Canteens are great when your at camp. They have snacks, drinks, and sometimes other cool stuff. I hope you didn’t meet that thing you drink water out of. At my camp we used old syrup bottles and we froze the water in the night before so it would be cold most of the day. That was just a water bottle.
The great canteen free for all, the vast assembly line of genitals, narcotics and dubstep. The decorative inessentials of a nihilistic generation. The first truly nihilistic generation. The casualties of the sexual revolution and rock n’roll. “We are victims of our own affluence” he said.
I hiked up Mount Olympus two weeks ago and my friend brought a canteen to the top. It was strapped onto an olive green cloth belts that cinched her entire waist. A little metal piece dangled off the thick fabric, dangled down a few inches and led to the black plastic top of the stainless steel canteen. I stared at it for awhile, wondering what convenience it brought to her that my plastic bottle didn’t, I came to the conclusion that it was a hassle as it bounced around and jingled at the side of her hips.
nowadays the canteen is providing horrible food. bu tit is better than then mess which mixes up flour into the dosa mow and serves us rubber dosa
not only that they give very less nutrition in the food but we have to pay the whole amount at the begginging of the semester so the canteen is better because it allows for pay per meal and we get to hang out girls and boys together which we cant do in mess.
The relentless sun beat down on them and the sand scoured away the upper layers of their skin like they were potatoes that had been boiled too long. Mitchell suffered worse than most; he had been raised in Four Falls, Washington, the rainiest place in the US. Nothing had prepared him for the broiled sandpaper conditions in which he now found himself. “Hand me the canteen, will you?” Mitchell licked his lips and tasted only desert. “Dude, it’s been empty for hours,” Knowles croaked. “I know,” Mitchell replied. “But a guy can dream, can’t he?”
the canteen line was far too long. Katie waited there for at least fifteen minutes and lunch was nearly over. She was nowhere near the front of the line yet.
She shifted her fifty cent
he carried his half-empty, silver canteen with him as he trudged down the dirt path. he knew that when his water was gone, he’d have nothing left. he was most likely to dehydrate and die. but he kept his head up and continued on like there was nothing that he should be holding him back.
when she stepped into the canteen, she found that the blast had levelled the brick, leaving nothing but black ashen dust and the scarred faces of young men.
It’s one of the best places to hang out when you are in college.
You are sure to find friends idling in there.
My college canteen opened up to the basketball court, hence we were never short of entertainment.
What’s up with canteens, anyway? I didn’t even use one in Girl Scouts. I used one on a Boundary Waters trip with the drip I’m married to. They’re clunky. They’re round. What good memories do I have of a canteen? None.
I like to the lick off the bottom of plates and trays in the canteen. Sometimes I take my socks and shoes off and squash old chips underneath my toes. I shake vinegar all over the floor and pretend I’ve urinated when someone walks in. That’s life in the canteen.
Eat something anything looks like shit I dont know its all too expensive I just dont like that kind of food I dont want to pay that much for something I dont want But it would be normal to eat in this situation what would actually be nice? Nothing. Nothing here I’m just not in a food mood its either binge starve or force myself I dont even want a pie isn’t my sixty seconds up yet this is a hell of a long 60 seconds and I haven’t even said canteen yet, which is the teenage Cancer charity in New Zealand I’m bored I’m going to click the button
It was in the canteen when he first saw her. Big, billowy sail-like skirt, with a red geranium in her hair. The air was hot, and humid, usual for this time of year. He thought to approach her, but she was too beautiful, to exotic. Until…until she came up to him, asking him if he would like to dance. They moved across the floor, gracefully, sweetly, lusciously.
the smell from the canteen brought in the people swarming in from their days work. it was a small canteen, but people were nourished by what was there. The chef gave a smile as someone thanked him for the great lasagna.
The place where I go three times a day for meals, see my friends, catch up and re-connect before heading off to whatever activities we have next. It’s a place I always enjoy visiting; food makes me happy.
Let us sit in the caff and order caviar.
Stand at the bus stop and wait for our limousine.
I fancy some gum; will they change a fifty?
One time, just for a laugh, we stood outside
an AA meeting pouring champagne
down each other’s throats; we gurgled
and dribbled over tanned, moisturised chests.
And I stare right back, at the chav
with their lip strained to the eye, or yob
with their brow below their nose, or bum
waiting outside for that forty nine pounds.
I will stare and I will cross the street,
cross the world, if you are not me
The canteen was overflowing the people of all colors, ages and nationalities. It never used to be like this at all; in fact, you’d be lucky to find a single other soul eating lunch at any given time. I wondered what the hell was going on; and then I heard someone excitedly talking about the new addition to the menu. I thought I had misheard, but I soon enough heard the word again: baby brains.
