot water. The macaroni is almost done. YAY! Boiling water says to me… macaroni and cheese is what’s for dinner. Boiling water is hot, I don’t suggest touching it. Or spilling it for that matter. It hurts. Like OW. So: Don’t spill the macaroni! Or you’ll be in pain and still be hungry.
The boiling water. Bubbling and brewing, like angry seas in Poseidon’s domain, angry seas filled with horrific beasts and monsters preying upon poor sailors. That was the only sound in the apartment. Everything else was silent. The detective entered the room to investigate. He found, then, a discarded piece of plastic jewelry on the floor. As he entered the cramped living room, he then smelt the aroma of rotting flesh. Then, he entered the main bedroom. The floor was stained with blood, and there was the rotting corpse of a woman lying face-down on the bed.
Hotness filled the air it amazed me how steaming it was. Every little second part throughout the week the boiling water continued to boil and boil. Days and days went by and still it continued to boil. Though thick in thin it continued to boil. As our life when on i looked bak and it was no longer boiling it stop and life had been calm once again.
She had never felt this angry before. She couldn’t think straight. She was fuming. She hated him.
Although, she couldn’t picture her life without him, she wanted him dead.
the pot on the stove keeps boiling over! Damn that power boiler! It’s so hard to make the twins lunch and worry about everything else- I shouldn’t have to worry about the stupid pot boiling over without warning! Seriously- It doesn’t even have a “little” boil, you know, those pre-boil bubbles. It just erupts!!! It drives me crazy and makes the stove a complete mess! Plus gives the twins something to giggle about.
The chicken was in the pot, and the water was definitely boiling. I don’t know if Tina knew about it though; she just kept on talking about how her boss treated her unfairly.
boiling. I feel like I have all these things bubbling up inside me, but when it comes time to spit them out, I just balk. It’s hard, because I like to be in control and this makes me feel trapped inside myself. Pretty soon it’s going to all come to a head, I know that. But wouldn’t that be better, though? Wouldn’t it be better for everything to come out in one huge lump than for it to come out in controlled bits, where I have to grit my teeth and just spit it out in dry, lifeless chunks? I’m all about the emotion.
Boiling water can burn your hand if you use hot water unsafely. Don’t be a fool when you play with boiling water…in fact, don’t play with boiling water. Use it only for important things, like cooking pasta and stuff like that. You would be a fool to play with something so hot and dangerous. An utter, utter fool.
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hot water and hot dogs in the water. Sounds all American to me. My mom makes them sometimes, usually when she doesn’t have time to cook. My favorite kind is definantely turkey, much better than beef in most instances, but I also like all beef kosher hot dogs whenever too.
i need to boil my bowl. its realllllly dirty. its got black tar caked all over the inside because i smoke miss mary jane multiple times a day. i used to clean it with rubbing alcohol and salt but i used all the rubbing alcohol and cant ask my mom to buy more haha she’ll know whats up. and im super drunk and high typing this. i love you all. <3 kayla.
i blew up the coffee pot last week trying to boil water in the next pot to brew in the glass with the grounds then went to smoke two cigarettes and came back in to exploded coffee grounds all over the kitchen and the plastic and metal melting off the pot – cigarettes strike again!!!
Water. I see flowing water. Bubbling out onto the stove. Spilling everywhere. Steam in the air. Boiling. When I’m mad, and want to yell. I feel hot and my hands are sweaty. I am boiling.
The only thing I could focus on was the boiling water in the pot on the stove. One thing at a time, that was how my mind was working now. I couldn’t focus on the small minuscule things like my mother coming down the stairs, or the creaking door opening in the gusts of wind. No, just focusing on what’s in front of me.
The sea boiled like it was about to over flow. the seagulls swarmed around the body like a great mass of white flies. i just stood one the beach screaming.
The pot was boiling, like skin in valcano. it was very hot and was not about to get any colder.
The old witch looked up and cried out to the children, “the water is ready my sweet dumplings…”
The water was boiling hot. Stupidly, she stuck her hand in it, just to see how hot it was. Apparently she couldn’t have dead squirrel tonight. “It’s not healthy anyways,” she thought. Who eats dead squirrels?
