Comments on: pits

By: Sheridan

Sheridan — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 17:41:19 +0000

pits remind me of armpits and armpits are stinky but they also remind me of knee pits like the space under your knee where the joint is or whatever yeah I call it a knee pit mine gets really sweaty sometimes it’s pretty gross yup uhm pits pits pits can be peach pits and peaches are good so I guess pits aren’t all that bad

By: Andra

Andra — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 17:29:34 +0000

Pits might be dangerous. When one steps on them they can explode making their head fall of. They are extremely common in the Arabian countries where oil is need to be preserved from intruders.

By: Aya

Aya — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 17:20:37 +0000

hole on the ground. someplace where you are enclosed.an end. closed road. sullen feeling. obvious alone.

By: Maria

Maria — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 17:19:05 +0000

Pits in the ground full of dirt, and then flowers grow and they blossom into something beautiful. A pit full of beauty is formed. Beautiful flowers full of life, and love and happiness.

By: Tori

Tori — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 17:15:20 +0000

My pits are sweaty when I run and when I jump around. I like cherries, but the pits freak me out.

By: Martin

Martin — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 17:15:00 +0000

When you have seen the many pits you have stumbled upon, you realize the strength that lies within you.

By: Kiana

Kiana — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 17:13:57 +0000

Pits, like peach pits Or the pit of an apple, like the eye of an apple.
The complete center of something, such as the heart of palm, crunchy and chewy. Like the rings around a tree that tell you how old it is, like how if I like into your eyes I can tell how old you are, too. Isn’t that peachy?

By: Elena

Elena — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 17:13:51 +0000

Omg arm pits. Or ones in the ground. But ewww, gross… Smellllllllly! omg my school is Fort Pitt but spelt differently!!!!!!

By: Marie

Marie — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 17:13:16 +0000

The pits of the earth, the dark, raging areas in which I swear hell is. The bright, crackling fire; burning all the falls into it’s deep, never-ending drops. Each shelf of rock, waiting for a single rock to knock it into the depths of hell itself.

By: Petter Herman

Petter Herman — Wed, 20 Jun 2012 17:12:47 +0000

hule , vi kaller det det, hule. Inni kan du gå, hvis du tør, innover, oppover, ut igjen selvfølgelig, men i åpningen vil du stå og angre. Jeg lover.