cards are for displaying baseball characters. You can play cards as a game. cards hold notes when you are givig a speech. cards are geat to send a friend or loved onje on a holiday or birthdcay to tell them you love them. Cards are something I want to sell inh my store. Cards can be given for weddings, anniversary, birthday, halloween, christmas
sally
The index cards were clean and intimidating. I didn’t really want to write on them, I didn’t want to tarnish their perfect beauty. My therapist says this is because of my OCD tendencies. I guess I have to believe him when he says this, but does that really mean I have to change my actions on it?
everest joann
I like to play cards of any kind. There are so many varieties and anyone from young to old can play them. The games I like best are spoons and gin rummy.
rjw
Drunk? I am not drunk. I was playing cards with some friends. Sure, we were drinking, but drinking doesn’t mean drunk. When you’re playing cards, one has to maintain. That is, if you plan on winning. If you don’t, well then, knock yourself out. Get hammered if you want to, but don’t come back crying to us. You’re either in, or you’re out. If you’re in, then you’re expected to play.
Doug McIntire
i play with them on long trips . with my grandma. she bring them everywhere in her beige travel bag that shes had since i can remember and what seems like centruies ago. cards are what i use with my friends to play the drinking game kings cup cards are whta i use when i need something in my hands. i like cards kids can play with them teens can, old people can. cards are cards and usedul with everyone.
jessica aguilar
I’ts not the cards you hold that matters, but how you play it.
Kay
things that you write in for people you know
Heather
She flips through the cards in the Hallmark section of the store. She said they were still friends, and even though she knows nothing will ever come of their friendship again and wishes only that perhaps something could, she knows she has to buy him a card. Because they’re still friends.
A distant “Happy Birthday” with a bird on the front. Signs her name, nothing more.
Jaclyn
cards are something people buy for occasions they think necessary. they make cards to play games with, to write notes on, and put business information on. i think the person who started marketing cards for holidays and occasions was pretty smart and rather selfish. I mean making your own cards is rather personal and sincere than buying them but who has time anymore? I like to play card games with my friends, it’s pretty entertaining without using a television.
Todd Hailey
Men are like cards. We are the magicians. Sometimes, when we’re just learning and starting out, we pick the wrong card. A lot. But eventually, after some failures, we finally pick the right card.
The house of cards takes a step, stumbles, and then collapses on itself in a whirlwind of clubs and diamonds. The numbers all come crashing down, and the nobility follows behind them, a flimsy plastic rain to mark the end of it all.
cards litter the table. white at one point in time, now stained with ink and bent around the edges. finals week is going to kill me, but at least i’ll be well informed when i die.
“coffee break?”
RabidWriterGirl
Cards means many things, from greeting cards to playing cards.. But my favorite are greeting cards. Especially the ones that you don’t expect. You’re just going along, living your daily life & then the next thing you know, you’ve got mail. Who doesn’t love mail? (: It’s the best thing ever. I really love greeting cards.
cards? cards–i think of flashcards. seems like i used flashcards a lot in school. i was homeschooled. did my sister and i study using flashcards? maybe i didn’t really use them.
also, there’s credit cards. hnr block is supposed to load money to my green hrblock card. emerald, actually.
ted
cards cards cards i like them, they are fun to play with, you can do anything with them, make castles, houses, even stairs. blah blah blah, poker face poker face
Marie
playing cards is an interesting activity doing with your friends. It’s like a competition and brain practicing opportunity which cannot only train you but also tell us who is indeed smart.
the cards are fun, I love playing with them with my friends, they get so drunk everytime we play. credit cards may be my favorite cards, yeap, they are fun.
I don’t have one but it should be awesome to have one, I need to get one… :)
mirie
Putting someones cards on the table is not a tactful move, nor is it an effective diplomatic move.
But if the person you’re dealing with is looking for honesty, thats probably the best way to go about it! :)
Aastha
There were cards everywhere, the queen of spades was covered in my blood, my consciousness was fading… damn i could’ve won.
juanita
this house of cards is bound to fall, as they always do, with the slightest irregular breath, inevitably temporary
I like to make cards for my family and friends on their birthdays and on new year. We don’t celebrate christmas, but we do celebrate holi and diwali and durga puja and stuff and i write cards every holiday seasons. I’m really creative and i like to expiriment with cards.
