When I was in 4th grade, a crazy teacher from the 5th grade came to our classroom as we were filing in for lunch and told us it would take 30 years for a straw to decompose in a landfill. That it would only decompose half way, and then it would take another 30 years to break down another half way. I think she got plastics and nuclear waste confused, but I still feel guilty whenever I use a straw.
She told him that this was the last straw. He drank from a small flask, through a straw. He ignored it. He didn’t even have to look at her to know it wasn’t really anymore. He didn’t know what he was saying anymore. He couldn’t look at her in the eyes, and know that the one was somewhere else, not next to him, not in love with him.
He chewed a straw idly between his teeth, looking his opponent up and down. Shunsui didn’t want to hurt the kid, would much rather drink some sake and have a few laughs with him instead. “Ah well, here we go.” the captain sighed, drawing his two swords.
I was driving today and saw a good deal of bails of hay on the side of the road and it got me thinking. What is the difference between straw and hay? Is there a difference? Hay comes is bails, but a bail of straw sounds silly…
hat tipped, the sipping noise form the tea glass strong beneath the drinker’s lips. a few blurred figures subsiding and growing in the heat like seagulls across a sea. the drinker sat on the beach, awaiting them to peck him out. the sand blew in his face and he squinted.
Well, let’s just say that this is the last straw that has broke this camel’s back, Jensen said as he looked at the naked hummer and her sawn off shotgun. He reached into the wheel barrow and pulled out a Tazer and aimed it straight at her and pulled the trigger, Pzztttzzzztttt!!!
i love straw. straw makes hay or vice versa im not sure. horses eat straw in barns or in fields but more so in barns. straw is made in fields or dried grass which is in fields where horses are. I like straw its fun except when you lose needles in it! Straw is dry but by gum its fun to play with. Or to make scarecrows! :) A plastic straw or the hay kinda straw im not sure but oh well.
the farmer in me wants to grab a piece of straw as i walk through a grassy field and place it on my bottom lip much like the blunt with the bendy-straw mouthpiece that my city boy personality smoked last week
Straws come in many different colors, I am thinking that my favorite color is probably a tealish blue turquoise color. If I had a straw of that color, I would probably want to drink vanilla coke out of it. Caffiene would probably be a good thing for me right now. I’ve had a couple of cups of coffee earlier, but am craving soda. Maybe that is why I am getting fat.
the strawberry that i was trying to get into my mouth got stuck in the straw. of course! in the universe, the root word always messes with the rest of the letters.
When i was younger, I used to take a straw and chew on it as though it were a cigar or some kind of cigarette. I of course never had the guts to try smoking, and nor am I inclined to start now, but straws have always been a nice alternative for me. Oh, and they’re good for drinking.
“That’s the last straw,” he muttered to me as we threw up the tailgate on the old Ford and leaned back to smoke our cigarettes, “man, oh, man, that was one heck of a load today wasn’t it partner?” He pulled his hat from the top of his head, pulled the sweat from his brow, and swatted it against his pants-leg to knock off some of the heavy layer of grime.
“Sure was.”
She placed him there, in a manger full of straw. Who could ever think that the King would be born in such a lowly place? In a stable on a busy night, forgotten and unknown. Mary, his mother, treasured this moment in her heart.
Tucker and I were coming up from the meadow, laughing about something and he was picking bits of straw from my hair, our lips all red from kissing. We got to the house and my mom was standing there, looking serious and sad. I was drunk on happy and made some smart ass comment about someone pissing her her Cheerios. She told me about Shiloh and the river.
Straw hats are a fashion statement. Not a very impressive fashion statement, to most eyes, but they are nonetheless–showing a spirit of everlasting summer, maybe, or just a lack of want for fancier dress. When they’re hand-made, sometimes they carry a pinch of love along with. If they’re bought, well, they still carry the style, and much of the meaning.
“This is the last straw!” I said after my so-called husband again confessed he’d been seeing his old high-school flame. I tried to forgive, but a woman can only take so much humiliation and pain before she comes to her senses. I was fed-up.
limes. lemonade. something a country boy puts between his teeth under the porch on a hot summers day. something i try to avoid for fear of wrinkles. straw. cows. straw.
The straw covered the earthy field in a complete haze. For miles, like the ocean rolling in the wind. It seemed no ending point was near. But she was ok with that. Escape
I want a pretty pink straw with cute little stars on it. And I want it to swirl near the top, so all the liquid has to go round and round. That would be so cool. Almost like a reverse slide.
