Bundle up, Children. It’s cold out there in the world of heated debate and hot heads.
Gloria
bundle
Anonymous
i want to bundle up in a blanket. like a package. that i’ll mail to you with love. i’m just a big old bundle of love.
Anonymous
There was a bundle of sticks in the middle of the lawn. A rabbit, quite curious, ran over to the bundle and analyzed it. As there was nothing of import to the rabbit, he left.
Michael
The bundle of thatch burned better than I had thought it would. Just a little grease on the end, and it made a great torch, who knew?
I grasped the end of it and crawled into the dark tunnel, holding my breath as my claustrophobia kicked in…
This was going to be a long journey…
Raelyn
The bundle of blankets on the doorstep was of little consequence to her. That it was, until Avery heard a small, pathetic noise coming from within. “What the hell,” she murmured to herself, bending forward to scoop the materials into her arms. Upon further inspection, she found a small child within, a scar running from the upper lid of its left eye down across its face to its chin. A little girl with rose-colored lips and pale, peach-colored skin had been left on the landing in front of her door. “What am I supposed to do with you, little one?”
Meg
I thought he was a bundle of joy, and that we would forever remain together. He was mine and I was his, and yet I have come to the point of despising all that he is. But I don’t have the heart to tell him that it is over, because some part of me wants to keep what was USED to have.Bundle of shit, is what this is.
DOne
“Let go of the bundle.”
“No.”
The word was spoken with a simple clarity that echoed refusal in not only the obvious sentiment of the word, but in her tone, her posture, her attitude. Her eyes fixated him clearly, their lucid blue color burning a hole straight through his ugly face.
“I’m not letting go of it. You’ll have to kill me first.”
She had no time to say anything, because the bullet spiraled straight into her heart.
S
Bundle…Hmm. So many things could be written about a bundle. Any ideas? Lol.
Raulwyn Lumbell
There was abundle of socks sitting on the stair. I asked my mom who they belonged to but she did not answer. HEr silence puzzled me, why would a seemlessly innocent bundle of socks cause her to react in such a guarded manner.
Julia
I bundle up in my bed at night. The warm blankets cover me from the cool breeze from a fan. Bundles of pillows all around me, keeping me comfortable all night.
miranda Serene
a bundle of joy brought to this earth in the form of a little baby.
sarah
a little bundle of joy a boundle of love bundle up in the cold cold weather we’re having a bundle you pack when leaving for good when no one really wants you. i have a bundle of thoughts to sort through everyday and every night.
jimmie
She scrambled around under the trailer. Mama can’t know, no one can know. No one would ever know. With her fingers she dug, dug until the rocks and pebbles tore her fingertips, mixing blood and dirt. A burn that she would feel upon waking in the morning, surprise and confused, if only momentarily by her dirty sheets and mudd encrusted knees. Digging, “scrabbling in the dirt like a god damn animal,” her mother would say. When the whole was about as deep as her forearm she stopped, catching her breath, wondering if she’d been breathing at all. Brushing her hair out of her mouth, tasting blood and grit on her hand, she straightened up as much as she could, which wasn’t much. A piece of ply wood lay nearby, left over from the doghouse Mama’s last man, Tim, had made the week before Mama threw him out. Dropping the bundle in the hole and filling it in with the earth that was now sprinkled with her blood, she pushed the piece of plywood over top, “Stop those pesky, shit eating, yard wrecking dogs,” and crawled out from under the trailer.
Anonymous
a bundle of sticks your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries berries strawberry jam on toast with tea what are the flight patterns of tropicall birds what is your favorite color and what is the wind speed velocity of a
Anonymous
A bundle of joy or a bundle of.
sue
The bundle had hemp string wrapped around it. It was worn with layers of tape that had failed and were covering the old cardboard.
Emma
i bundled myself in lies
as i stared out the window to my demise
a wonderland of blue and white
not looking forward to a lonely night
Just Jes
clothes that are about to be washed
they smell homely
not unpleasant
some have stains
others the dirt is not noticeable
some not even in need of a wash
but they will get a wash
then they will all smell nice
and we will wear them and they will be nice.
arran
Bundle
Just over 14 years ago, I received my most precious bundle of joy in my arms. When I look at him today I am amazed as to how this big boy was just a wee bundle snuggling on my chest not too long ago.
Ethelyn
A bundle is a group of things.
It is a very interesting word.
I would like to have a few bundles of money.
That way I could buy lots of stuff. Somtimes I hear people use the word.
Iceman nonpchelp.com
What is a bundle? is it a mass amount of objects or just a clutter of crap… crap that you believe you will still need in the near future.
anya
a bundle of joy. This is usually the description of a newborn child brought to a family by God. This could also mean a new person brought to another through destiny. love. love between two people.
Danielle fatovic
bundle of joy
baby bundle
bundle of energy
bundled deal
Anonymous
It is so cold outside. Layers. Thick socks, then corduroys. Tank top, sweater, scarf, then coat.