Naaz
sometimes we play, sometimes we just sit and write all day. can we find anything else to do with our lives other than play gold fish? pick them all up off the ground and we’ll have a solid 52. Unless we’re talking thank you cards. I’ve gotten those down to a perfect, unemotional formula.
blue butt
I dont know why I wrote that
this make me think of babies…maybe
and when i think of babies i think blue like the outfit a boy wears
and butts
mostly because everyone says smooth as a baby’s bottom
so yes
cards, in lilac, makes me think blue butt
like a small male infant
chesley
poker vegas casinos money goldfish hard tower fragile delicate holidays valentines day thanksgiving credit bills bad
Nubia
The cards toppled as she blew the card house down. She had always hated that stupid thing, and now that she was sneaking away she wanted one last bit of retribution for the wasted hours helping him glue it together. She gathered the last of her things and stalked out the door, the pitter-patter of polished card board hitting the carpet followed her out.
She ran down the stairs, stumbling as floorboards came loose, and ducking papers that whizzed through the air. Behind the racket of the windows convulsing was the giant, vacuous sound of the tornado’s wind, which stung her ears as she rushed on. Running towards the door, she was suddenly blocked by a falling piece of plaster labeled “Hallmark” which had once declared this shattering shack’s name. As she desperately attempted to move it, a whirlwind melee carried on behind her, migration of a thousand colorful cards. Aviary happy birthdays, thank yous, and get wells filled the air with splendor, followed by a few goodbyes as the earth collapsed on her.
Cards. Flipping cards, shuffling cards, cards are ridiculously mundane. Mix cards with alcohol, and then mix that with a beautiful girl who broke your heart and see how that works. Cards can become a release, an outlet to a different, exciting world, but not the way she plays the game, so unfairly. Cards can hurt and cut like a razorblade.
Jay Aviles
playing deliciousness and never thought i could win so much money i could play with you for hours but i should pick them up off the ground eventually we’ll learn how to play new games that arent as awkward as go fish how about war or bingo or something like pimps and hoes theres 52 of them,
Jack Dolan
poker playing with Hallmark cards could be stacking the deck in favor of Mother’s Day, Valentine’s Day, Father’s Day or any other holiday created to sell holiday cards
jay
Cards. I never buy cards. When I was single I would look at cards and wish I had someone to give them to. Alas, I am now married and haven’t bought a single greeting card for wifey. I dont call her that by the way. It’s’ crazy to have someone else write your feelings, right? Wrong. It’s awesome. We do it all the time in music. Someone else helps us express what we’re going through or have gone through. What’s crazy is to recieve a card and really feel like that person means every word. Maybe they do though. They did buy it, after all.
Ian
When playing a game of cards, you never no which one your going to flip. It’s kind of like life.. For every card you flip, a surprise arises. It’s not always a good thing, sometimes you look down upon the card. Although you never know what the next card holds.. and that’s what keeps your holding on <3
Jessica
I’ve been meaning for a while now to make my own greeting cards. I find that now that I’m an adult, I’m a bit more picky about buying cards for people, and when I need one, I never have one. I hate, hate, hate having to run to the store to buy a card for some occasion on the way there. I’d rather have cards at home, already made, with only something to write in them for that special person.
Kuulani
i got a birthday card for my mom a few weeks ago but i didn’t say anything too nice or heartfelt it was pretty generic and not at all what i really wanted to say but i waited until 5 minutes before i saw her to write in it, so i had to hurry up and write in it before i gave it to her.
Dana
Cards with flowers, hearts, and bows.
Cards built with love, to be sent out to homes.
Where they are welcomed for just one simple reason:
Someone out there was happy to know them.
I love receiving cards. I wish I would get one in the mail from Matthew randomly. It would make my day that much better. I love writing. I love people who still write. Snail mail ftw. I hate technology.
Alyssa Lopez
Small slips of paper. They are typically used in a game of cards, or even to build a house of cards, in which the cards are leaned up against each other in triangular manner. Cards are often decorated with various colors and shapes to determine their use in the game.
Hayden Fletcher
Greeting cards on holidays, they are my favorite ones!
B-day cards, I always write something to send with the present, it’s like an addiction (:
I used to write more cards when I was child, for my father. From something very simple to a big letter, and he still keeps all of them!
And, of course, the cards I earn from my friends: all kept in boxes ♥
The cards spill all over the floor, and my cousins watch and laugh as I crawl around the filthy floor of the restaurant, clearing away their mess. This is how all family functions are; a celebration held specifically to remind me that I never have and never will fit in. I have never belonged and never intend on belonging. And then one day, when my cards spill all over the floor, he crouches down and begins to pick them up, and I can’t help but be reminded of another time where I played “fifty-two pick-up.” I kneel down and help him, and think that maybe I have found a place to belong, that maybe I should start intending on fitting in now.