I met D in the canteen, his eyes at least. It was on a very dull Wednesday, and the sky apparently agrees as it covered itself with a blanket of thick grey clouds of boredom. I spotted him during lunch when I was about to buy myself something to chow on. He was about to leave the line with his tray when he abruptly stopped for a while to inspect his food. And then, as if sensing my prying eyes, he turned to face me. I experienced the longest three seconds of my life as I stared into those beautiful large bright eyes framed by long thick lashes. I have never met such mysterious eyes before; dark, brooding, and ominous. They spoke of danger, yet his face says otherwise. Then he blinked. That’s when a freshman who was busy talking to her friends suddenly popped out of nowhere of my periphery and nearly made me spoil my food and before I had a chance to get a glimpse of his angelic face, he was out of the canteen.
It sat in a box for the last 16 years a dried up leathery hulk made of metal and plastic. where had I meant to travel with it? What was I thinking? I must have purchased it after I watched “City Slickers”.
it was where i fell inlove. there wasnt a glance across the room, or stars shining, but i did know, eventually that you would be mine. It certainly wasnt the food either. Over countless cups of what they called coffee, i finally had the courage to make you mine. Another lousy cup of sludge and a diamond ring and the canteen was ours forever.
Where I eat on a daily basis. Where I steal things. I’m sneaky. Clandestine. I’m supposed to pay for my salad, but I don’t. That’s the extent of how bad I am as a student; otherwise I’m a pretty okay kid. I don’t break a lot of rules, but I do enjoy my stolen salad every day at 1.30; it makes me feel bad. It makes me feel rebellious. I’ll never be caught. I’m untouchable.
this is going to be a wonderful event and has got lots of happy moments to spent with my parents and family, i lover nature at its best and want to see beautify in everything. this will add more courage and passion in my life and also in everything that come to me in the long journey.
The craziest place I’ve ever been is in the staff canteen if you know what I mean I don’t know if you’ve seen a place that’s really just so unclean it’s like hygiene you like things to have a sheen most likely they will from the washing machine so don’t feed me
She stares at him, three tables across.
The guy with the dark hair and curls she wants to put her fingers between. His brown eyes could be the last thing she would see and she wouldn’t complain.
She remembers how he whispered in her ear and how her knees weakened. How He kissed her quivering lips when they were out by the park in moonlight.
She sighs.
I had a canteen then I lost it. It was full of the water witch i got form the stream. I am so thirsty, it was green in color have you seen it? I am so thirsty please help. do you have some water? I think it is getting hotter.
When i was in primary school there used to be a canteen day every thursday and monday.
If you didn’t have a lunch order, you weren’t cool .
It sucks how you have to fit in, even when you are so young. All this pressure has made me in to who i am today, i compete with trends and make sure i’m up to date with everything thats going on, just to simply fit in.
hanging on the open door of the red phone booth was an old army canteen circa 1943. Someone had written “Bitch” in black marker across the front. Jensen shuffled up to the red box and reached for the canteen saying, “Yeah, I’m your bitch all right.”
Lying on the ground, feeling totally drained and weak, he looked up, to the scorching sun and hoped, oh he so hoped he could find the strength to stand up again and struggle to go on. He wondered how far he’d gone, must have been a few miles as his food had ran out and the canteen was now empty. To just wait for death, that was just not him.
The sun was bright. And it reflected into the canteen on the belt of the traveller. He called to his friends something. They kept walking. The snake bit him directly on the ankle. He cried out again. His friends didn’t turn. They kept walking. He whipped the canteen from his belt and smashed it on the snake, and the snake hissed wildly. The snake’s head caved in.
are canteens for booze or water? juice or gin? why would they be so small for just water? it makes no sense if you ask me, but i suppose i will just have to find out.
canteen is a place that children go to eat its where you get food and have food fights or annoy people it can be used for other things like dancing in high school musical they danced in the canteen it was stupid but they did, or in vampire diaries they killed someone in the canteen the canteen is a very popular place realy theres alway something happinging in the canteen even in twilight thats where bella sees edward for the first time so the canteenhold loads of mystery
Canteens are great when your at camp. They have snacks, drinks, and sometimes other cool stuff. I hope you didn’t meet that thing you drink water out of. At my camp we used old syrup bottles and we froze the water in the night before so it would be cold most of the day. That was just a water bottle.
school, cooking smell, very dark, but week black tea with lots of sugar. tiny tables, the radio’s playing pop songs.