The straw covered the earthy field in a complete haze. For miles like the ocean rolling in the wind. It seemed no ending point was near. But she was ok with that. Escape
hats can be made out of straw. You drink out of straws. Sometimes things come to the last straw as my mom says. When you are at your wits end. I don’t like being at my last straw. It normally is an uncomfortable situation. I would like a straw hat though, they are pretty cool. So yeah, straw…
With his straw hat, the farmer moved steadily to his broken tracktor. the clouds moved with the heat of mid day. Before he knew it the sun was gone and his life passed to the cold humor of dissapointment.
one time i saw a piece of straw and fed it to a camel. He didn’t like it much. Guess he usually eats alphalfa. No matter. He ate it and turned a sickly color of green. Then i realized it wasn’t much of straw at all. It was a snake. A brown thin snake. I killed my camel. He poofed into a cloud of smoke and the straw seemed to blow and laugh.
Crazy straws are the main use of entertainment for a childlike mind, not knowing how to respond to the imaginative shape that could literally be anything that the young brain can conceive.
Straw is the color of his hair, straw is the way it hangs in his face. Straw smells like fields, warm and beckoning to be traversed. Straw is like the beams of sunshine in the sky. Straw is hope and promise but it’s so simple some people don’t realize it. But it’s there, beautiful like green grass and everything.
The straw was practically pouring out of my skull. Or what should be my skull. I took my hands and stuffed it all back. I looked around wearily hoping not to see a flicker of a flame. There was none, but I was still worried of course.
Straws are something that I LOVE to use mainly because when I have a beverage, I hate it when the ice touches my teeth, so straws are very useful. I buy very colorful straws from Harris Teeter!
my dad makes milkshakes a lot. so i guess the word straw makes me think of them because he always gives me a straw. and you cant bend them if theyre bendy because theyll break.
straw hats are lining the tracks as the workers in the field ignore as the train goes by. On my way to the one place I could never see myself
When I was in 4th grade, a crazy teacher from the 5th grade came to our classroom as we were filing in for lunch and told us it would take 30 years for a straw to decompose in a landfill. That it would only decompose half way, and then it would take another 30 years to break down another half way. I think she got plastics and nuclear waste confused, but I still feel guilty whenever I use a straw.
She told him that this was the last straw. He drank from a small flask, through a straw. He ignored it. He didn’t even have to look at her to know it wasn’t really anymore. He didn’t know what he was saying anymore. He couldn’t look at her in the eyes, and know that the one was somewhere else, not next to him, not in love with him.
a straw.
so bendy,
hey wendy! pass me a straw
I need one
for my shake
that tastes like cake.
Hey Sally!
Are you keeping the tally?
That’s three already,
not fit for a lady
shit.
He chewed a straw idly between his teeth, looking his opponent up and down. Shunsui didn’t want to hurt the kid, would much rather drink some sake and have a few laughs with him instead. “Ah well, here we go.” the captain sighed, drawing his two swords.
I was driving today and saw a good deal of bails of hay on the side of the road and it got me thinking. What is the difference between straw and hay? Is there a difference? Hay comes is bails, but a bail of straw sounds silly…
hat tipped, the sipping noise form the tea glass strong beneath the drinker’s lips. a few blurred figures subsiding and growing in the heat like seagulls across a sea. the drinker sat on the beach, awaiting them to peck him out. the sand blew in his face and he squinted.
This was the last straw for me. I’m finished I’m done chasing after you. And I’m done letting you fuck with my emotions.
Well, let’s just say that this is the last straw that has broke this camel’s back, Jensen said as he looked at the naked hummer and her sawn off shotgun. He reached into the wheel barrow and pulled out a Tazer and aimed it straight at her and pulled the trigger, Pzztttzzzztttt!!!
rolling around in the hay.. i wish…
i love straw. straw makes hay or vice versa im not sure. horses eat straw in barns or in fields but more so in barns. straw is made in fields or dried grass which is in fields where horses are. I like straw its fun except when you lose needles in it! Straw is dry but by gum its fun to play with. Or to make scarecrows! :) A plastic straw or the hay kinda straw im not sure but oh well.
a cup, used with my kids, always searching,
the farmer in me wants to grab a piece of straw as i walk through a grassy field and place it on my bottom lip much like the blunt with the bendy-straw mouthpiece that my city boy personality smoked last week
Straws come in many different colors, I am thinking that my favorite color is probably a tealish blue turquoise color. If I had a straw of that color, I would probably want to drink vanilla coke out of it. Caffiene would probably be a good thing for me right now. I’ve had a couple of cups of coffee earlier, but am craving soda. Maybe that is why I am getting fat.
the sun was strong but the hat was straw. it kept the sun off his brow; it made his work lighter and more tolerable for the hot hours of the day.
the strawberry that i was trying to get into my mouth got stuck in the straw. of course! in the universe, the root word always messes with the rest of the letters.
