standing there in his flannel pajamas, bare feet on the wooden floor, she was happy. She was the kind of happy you could fill jars with, could fill eyes and mouths with. Her hands felt clean and her heart felt whole and she smelled like fire.
when i was little my mum used to take me on the trains because i used to love them. i wanted everything to do with them. i remember one day she bought me ice cream and as i was eating it i got it smushed on my face. she wiped it off with a flannel :P
flannel is a type of design, right? I’m not certain and I’m not sure if it is stylish. I have seen flannel shirts on men mostly, it seems to represent a kind of gentry
they are sometimes plaid and i don’t like plaid. they are warm. i think of amanda and the adirondacs, but i’ve never been to the adirondacs. I miss her family. her dog just died. they got a new one that looks just like it. she hasn’t met it yet.
Flannel pajamas are better than naked. Warm, soft, caressing the skin, they’re like a pillow for your body. Can’t catch on fire, they’re cotton, not synthetic.
He had come this way, I was sure of it. his scent filled the night air. Suddenly with the light night breeze, I felt the throbbing of the blood beneath my skin. The a whiff of blood in the small gusts filled my nostrils and made my mouth water. I smiled, my fangs gleaming in the moonlight as my gaze followed the scent. There trapped on the edge of the fence was a piece of blue and green flannel, semi soaked with his blood. Little did he know that was all I needed, this monster was soon to be mine. I’d teach him a thing or too about catching your prey, except mine were never innocent.
Flannels are interesting. I use one to wash my face because it’s important to not get blackheads and stuff. Unfortunately, I lost my flannel the other day and now have to buy a new one. I wonder if they have one at Boots. Then again, I probably won’t be able to go for a few days because I’m so busy.
Thats ridulous! not all lesbians wear flannel and drive pickup trucks! I drive a pickup truck, sure, but don’t own any flannels thankyou very much. Although I did used to wear my wifes…..
It was just a little piece of it, sitting there in the sunlight for everyone to see. She started sweating immediately, knowing this would be the end of it. The end of everything. Finally.
But when Joseph turned right at the moment when he would be best inclined to see that little piece of flannel that would give everything away, the sun shone directly in his eyes, causing him to duck his head and laugh. And just like that, the moment was over.
Flannel, little squares of symmetrical lines flowing up and down a shirt, dress, tie, or many other things. It gives a feeling of hard work, comfort, roughness, and stability.
His flannel shirt, stained with Pabst Blue Ribbon was lost in the sea of the concert-goers, as they swirled and tangoed into one mass of chanting, screaming projectiles. All was well.
I saw him wearing a flannel shirt in 90 degree weather. It was quite disturbing given that he wasn’t even sweating, or maybe the shirt was absorbing it. Who knows, but surely odd.
everytime you wear your flannel shirt i swoon. be mine be mine be mine. i want to look over in bed and see you lying there wearing the same flannel shirt you were wearing when i met you. i know you’re better than that. be mine be mine be mine. you’re never allowed to take off that flannel shirt.
t-shirts that i never liked to wear, i hated them, but then realized they are the best for home use, and sleep in cold winter nights, so now i use them sometimes and in my country house. It’s extremely gentle material =)
I have no idea what a flannel is. It sounds like it could be a piece of clothing. It also sounds like it could be part of a ship. It seems like it would have a very complicated purpose. I really have no idea, but I can guess.
It was really cold outside and my wife wanted the trash brought in. So I threw on my flannel jacket and raced outside to grab the trash cans. Little did I realize the ground had iced
I tried on a flannel shirt for the first time the other day,
and instead of being transformed into a farmer,
or a hick,
or someone I was not,
I found that the shirt fit,
and I was comfortable.
Clothes don’t make the man.
So don’t judge yourself or others.
Flannel is so warm and fuzzy.
I like the feel of it.
I wish I had some flannel pants.
Perhaps I will get some in the near future.
Maybe even this weekend when my parents and grandparents are here.
Flannel = winter weather. Flannel = me.
I lived in flannel in the early to mid 90s. I went to college in upstate NY and my closet was full of flannel shirts. It was the grunge era. Flannel and denim were the required uniform…I miss it now, sometimes.
I was wearing my flannel schmanel the day I went for the walk that did me in. It was a cold day and I didn’t want to freeze my nipples so I figured it was the best choice.
What a time for it to get caught between the doors of a subway train.
ok, right, it’s a piece of cloth. It’s also quite a symmetrical looking word. Erm, you use it to wipe your face. I always picture the colours blue and pink? Which is OK, ’cause those colours are lovely and whatnot. Also, i don’t know what else to write.
He always wore flannel
and smirked
but only at odd moments,
otherwise, he held his head up
watching, listening,
you always knew he was there,
but he never said a word.
The pattern was always the same with us. I watched your bare back while you pulled your shirt on. Always your back, you always left. Or maybe I was the one keeping you at a distance, I wasn’t sure. But it was our crossing paths, a shared moment. Moments that were short at logical intervals, but hot. Flannel always is, sometimes I wish we could be the threads weaved together instead. I watched your smiling eyes and laughed, “Lets interweave.”