The great canteen free for all, the vast assembly line of genitals, narcotics and dubstep. The decorative inessentials of a nihilistic generation. The first truly nihilistic generation. The casualties of the sexual revolution and rock n’roll. “We are victims of our own affluence” he said.
I love canteens they, keep me hydrated…
He filled his canteen, the creek coming up over his boots, licked clean the canyon dust from the pointy tips.
I hiked up Mount Olympus two weeks ago and my friend brought a canteen to the top. It was strapped onto an olive green cloth belts that cinched her entire waist. A little metal piece dangled off the thick fabric, dangled down a few inches and led to the black plastic top of the stainless steel canteen. I stared at it for awhile, wondering what convenience it brought to her that my plastic bottle didn’t, I came to the conclusion that it was a hassle as it bounced around and jingled at the side of her hips.
I am out of time to bring this to a conclusion
nowadays the canteen is providing horrible food. bu tit is better than then mess which mixes up flour into the dosa mow and serves us rubber dosa
not only that they give very less nutrition in the food but we have to pay the whole amount at the begginging of the semester so the canteen is better because it allows for pay per meal and we get to hang out girls and boys together which we cant do in mess.
food. dish. plates hungry people tables fork knife delicious need money nutritions pleasant water drinks salad vegetable meat smell nice
The relentless sun beat down on them and the sand scoured away the upper layers of their skin like they were potatoes that had been boiled too long. Mitchell suffered worse than most; he had been raised in Four Falls, Washington, the rainiest place in the US. Nothing had prepared him for the broiled sandpaper conditions in which he now found himself. “Hand me the canteen, will you?” Mitchell licked his lips and tasted only desert. “Dude, it’s been empty for hours,” Knowles croaked. “I know,” Mitchell replied. “But a guy can dream, can’t he?”
the canteen line was far too long. Katie waited there for at least fifteen minutes and lunch was nearly over. She was nowhere near the front of the line yet.
She shifted her fifty cent
he carried his half-empty, silver canteen with him as he trudged down the dirt path. he knew that when his water was gone, he’d have nothing left. he was most likely to dehydrate and die. but he kept his head up and continued on like there was nothing that he should be holding him back.
when she stepped into the canteen, she found that the blast had levelled the brick, leaving nothing but black ashen dust and the scarred faces of young men.
It’s one of the best places to hang out when you are in college.
You are sure to find friends idling in there.
My college canteen opened up to the basketball court, hence we were never short of entertainment.
What’s up with canteens, anyway? I didn’t even use one in Girl Scouts. I used one on a Boundary Waters trip with the drip I’m married to. They’re clunky. They’re round. What good memories do I have of a canteen? None.
I like to the lick off the bottom of plates and trays in the canteen. Sometimes I take my socks and shoes off and squash old chips underneath my toes. I shake vinegar all over the floor and pretend I’ve urinated when someone walks in. That’s life in the canteen.
Eat something anything looks like shit I dont know its all too expensive I just dont like that kind of food I dont want to pay that much for something I dont want But it would be normal to eat in this situation what would actually be nice? Nothing. Nothing here I’m just not in a food mood its either binge starve or force myself I dont even want a pie isn’t my sixty seconds up yet this is a hell of a long 60 seconds and I haven’t even said canteen yet, which is the teenage Cancer charity in New Zealand I’m bored I’m going to click the button
Commissary is very necessary.
sustain yourself but for a moment;
drink now from a different cup.
A single Source will provide all,
I drink in my world
and empty my heart.
It was in the canteen when he first saw her. Big, billowy sail-like skirt, with a red geranium in her hair. The air was hot, and humid, usual for this time of year. He thought to approach her, but she was too beautiful, to exotic. Until…until she came up to him, asking him if he would like to dance. They moved across the floor, gracefully, sweetly, lusciously.
the smell from the canteen brought in the people swarming in from their days work. it was a small canteen, but people were nourished by what was there. The chef gave a smile as someone thanked him for the great lasagna.
The place where I go three times a day for meals, see my friends, catch up and re-connect before heading off to whatever activities we have next. It’s a place I always enjoy visiting; food makes me happy.
Let us sit in the caff and order caviar.
Stand at the bus stop and wait for our limousine.
I fancy some gum; will they change a fifty?
One time, just for a laugh, we stood outside
an AA meeting pouring champagne
down each other’s throats; we gurgled
and dribbled over tanned, moisturised chests.
And I stare right back, at the chav
with their lip strained to the eye, or yob
with their brow below their nose, or bum
waiting outside for that forty nine pounds.