Dianne
i cant type fast imiss my mom i want a hug i dont like c
brittneymarsters
Everything we carry with us in life tends to get a little squashed. As a rule, it’s easiest to carry a lot of stuff around if you bundle it together — you only have two hands. Problem is, we knock all the pieces against each other, and they can end up pretty bruised.
Joel
The bundle of sheets were still laying there, stark white against the wooden floor. I bent over to touch them, but Sally barked.
“What is it girl?” I asked. She sat down and looked at me. She looked too scared for a dog. It was almost human, the fear on her face.
“They’re just sheets…” I said. She barked again and slumped to the floor, resting her head on her paws. She was terrified of the sheets.
So, I guess I should have been, too.
Ham
The bundle of clothing on my floor is seeping through the carpet and making its way to the concrete. Sometimes i wish the world would open its pours and let my clothes become its pimple. I find my self disgusting, I find the bundle of filth a part of me.
Christian Filardo
i need to bundle up. its snowing inches and inches. too fucking much actually. i want to leave this house. my plans were ruined. my friends stuck in wintergreen. i dont get to try something new tonight. i get to stay home and bundle up because of the freezing cold. or ill go to meres. and go night sleeding with some people. maybe i love the snow.
bals
A bundle of white sheets were on the floor. They weren’t there this morning. It was strange to think that she’d left them here, after packing up everything else she could put her hands on.
White sheets. I hated white sheets. I had a black labrador, and when she moved in with me, she brought white sheets.
Ham
I live in wisconsin where the days in winter are so cold, it is a constant must that you bundle up. Layers must be warn in order to be completely warm.
CAB
a bundle of joy parents call is a child. a bundle of clothes is needed when you want to stay warm. i wish life wasn’t so bundled up, or is it? because i feel like it is. bundle rhymes with fumble, fumbled up words goes with a bundle of words.
allison
I have a bundle of problems. They wont go away, but I must go forward. What is this place that we live in? Who are these people
Amanda
dont know, i am norwegian
oda
a bundle of sticks sat at the end of the driveway after mom had collected them from the yard. i waved her over and she dropped two more into the pile before meeting me on the porch.
“I’m going over to Kristen’s for a little bit.”
melinda
i already wrote about bundle. i don’t want to write about bundles again. give me something besides bundle. i’ll bundle you bundling up in a bundle. Bundleberry bundletown of bundlepeople in bundington. Bundle bundle bundle bundle boo
Anonymous
and he picked up the bundle, full of all the little things he could fit and pack. he was gone, tonight, and tomorrow morning his mother would walk into his bedroom to whisper her apologies, only to find a pillow, a sheet, and an empty bed.
Collette
Bundle of roses and chicken heads, too. I like your feet all covered in sand–not algae. Never algae. Kisses for roses on noses and toes. Bundle up, don’t want to get cold.
Z mon
bundle them together
do it now
no difference between two or three, make them one group
one being
one bundle, that is all
Bundle up, Children. It’s cold out there in the world of heated debate and hot heads.
bundle
i want to bundle up in a blanket. like a package. that i’ll mail to you with love. i’m just a big old bundle of love.
There was a bundle of sticks in the middle of the lawn. A rabbit, quite curious, ran over to the bundle and analyzed it. As there was nothing of import to the rabbit, he left.
The bundle of thatch burned better than I had thought it would. Just a little grease on the end, and it made a great torch, who knew?
I grasped the end of it and crawled into the dark tunnel, holding my breath as my claustrophobia kicked in…
This was going to be a long journey…
The bundle of blankets on the doorstep was of little consequence to her. That it was, until Avery heard a small, pathetic noise coming from within. “What the hell,” she murmured to herself, bending forward to scoop the materials into her arms. Upon further inspection, she found a small child within, a scar running from the upper lid of its left eye down across its face to its chin. A little girl with rose-colored lips and pale, peach-colored skin had been left on the landing in front of her door. “What am I supposed to do with you, little one?”
I thought he was a bundle of joy, and that we would forever remain together. He was mine and I was his, and yet I have come to the point of despising all that he is. But I don’t have the heart to tell him that it is over, because some part of me wants to keep what was USED to have.Bundle of shit, is what this is.
“Let go of the bundle.”
“No.”
The word was spoken with a simple clarity that echoed refusal in not only the obvious sentiment of the word, but in her tone, her posture, her attitude. Her eyes fixated him clearly, their lucid blue color burning a hole straight through his ugly face.
“I’m not letting go of it. You’ll have to kill me first.”
She had no time to say anything, because the bullet spiraled straight into her heart.
Bundle…Hmm. So many things could be written about a bundle. Any ideas? Lol.
There was abundle of socks sitting on the stair. I asked my mom who they belonged to but she did not answer. HEr silence puzzled me, why would a seemlessly innocent bundle of socks cause her to react in such a guarded manner.
I bundle up in my bed at night. The warm blankets cover me from the cool breeze from a fan. Bundles of pillows all around me, keeping me comfortable all night.
a bundle of joy brought to this earth in the form of a little baby.
a little bundle of joy a boundle of love bundle up in the cold cold weather we’re having a bundle you pack when leaving for good when no one really wants you. i have a bundle of thoughts to sort through everyday and every night.