There’s just something about cards which makes me think of romance. But then everything lately makes me think of romance– you know you always want what’s missing in your life; and it makes me wonder if perhaps it’s not missing from everyone else’s too. I mean maybe they’re just happy in their insecurity from each other’s insecurity and they call it love. Who knows what this has to do with cards!
cards are for displaying baseball characters. You can play cards as a game. cards hold notes when you are givig a speech. cards are geat to send a friend or loved onje on a holiday or birthdcay to tell them you love them. Cards are something I want to sell inh my store. Cards can be given for weddings, anniversary, birthday, halloween, christmas
The index cards were clean and intimidating. I didn’t really want to write on them, I didn’t want to tarnish their perfect beauty. My therapist says this is because of my OCD tendencies. I guess I have to believe him when he says this, but does that really mean I have to change my actions on it?
I like to play cards of any kind. There are so many varieties and anyone from young to old can play them. The games I like best are spoons and gin rummy.
Drunk? I am not drunk. I was playing cards with some friends. Sure, we were drinking, but drinking doesn’t mean drunk. When you’re playing cards, one has to maintain. That is, if you plan on winning. If you don’t, well then, knock yourself out. Get hammered if you want to, but don’t come back crying to us. You’re either in, or you’re out. If you’re in, then you’re expected to play.
i play with them on long trips . with my grandma. she bring them everywhere in her beige travel bag that shes had since i can remember and what seems like centruies ago. cards are what i use with my friends to play the drinking game kings cup cards are whta i use when i need something in my hands. i like cards kids can play with them teens can, old people can. cards are cards and usedul with everyone.
I’ts not the cards you hold that matters, but how you play it.
things that you write in for people you know
She flips through the cards in the Hallmark section of the store. She said they were still friends, and even though she knows nothing will ever come of their friendship again and wishes only that perhaps something could, she knows she has to buy him a card. Because they’re still friends.
A distant “Happy Birthday” with a bird on the front. Signs her name, nothing more.
cards are something people buy for occasions they think necessary. they make cards to play games with, to write notes on, and put business information on. i think the person who started marketing cards for holidays and occasions was pretty smart and rather selfish. I mean making your own cards is rather personal and sincere than buying them but who has time anymore? I like to play card games with my friends, it’s pretty entertaining without using a television.
Men are like cards. We are the magicians. Sometimes, when we’re just learning and starting out, we pick the wrong card. A lot. But eventually, after some failures, we finally pick the right card.
The house of cards takes a step, stumbles, and then collapses on itself in a whirlwind of clubs and diamonds. The numbers all come crashing down, and the nobility follows behind them, a flimsy plastic rain to mark the end of it all.
cards litter the table. white at one point in time, now stained with ink and bent around the edges. finals week is going to kill me, but at least i’ll be well informed when i die.
“coffee break?”
Cards means many things, from greeting cards to playing cards.. But my favorite are greeting cards. Especially the ones that you don’t expect. You’re just going along, living your daily life & then the next thing you know, you’ve got mail. Who doesn’t love mail? (: It’s the best thing ever. I really love greeting cards.
cards? cards–i think of flashcards. seems like i used flashcards a lot in school. i was homeschooled. did my sister and i study using flashcards? maybe i didn’t really use them.
also, there’s credit cards. hnr block is supposed to load money to my green hrblock card. emerald, actually.
cards cards cards i like them, they are fun to play with, you can do anything with them, make castles, houses, even stairs. blah blah blah, poker face poker face
playing cards is an interesting activity doing with your friends. It’s like a competition and brain practicing opportunity which cannot only train you but also tell us who is indeed smart.
the cards are fun, I love playing with them with my friends, they get so drunk everytime we play. credit cards may be my favorite cards, yeap, they are fun.
I don’t have one but it should be awesome to have one, I need to get one… :)
Putting someones cards on the table is not a tactful move, nor is it an effective diplomatic move.
But if the person you’re dealing with is looking for honesty, thats probably the best way to go about it! :)
There were cards everywhere, the queen of spades was covered in my blood, my consciousness was fading… damn i could’ve won.
this house of cards is bound to fall, as they always do, with the slightest irregular breath, inevitably temporary
I like to make cards for my family and friends on their birthdays and on new year. We don’t celebrate christmas, but we do celebrate holi and diwali and durga puja and stuff and i write cards every holiday seasons. I’m really creative and i like to expiriment with cards.
sometimes we play, sometimes we just sit and write all day. can we find anything else to do with our lives other than play gold fish? pick them all up off the ground and we’ll have a solid 52. Unless we’re talking thank you cards. I’ve gotten those down to a perfect, unemotional formula.
blue butt
I dont know why I wrote that
this make me think of babies…maybe
and when i think of babies i think blue like the outfit a boy wears
and butts
mostly because everyone says smooth as a baby’s bottom
so yes
cards, in lilac, makes me think blue butt
like a small male infant
poker vegas casinos money goldfish hard tower fragile delicate holidays valentines day thanksgiving credit bills bad
The cards toppled as she blew the card house down. She had always hated that stupid thing, and now that she was sneaking away she wanted one last bit of retribution for the wasted hours helping him glue it together. She gathered the last of her things and stalked out the door, the pitter-patter of polished card board hitting the carpet followed her out.