When i was younger, I used to take a straw and chew on it as though it were a cigar or some kind of cigarette. I of course never had the guts to try smoking, and nor am I inclined to start now, but straws have always been a nice alternative for me. Oh, and they’re good for drinking.
“That’s the last straw,” he muttered to me as we threw up the tailgate on the old Ford and leaned back to smoke our cigarettes, “man, oh, man, that was one heck of a load today wasn’t it partner?” He pulled his hat from the top of his head, pulled the sweat from his brow, and swatted it against his pants-leg to knock off some of the heavy layer of grime.
“Sure was.”
i would like to know who decided to stick a piece of it in their mouths in the first place..
She placed him there, in a manger full of straw. Who could ever think that the King would be born in such a lowly place? In a stable on a busy night, forgotten and unknown. Mary, his mother, treasured this moment in her heart.
The straw for my drink was too big. It felt inappropriate to drink from it in front of children. I didn’t realize they sold shakes AND porn.
Tucker and I were coming up from the meadow, laughing about something and he was picking bits of straw from my hair, our lips all red from kissing. We got to the house and my mom was standing there, looking serious and sad. I was drunk on happy and made some smart ass comment about someone pissing her her Cheerios. She told me about Shiloh and the river.
Straw hats are a fashion statement. Not a very impressive fashion statement, to most eyes, but they are nonetheless–showing a spirit of everlasting summer, maybe, or just a lack of want for fancier dress. When they’re hand-made, sometimes they carry a pinch of love along with. If they’re bought, well, they still carry the style, and much of the meaning.
“This is the last straw!” I said after my so-called husband again confessed he’d been seeing his old high-school flame. I tried to forgive, but a woman can only take so much humiliation and pain before she comes to her senses. I was fed-up.
limes. lemonade. something a country boy puts between his teeth under the porch on a hot summers day. something i try to avoid for fear of wrinkles. straw. cows. straw.
The straw covered the earthy field in a complete haze. For miles, like the ocean rolling in the wind. It seemed no ending point was near. But she was ok with that. Escape
I want a pretty pink straw with cute little stars on it. And I want it to swirl near the top, so all the liquid has to go round and round. That would be so cool. Almost like a reverse slide.
The straw covered the earthy field in a complete haze. For miles like the ocean rolling in the wind. It seemed no ending point was near. But she was ok with that. Escape
oh, I’m sorry, Straw.
hats can be made out of straw. You drink out of straws. Sometimes things come to the last straw as my mom says. When you are at your wits end. I don’t like being at my last straw. It normally is an uncomfortable situation. I would like a straw hat though, they are pretty cool. So yeah, straw…
With his straw hat, the farmer moved steadily to his broken tracktor. the clouds moved with the heat of mid day. Before he knew it the sun was gone and his life passed to the cold humor of dissapointment.
one time i saw a piece of straw and fed it to a camel. He didn’t like it much. Guess he usually eats alphalfa. No matter. He ate it and turned a sickly color of green. Then i realized it wasn’t much of straw at all. It was a snake. A brown thin snake. I killed my camel. He poofed into a cloud of smoke and the straw seemed to blow and laugh.
The last straw
I helped him blow his nose
listen to him complain
that his room was too
hot for sleeping
shut his door just
a little too hard
too loud
and bid him one
more goodnight
through clenched teeth.
straw .
straw .
straw .
straw .
straw .
Crazy straws are the main use of entertainment for a childlike mind, not knowing how to respond to the imaginative shape that could literally be anything that the young brain can conceive.
Straw is the color of his hair, straw is the way it hangs in his face. Straw smells like fields, warm and beckoning to be traversed. Straw is like the beams of sunshine in the sky. Straw is hope and promise but it’s so simple some people don’t realize it. But it’s there, beautiful like green grass and everything.
The straw was practically pouring out of my skull. Or what should be my skull. I took my hands and stuffed it all back. I looked around wearily hoping not to see a flicker of a flame. There was none, but I was still worried of course.
Straw is cool. I know a man made of straw
Straws are something that I LOVE to use mainly because when I have a beverage, I hate it when the ice touches my teeth, so straws are very useful. I buy very colorful straws from Harris Teeter!
my dad makes milkshakes a lot. so i guess the word straw makes me think of them because he always gives me a straw. and you cant bend them if theyre bendy because theyll break.