The water was boiling. I couldn’t stand being in the room a second longer. People were still staring at me. My face was burning up and my girlfriend was leaving the room.
The bird was so cute. It laid a nest outside of our house. He thought it was charming how the papa bird would stay with the eggs–and later babies–in the nest while the mother went out to find food. When our dog killed the father, though, we knocked down the nest with a broom and ate some very delicious dove stew for dinner.
The temperature is rising. You know it’s about to explode. The temper of your heart and head are colliding with his and you know it won’t be pretty. But what can you do? Are you going to let your boiling hot temper ruin everything you worked for? For while the sun provides light for the day, you never want to get too close.
boiling water is really hot water, honestly i don’t know how many degrees (celcius or fahrenheit) water boils at. i know alcohol doesn’t boil though (uh…. i think…. maybe it’s freezes). i like this website it makes me think LOL ok back to topic… uh boiling water is really hot, my mac and cheese was boiling hot yesterday and i numbed my tongue
When water reaches 100 degrees centigrade it goes through this process. As the bonds between water molecules are broken by the vibration of the heat, the water is turned to steam. Boiling is the transition phase between liquid and solid.
bubbling, pasta. red, thick, homemade tomatoe sauce. family meals. good times. laughter. love. full. sleep. wake up. eat again. repeat
the water on the stove, the bubbles coming up over the pot. I can’t wait to pour it over my tea. It makes me think of hot, hot, steamy baths. Blood boiling like lava flowing over me. Boiling is another word for angry.
The water was boiling as I added noodles to the pot. Steam rose up as I took the lid off ten minutes later. I picked up my fork and stabbed a tender noodle. It bit into it slowly and the boiling water slid onto my tongue burning it but the noodle itself tasted like heaven.
a pot on a stove with water in it–this is what i think of when i hear the word boiling. more specifically i think of boiling water for pasta on my camping trip in california. this was the first time i boiled water and it was weird doing it in the woods.
boiling. its wen the water in a pot over a stove usually gets really hot and makes little bubbles in the water. it means the water is super hot, so dont touch it. the water makes little bubbling noises.
hot water is really dangerous. ive had boiling water pourded all over my hands before and it really hurt! they turned a redy colour after a little while and the pain was so bad that i had to leave my class at school and run to the washroom to put them under cold water but at least i missed science!
water is boiling downstairs in the kitchen. boiled eggs are a wonderful house food party addition. The hot water really burns and leaves nasty blisters. I almost fell down a hill today and my friend David got blisters on his feet from running with sandals on on rocky surface. Boiling water reminds me of a nice hot bath, but not too hot because my skin would burn off and that wouldn’t be fun.
It was a hot summer night…boiling if you will. Storms in the distance. Rolling thunder. It was a Tuesday evening and the tribe was playing. All that was necessary for a quality evening was a good friend and a gourmet feast of chicken and garlic pasta.
It was the tribe versus the sox and a heated debate between the two clubs. The tribe came out hot stikeing first with a solo blast to right center field from Jason Kipnis. The exuberance of the commentators of the 1100 am radio station from the Cleveland announcers was ecstatic with the early lead in the first after the drawn out rain delay. It was promising.
the boiling water steaming off the hot plain stove of my childhood abode was a simple reminder that most anything could be achieved. im sure that whoever came up with the idea to boil water was never credited or acknowledged.
My blood is boiling now, it will scald you if you touch it. You should know better than to make me this angry. I can’t take this anymore, and I think my heart is going to burst. I don’t want to cry anymore, so I guess I just need to get stronger.
the bubbles burn faster, faster, without consideration to the crab at the bottom of the pot. He squirms, squirms, and then is still;lifeless.
I had ‘Sketti’s today >:D all by myself.