I will stare and I will cross the street,
cross the world, if you are not me
The canteen was overflowing the people of all colors, ages and nationalities. It never used to be like this at all; in fact, you’d be lucky to find a single other soul eating lunch at any given time. I wondered what the hell was going on; and then I heard someone excitedly talking about the new addition to the menu. I thought I had misheard, but I soon enough heard the word again: baby brains.
I met D in the canteen, his eyes at least. It was on a very dull Wednesday, and the sky apparently agrees as it covered itself with a blanket of thick grey clouds of boredom. I spotted him during lunch when I was about to buy myself something to chow on. He was about to leave the line with his tray when he abruptly stopped for a while to inspect his food. And then, as if sensing my prying eyes, he turned to face me. I experienced the longest three seconds of my life as I stared into those beautiful large bright eyes framed by long thick lashes. I have never met such mysterious eyes before; dark, brooding, and ominous. They spoke of danger, yet his face says otherwise. Then he blinked. That’s when a freshman who was busy talking to her friends suddenly popped out of nowhere of my periphery and nearly made me spoil my food and before I had a chance to get a glimpse of his angelic face, he was out of the canteen.
canteen
has to go! this was my thinking but now i miss canteen.p an
It sat in a box for the last 16 years a dried up leathery hulk made of metal and plastic. where had I meant to travel with it? What was I thinking? I must have purchased it after I watched “City Slickers”.
it was where i fell inlove. there wasnt a glance across the room, or stars shining, but i did know, eventually that you would be mine. It certainly wasnt the food either. Over countless cups of what they called coffee, i finally had the courage to make you mine. Another lousy cup of sludge and a diamond ring and the canteen was ours forever.
Where I eat on a daily basis. Where I steal things. I’m sneaky. Clandestine. I’m supposed to pay for my salad, but I don’t. That’s the extent of how bad I am as a student; otherwise I’m a pretty okay kid. I don’t break a lot of rules, but I do enjoy my stolen salad every day at 1.30; it makes me feel bad. It makes me feel rebellious. I’ll never be caught. I’m untouchable.
this is going to be a wonderful event and has got lots of happy moments to spent with my parents and family, i lover nature at its best and want to see beautify in everything. this will add more courage and passion in my life and also in everything that come to me in the long journey.
The craziest place I’ve ever been is in the staff canteen if you know what I mean I don’t know if you’ve seen a place that’s really just so unclean it’s like hygiene you like things to have a sheen most likely they will from the washing machine so don’t feed me
She stares at him, three tables across.
The guy with the dark hair and curls she wants to put her fingers between. His brown eyes could be the last thing she would see and she wouldn’t complain.
She remembers how he whispered in her ear and how her knees weakened. How He kissed her quivering lips when they were out by the park in moonlight.
She sighs.
I had a canteen then I lost it. It was full of the water witch i got form the stream. I am so thirsty, it was green in color have you seen it? I am so thirsty please help. do you have some water? I think it is getting hotter.
When i was in primary school there used to be a canteen day every thursday and monday.
If you didn’t have a lunch order, you weren’t cool .
It sucks how you have to fit in, even when you are so young. All this pressure has made me in to who i am today, i compete with trends and make sure i’m up to date with everything thats going on, just to simply fit in.
canteen are small shops that sell food, there serve a good purpose, i visit them often. there is one at our school, that serve some very tasting food.
Trees towering over the green benches we sat on, we snacked on peanuts while we chatted about groundnuts.
hanging on the open door of the red phone booth was an old army canteen circa 1943. Someone had written “Bitch” in black marker across the front. Jensen shuffled up to the red box and reached for the canteen saying, “Yeah, I’m your bitch all right.”
Lying on the ground, feeling totally drained and weak, he looked up, to the scorching sun and hoped, oh he so hoped he could find the strength to stand up again and struggle to go on. He wondered how far he’d gone, must have been a few miles as his food had ran out and the canteen was now empty. To just wait for death, that was just not him.
The sun was bright. And it reflected into the canteen on the belt of the traveller. He called to his friends something. They kept walking. The snake bit him directly on the ankle. He cried out again. His friends didn’t turn. They kept walking. He whipped the canteen from his belt and smashed it on the snake, and the snake hissed wildly. The snake’s head caved in.
are canteens for booze or water? juice or gin? why would they be so small for just water? it makes no sense if you ask me, but i suppose i will just have to find out.
canteen is a place that children go to eat its where you get food and have food fights or annoy people it can be used for other things like dancing in high school musical they danced in the canteen it was stupid but they did, or in vampire diaries they killed someone in the canteen the canteen is a very popular place realy theres alway something happinging in the canteen even in twilight thats where bella sees edward for the first time so the canteenhold loads of mystery