She scrambled around under the trailer. Mama can’t know, no one can know. No one would ever know. With her fingers she dug, dug until the rocks and pebbles tore her fingertips, mixing blood and dirt. A burn that she would feel upon waking in the morning, surprise and confused, if only momentarily by her dirty sheets and mudd encrusted knees. Digging, “scrabbling in the dirt like a god damn animal,” her mother would say. When the whole was about as deep as her forearm she stopped, catching her breath, wondering if she’d been breathing at all. Brushing her hair out of her mouth, tasting blood and grit on her hand, she straightened up as much as she could, which wasn’t much. A piece of ply wood lay nearby, left over from the doghouse Mama’s last man, Tim, had made the week before Mama threw him out. Dropping the bundle in the hole and filling it in with the earth that was now sprinkled with her blood, she pushed the piece of plywood over top, “Stop those pesky, shit eating, yard wrecking dogs,” and crawled out from under the trailer.
a bundle of sticks your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries berries strawberry jam on toast with tea what are the flight patterns of tropicall birds what is your favorite color and what is the wind speed velocity of a
A bundle of joy or a bundle of.
The bundle had hemp string wrapped around it. It was worn with layers of tape that had failed and were covering the old cardboard.
i bundled myself in lies
as i stared out the window to my demise
a wonderland of blue and white
not looking forward to a lonely night
clothes that are about to be washed
they smell homely
not unpleasant
some have stains
others the dirt is not noticeable
some not even in need of a wash
but they will get a wash
then they will all smell nice
and we will wear them and they will be nice.
Bundle
Just over 14 years ago, I received my most precious bundle of joy in my arms. When I look at him today I am amazed as to how this big boy was just a wee bundle snuggling on my chest not too long ago.
A bundle is a group of things.
It is a very interesting word.
I would like to have a few bundles of money.
That way I could buy lots of stuff. Somtimes I hear people use the word.
What is a bundle? is it a mass amount of objects or just a clutter of crap… crap that you believe you will still need in the near future.
a bundle of joy. This is usually the description of a newborn child brought to a family by God. This could also mean a new person brought to another through destiny. love. love between two people.
bundle of joy
baby bundle
bundle of energy
bundled deal
It is so cold outside. Layers. Thick socks, then corduroys. Tank top, sweater, scarf, then coat.
i cant type fast imiss my mom i want a hug i dont like c
Everything we carry with us in life tends to get a little squashed. As a rule, it’s easiest to carry a lot of stuff around if you bundle it together — you only have two hands. Problem is, we knock all the pieces against each other, and they can end up pretty bruised.
The bundle of sheets were still laying there, stark white against the wooden floor. I bent over to touch them, but Sally barked.
“What is it girl?” I asked. She sat down and looked at me. She looked too scared for a dog. It was almost human, the fear on her face.
“They’re just sheets…” I said. She barked again and slumped to the floor, resting her head on her paws. She was terrified of the sheets.
So, I guess I should have been, too.
The bundle of clothing on my floor is seeping through the carpet and making its way to the concrete. Sometimes i wish the world would open its pours and let my clothes become its pimple. I find my self disgusting, I find the bundle of filth a part of me.
i need to bundle up. its snowing inches and inches. too fucking much actually. i want to leave this house. my plans were ruined. my friends stuck in wintergreen. i dont get to try something new tonight. i get to stay home and bundle up because of the freezing cold. or ill go to meres. and go night sleeding with some people. maybe i love the snow.
A bundle of white sheets were on the floor. They weren’t there this morning. It was strange to think that she’d left them here, after packing up everything else she could put her hands on.
White sheets. I hated white sheets. I had a black labrador, and when she moved in with me, she brought white sheets.
I live in wisconsin where the days in winter are so cold, it is a constant must that you bundle up. Layers must be warn in order to be completely warm.
a bundle of joy parents call is a child. a bundle of clothes is needed when you want to stay warm. i wish life wasn’t so bundled up, or is it? because i feel like it is. bundle rhymes with fumble, fumbled up words goes with a bundle of words.
I have a bundle of problems. They wont go away, but I must go forward. What is this place that we live in? Who are these people
dont know, i am norwegian
a bundle of sticks sat at the end of the driveway after mom had collected them from the yard. i waved her over and she dropped two more into the pile before meeting me on the porch.
“I’m going over to Kristen’s for a little bit.”
i already wrote about bundle. i don’t want to write about bundles again. give me something besides bundle. i’ll bundle you bundling up in a bundle. Bundleberry bundletown of bundlepeople in bundington. Bundle bundle bundle bundle boo
and he picked up the bundle, full of all the little things he could fit and pack. he was gone, tonight, and tomorrow morning his mother would walk into his bedroom to whisper her apologies, only to find a pillow, a sheet, and an empty bed.
Bundle of roses and chicken heads, too. I like your feet all covered in sand–not algae. Never algae. Kisses for roses on noses and toes. Bundle up, don’t want to get cold.
bundle them together
do it now
no difference between two or three, make them one group
one being
one bundle, that is all