Blood blood blood boils and she just stares at me, she just stares at me with tears in her eyes and love swelling up in her heart. And how I can tell her I can’t love her until she’s gone, how can I tell her that I am incapable of falling in love, how can I tell her anything?
hot water. I need this for macaroni. a watched pot never boils. man I’m so mad, im like boiling. There’s no AC in my car… so every day.. im boiling. I add salt and olive oil to that water o.o TEHE
Hot water. The macaroni is almost done. YAY! Boiling water says to me… macaroni and cheese is what’s for dinner. Boiling water is hot, I don’t suggest touching it. Or spilling it for that matter. It hurts. Like OW. So: Don’t spill the macaroni! Or you’ll be in pain and still be hungry.
The boiling water. Bubbling and brewing, like angry seas in Poseidon’s domain, angry seas filled with horrific beasts and monsters preying upon poor sailors. That was the only sound in the apartment. Everything else was silent. The detective entered the room to investigate. He found, then, a discarded piece of plastic jewelry on the floor. As he entered the cramped living room, he then smelt the aroma of rotting flesh. Then, he entered the main bedroom. The floor was stained with blood, and there was the rotting corpse of a woman lying face-down on the bed.
Hotness filled the air it amazed me how steaming it was. Every little second part throughout the week the boiling water continued to boil and boil. Days and days went by and still it continued to boil. Though thick in thin it continued to boil. As our life when on i looked bak and it was no longer boiling it stop and life had been calm once again.
She had never felt this angry before. She couldn’t think straight. She was fuming. She hated him.
Although, she couldn’t picture her life without him, she wanted him dead.
the pot on the stove keeps boiling over! Damn that power boiler! It’s so hard to make the twins lunch and worry about everything else- I shouldn’t have to worry about the stupid pot boiling over without warning! Seriously- It doesn’t even have a “little” boil, you know, those pre-boil bubbles. It just erupts!!! It drives me crazy and makes the stove a complete mess! Plus gives the twins something to giggle about.
The chicken was in the pot, and the water was definitely boiling. I don’t know if Tina knew about it though; she just kept on talking about how her boss treated her unfairly.
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boiling. I feel like I have all these things bubbling up inside me, but when it comes time to spit them out, I just balk. It’s hard, because I like to be in control and this makes me feel trapped inside myself. Pretty soon it’s going to all come to a head, I know that. But wouldn’t that be better, though? Wouldn’t it be better for everything to come out in one huge lump than for it to come out in controlled bits, where I have to grit my teeth and just spit it out in dry, lifeless chunks? I’m all about the emotion.
Boiling water. Steam rising up. Fogging the kitchen windows. I’m starving.
Boiling water can burn your hand if you use hot water unsafely. Don’t be a fool when you play with boiling water…in fact, don’t play with boiling water. Use it only for important things, like cooking pasta and stuff like that. You would be a fool to play with something so hot and dangerous. An utter, utter fool.
hot, steaming, burning hands, steam rising, tea kettle hissing at a high frequency, raw skin, lava spilling into water, hands hurting, water spilling over, bubbles rising and spilling over a tin pot
hot water and hot dogs in the water. Sounds all American to me. My mom makes them sometimes, usually when she doesn’t have time to cook. My favorite kind is definantely turkey, much better than beef in most instances, but I also like all beef kosher hot dogs whenever too.
boiling is the thing that begins to be when u put a liquid on fire or somth worm it just begins to make bulbs and
i need to boil my bowl. its realllllly dirty. its got black tar caked all over the inside because i smoke miss mary jane multiple times a day. i used to clean it with rubbing alcohol and salt but i used all the rubbing alcohol and cant ask my mom to buy more haha she’ll know whats up. and im super drunk and high typing this. i love you all. <3 kayla.
i blew up the coffee pot last week trying to boil water in the next pot to brew in the glass with the grounds then went to smoke two cigarettes and came back in to exploded coffee grounds all over the kitchen and the plastic and metal melting off the pot – cigarettes strike again!!!
Water. I see flowing water. Bubbling out onto the stove. Spilling everywhere. Steam in the air. Boiling. When I’m mad, and want to yell. I feel hot and my hands are sweaty. I am boiling.
The only thing I could focus on was the boiling water in the pot on the stove. One thing at a time, that was how my mind was working now. I couldn’t focus on the small minuscule things like my mother coming down the stairs, or the creaking door opening in the gusts of wind. No, just focusing on what’s in front of me.
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