Warm winter nights
Snowmen standing guard
Hot chocolate held tight
red runny noses
Endearing instead
of the usual Gross
Mommy and Daddy stealing
kisses under
the mistletoe
He tossed on the flannel jacket hanging from the hook next to the door, grabbed his axe, and began stepping out the door when a sudden wave of nostalgia struck him. He turned back and looked at the hook again, running his hands over its cold brass and thinking of when he had nailed the metal fixture into the wall, with the fireplace blazing happily behind him as his family chatted into the night. Shaking his head, he shoved the door open and stepped into the chilly autumn evening.
You use this to clean your face. You put water on this. Sometimes they are rough and sometimes they are smooth. It has seven letters in it. I like flannels
“Why do you always wear those shirts, Jaime? They’re ugly.”
“Ugly?” Jaime makes a face. “Come on, Brenda. They’re comfortable. They’re convenient. And they make me look very, very suave.” He smirks and pops his collar–she rolls her eyes at him, predictably.
I like how flannel feels on my skin. It’s nice because I’m fat and it doesn’t chafe my thighs. It also reminds me of christmas for some reason. It’s a lot better than that gay ass silk shit.
If I were a lumberjack, I’d wear flannel every day
I’d wear flannel with my flannel, ’cause that’s the way we play
my belt buckle is a moose head, cactus spikes my spurs
and I’d strut them proudly, ignoring all the slurs;
’cause I’m a hundred feet tall, with a beard on my chin
and my flannel makes me happy, ’cause it warms me from within.
This word makes me smile. Simply because it brings to mind his plaid red flannel shirt. The one he always lets me wear when I get chilly. The one that makes me feel warm (with love, and warmth) in the winter air.
standing there in his flannel pajamas, bare feet on the wooden floor, she was happy. She was the kind of happy you could fill jars with, could fill eyes and mouths with. Her hands felt clean and her heart felt whole and she smelled like fire.
when i was little my mum used to take me on the trains because i used to love them. i wanted everything to do with them. i remember one day she bought me ice cream and as i was eating it i got it smushed on my face. she wiped it off with a flannel :P
flannel is a type of design, right? I’m not certain and I’m not sure if it is stylish. I have seen flannel shirts on men mostly, it seems to represent a kind of gentry
they are sometimes plaid and i don’t like plaid. they are warm. i think of amanda and the adirondacs, but i’ve never been to the adirondacs. I miss her family. her dog just died. they got a new one that looks just like it. she hasn’t met it yet.
keeps me warm, keeps me safe. takes me to a different place.
Flannel pajamas are better than naked. Warm, soft, caressing the skin, they’re like a pillow for your body. Can’t catch on fire, they’re cotton, not synthetic.
He had come this way, I was sure of it. his scent filled the night air. Suddenly with the light night breeze, I felt the throbbing of the blood beneath my skin. The a whiff of blood in the small gusts filled my nostrils and made my mouth water. I smiled, my fangs gleaming in the moonlight as my gaze followed the scent. There trapped on the edge of the fence was a piece of blue and green flannel, semi soaked with his blood. Little did he know that was all I needed, this monster was soon to be mine. I’d teach him a thing or too about catching your prey, except mine were never innocent.
Flannels are interesting. I use one to wash my face because it’s important to not get blackheads and stuff. Unfortunately, I lost my flannel the other day and now have to buy a new one. I wonder if they have one at Boots. Then again, I probably won’t be able to go for a few days because I’m so busy.
Thats ridulous! not all lesbians wear flannel and drive pickup trucks! I drive a pickup truck, sure, but don’t own any flannels thankyou very much. Although I did used to wear my wifes…..
It was just a little piece of it, sitting there in the sunlight for everyone to see. She started sweating immediately, knowing this would be the end of it. The end of everything. Finally.
But when Joseph turned right at the moment when he would be best inclined to see that little piece of flannel that would give everything away, the sun shone directly in his eyes, causing him to duck his head and laugh. And just like that, the moment was over.
Flannel, little squares of symmetrical lines flowing up and down a shirt, dress, tie, or many other things. It gives a feeling of hard work, comfort, roughness, and stability.
SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY! Come on in and get a free Monday! To be sure if thee shall show thy flannel shirt, the blessing thee receives will not hurt!
PLOINK!!!!!
His flannel shirt, stained with Pabst Blue Ribbon was lost in the sea of the concert-goers, as they swirled and tangoed into one mass of chanting, screaming projectiles. All was well.