She ran down the stairs, stumbling as floorboards came loose, and ducking papers that whizzed through the air. Behind the racket of the windows convulsing was the giant, vacuous sound of the tornado’s wind, which stung her ears as she rushed on. Running towards the door, she was suddenly blocked by a falling piece of plaster labeled “Hallmark” which had once declared this shattering shack’s name. As she desperately attempted to move it, a whirlwind melee carried on behind her, migration of a thousand colorful cards. Aviary happy birthdays, thank yous, and get wells filled the air with splendor, followed by a few goodbyes as the earth collapsed on her.
Cards. Flipping cards, shuffling cards, cards are ridiculously mundane. Mix cards with alcohol, and then mix that with a beautiful girl who broke your heart and see how that works. Cards can become a release, an outlet to a different, exciting world, but not the way she plays the game, so unfairly. Cards can hurt and cut like a razorblade.
playing deliciousness and never thought i could win so much money i could play with you for hours but i should pick them up off the ground eventually we’ll learn how to play new games that arent as awkward as go fish how about war or bingo or something like pimps and hoes theres 52 of them,
poker playing with Hallmark cards could be stacking the deck in favor of Mother’s Day, Valentine’s Day, Father’s Day or any other holiday created to sell holiday cards
Cards. I never buy cards. When I was single I would look at cards and wish I had someone to give them to. Alas, I am now married and haven’t bought a single greeting card for wifey. I dont call her that by the way. It’s’ crazy to have someone else write your feelings, right? Wrong. It’s awesome. We do it all the time in music. Someone else helps us express what we’re going through or have gone through. What’s crazy is to recieve a card and really feel like that person means every word. Maybe they do though. They did buy it, after all.
When playing a game of cards, you never no which one your going to flip. It’s kind of like life.. For every card you flip, a surprise arises. It’s not always a good thing, sometimes you look down upon the card. Although you never know what the next card holds.. and that’s what keeps your holding on <3
I’ve been meaning for a while now to make my own greeting cards. I find that now that I’m an adult, I’m a bit more picky about buying cards for people, and when I need one, I never have one. I hate, hate, hate having to run to the store to buy a card for some occasion on the way there. I’d rather have cards at home, already made, with only something to write in them for that special person.
i got a birthday card for my mom a few weeks ago but i didn’t say anything too nice or heartfelt it was pretty generic and not at all what i really wanted to say but i waited until 5 minutes before i saw her to write in it, so i had to hurry up and write in it before i gave it to her.
Cards with flowers, hearts, and bows.
Cards built with love, to be sent out to homes.
Where they are welcomed for just one simple reason:
Someone out there was happy to know them.
I love receiving cards. I wish I would get one in the mail from Matthew randomly. It would make my day that much better. I love writing. I love people who still write. Snail mail ftw. I hate technology.
Small slips of paper. They are typically used in a game of cards, or even to build a house of cards, in which the cards are leaned up against each other in triangular manner. Cards are often decorated with various colors and shapes to determine their use in the game.
Greeting cards on holidays, they are my favorite ones!
B-day cards, I always write something to send with the present, it’s like an addiction (:
I used to write more cards when I was child, for my father. From something very simple to a big letter, and he still keeps all of them!
And, of course, the cards I earn from my friends: all kept in boxes ♥
cards are sentimental, they are sincere. They are good in times of bad, happy in times of sad. More people should write more cards, it’s therapeutic.
The cards spill all over the floor, and my cousins watch and laugh as I crawl around the filthy floor of the restaurant, clearing away their mess. This is how all family functions are; a celebration held specifically to remind me that I never have and never will fit in. I have never belonged and never intend on belonging. And then one day, when my cards spill all over the floor, he crouches down and begins to pick them up, and I can’t help but be reminded of another time where I played “fifty-two pick-up.” I kneel down and help him, and think that maybe I have found a place to belong, that maybe I should start intending on fitting in now.
There’s just something about cards which makes me think of romance. But then everything lately makes me think of romance– you know you always want what’s missing in your life; and it makes me wonder if perhaps it’s not missing from everyone else’s too. I mean maybe they’re just happy in their insecurity from each other’s insecurity and they call it love. Who knows what this has to do with cards!