I saw him wearing a flannel shirt in 90 degree weather. It was quite disturbing given that he wasn’t even sweating, or maybe the shirt was absorbing it. Who knows, but surely odd.
everytime you wear your flannel shirt i swoon. be mine be mine be mine. i want to look over in bed and see you lying there wearing the same flannel shirt you were wearing when i met you. i know you’re better than that. be mine be mine be mine. you’re never allowed to take off that flannel shirt.
t-shirts that i never liked to wear, i hated them, but then realized they are the best for home use, and sleep in cold winter nights, so now i use them sometimes and in my country house. It’s extremely gentle material =)
I have no idea what a flannel is. It sounds like it could be a piece of clothing. It also sounds like it could be part of a ship. It seems like it would have a very complicated purpose. I really have no idea, but I can guess.
It was really cold outside and my wife wanted the trash brought in. So I threw on my flannel jacket and raced outside to grab the trash cans. Little did I realize the ground had iced
I tried on a flannel shirt for the first time the other day,
and instead of being transformed into a farmer,
or a hick,
or someone I was not,
I found that the shirt fit,
and I was comfortable.
Clothes don’t make the man.
So don’t judge yourself or others.
Flannel is so warm and fuzzy.
I like the feel of it.
I wish I had some flannel pants.
Perhaps I will get some in the near future.
Maybe even this weekend when my parents and grandparents are here.
Flannel = winter weather. Flannel = me.
I lived in flannel in the early to mid 90s. I went to college in upstate NY and my closet was full of flannel shirts. It was the grunge era. Flannel and denim were the required uniform…I miss it now, sometimes.
I already did flannel.
Why do I have to do flannel again?
I thought this would be a fun little exercise but now I’m exasperated.
I was wearing my flannel schmanel the day I went for the walk that did me in. It was a cold day and I didn’t want to freeze my nipples so I figured it was the best choice.
What a time for it to get caught between the doors of a subway train.
ok, right, it’s a piece of cloth. It’s also quite a symmetrical looking word. Erm, you use it to wipe your face. I always picture the colours blue and pink? Which is OK, ’cause those colours are lovely and whatnot. Also, i don’t know what else to write.
He always wore flannel
and smirked
but only at odd moments,
otherwise, he held his head up
watching, listening,
you always knew he was there,
but he never said a word.
The pattern was always the same with us. I watched your bare back while you pulled your shirt on. Always your back, you always left. Or maybe I was the one keeping you at a distance, I wasn’t sure. But it was our crossing paths, a shared moment. Moments that were short at logical intervals, but hot. Flannel always is, sometimes I wish we could be the threads weaved together instead. I watched your smiling eyes and laughed, “Lets interweave.”
a cozy blanket
a warm shirt
keeps me warm in autumn
The flannel shirt fit him. It made him comfortable. Even though his girlfriend accused him of living in the past with the rock t-shirt underneath.
He’d never give up his flannel.
Under the down blanket, next to the fireplace, snuggled in flannel is where you’ll find me this winter.
Hug me close, I can smell the wooden smell on you, the warmth your flannel holds of you. It’s all I need
Warm winter nights
Snowmen standing guard
Hot chocolate held tight
red runny noses
Endearing instead
of the usual Gross
Mommy and Daddy stealing
kisses under
the mistletoe
I’ve been seeing a trend of this. I’ve been at many a party where every male is wearing at least one article of clothing with this pattern.
flannel flannel flannel. I dont even know what to talk about flannel only that its hot and I wouldn’t wear it all that much.
Flannel has been superceded by fleece.
And yet, I don’t think the Grunge movement would have gone anywhere if everyone had been wearing Slankets.
Not that Slankets existed back then, mind you. But it would have been a much sweatier revolution.
He tossed on the flannel jacket hanging from the hook next to the door, grabbed his axe, and began stepping out the door when a sudden wave of nostalgia struck him. He turned back and looked at the hook again, running his hands over its cold brass and thinking of when he had nailed the metal fixture into the wall, with the fireplace blazing happily behind him as his family chatted into the night. Shaking his head, he shoved the door open and stepped into the chilly autumn evening.
You use this to clean your face. You put water on this. Sometimes they are rough and sometimes they are smooth. It has seven letters in it. I like flannels
“Why do you always wear those shirts, Jaime? They’re ugly.”
“Ugly?” Jaime makes a face. “Come on, Brenda. They’re comfortable. They’re convenient. And they make me look very, very suave.” He smirks and pops his collar–she rolls her eyes at him, predictably.
I like how flannel feels on my skin. It’s nice because I’m fat and it doesn’t chafe my thighs. It also reminds me of christmas for some reason. It’s a lot better than that gay ass silk shit.
If I were a lumberjack, I’d wear flannel every day
I’d wear flannel with my flannel, ’cause that’s the way we play
my belt buckle is a moose head, cactus spikes my spurs
and I’d strut them proudly, ignoring all the slurs;
’cause I’m a hundred feet tall, with a beard on my chin
and my flannel makes me happy, ’cause it warms me from within.
This word makes me smile. Simply because it brings to mind his plaid red flannel shirt. The one he always lets me wear when I get chilly. The one that makes me feel warm (with love, and warmth) in the winter air.