Poppin poppin’ my collar. Collars are the things that go around the shirts that go around the body that cover up your insides. Popped or unpopped, I don’t really care. Though I have to admit, the whole gangsta thing kinda turns me on. Ohh yeah.
Though, I guess you could also perceive it as the kind of collar you put on a dog, or a lover, if you wanna get kinky.
Carrie
bone? dog collorbone dog wishbone the dog the oddysey, wishbone’s version. uhhhhhhhhhhhhh. colloar. colon. colony. wait isnt that spelled coller? no. ive been spelling it wrong all this time. oh my god.. collar. anatomy. uh
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beautifull on your neck you should put it on more often
Anonymous
Do on, pop yo collar. Brush your shoulders off while you’re at it. Don’t forget that ladies is pimps, too; that’s what I hear, anyway. If you’re really feeling adventurous, go ahead and put on multiple layers of fake tan lotion.
Tessa
round the neck, shapes various, materials various the ending of a shirt or the beginning
NWartist
The collar on the mans shirt was making him even more attractive. The way he was sweating made me weak to my knees and I knew the timing was perfect. We were both nervous, both scared – but there was a safeness. We both knew it was perfect.
Anonymous
My cats don’t wear collars anymore. It worries me sometimes, because once Frodo got out for nearly two weeks. What if someone found him, but thought he was just a stray and took him in? No one would know who he was. However, he came back all on his own. That makes me feel like he really does love us, and this house. So I feel a little better that they don’t have collars.
Lauren
i highly dislike it when boys wear popped collars. bros. frats. not cool. collars
Anonymous
my name, written in the perfunctory letters the same way every other name was written, on that band of silver lining around my neck and wrapped tightly though not too tight, not enough to make me want to leave, just enough to keep me just where it was necessary. locked in that cage unseen i lived my life until i knew
kuri
Cats wear collars but they shouldn’t. Men wear collars but that’s because they are the same as cats. You can button it, pop it, wear it, etc.
None of those help you live.
Anonymous
his collar was blue and stained red.
why did i do this? why did he do this?
i couldn’t let him get away with selling me expired milk, and breaking my heart.
i want to see him drink that sour liquid and not think of murder, yeah drink up buddy.
Sarah
n my collar, poppin poppin my collar
Anonymous
POP YOUR COLLAR YOU’RE A BALLER
COLLARS CAN BE FOR DOGS , GOTHS, BUSINESSMEN AND THE LIKE. i LIKE MY COLLARS TO BE STIFF AND PRESSED. i HAVE A SHIRT WITH A NICE COLLAR. iN THE MIDDLE AGES THEY HAD FRILLY COLLARS.
BLUEY
when i think about my childhood, I think about how much I was held back from being myself, exploring all I wanted to, playing sports, going to science or writing camps. i was shackled and a prisoner. I could go out and play, but not go too far; like a dog on a chain with a collar.
maf
collar reminds me of like little children. little dutch children. who live in a farm in amsterdam in the early 20th century. they have only sibling, around the same age and of the opposite gender and their dad works in a bank and their mom’s a maid. collars also remind me of polos. i am not wearing a polo.
mariana
ausye jfhfcohi ufi
lo
He pressed his lips to the collar of his shirt with a sigh, fingers fumbling for the buttons. She leaned into him, her own hand nesting in his hair, briefly, and then rocked back, giving him access. Within seconds, he had he shirt undone, and then he was pulling away, fingers slipping up under the material, pushing it aside.
Sylar
My collar, I mean, collar bone, is dainty for sixe. Smooth, shapely, sexy. I like it. I think men like it. And I doubt I will trade it ever for another. (except maybe an actresses. theirs are pretty good to.)
ravovo
the collor on my shirt is pink ad the rest is blue. it doesnt match. oo my god what do i do help me. should i wear a different shirt or does it match? you tell me. dont look at me like im stupid
sam
he wore a blue collar with a white shirt. he liked being unorthodox – or at least liked thinking of himself that way. those around him wouldn’t describe his that way, although they would probably not like the collar too much.
Anonymous
Her coat collar was wool and was itchy beyond belief. It was too cold not to wear it though, so she tried to put her attention on the task at hand.
Karen
collar is a man who was wrapped around his own neck and couldn’t see beyond his own finger. I liked him at first, but then felt entwined in the scarf around his neck and needed to be free. So I left and didn’t come back.
Anonymous
Collier Jones comes to mind. An ecletic composer, who didn’t really follow very many traditional rules, or practices. Often suspended chords were found at cadence points, which left the listeners and performers alike, at a loss.
Gerg
i put the collar aorund my neck, holding me from the charges i wish to take upon my fellow kindred. They keep it on me, holding me back. Commanding me to obey. But one day I’ll rip it from my throat. One day I’ll place the leather band around their neck and squeeze tightly until their eyes swell and panic screams silently across their face.
Kit Kat
at the top of his shirt near the nape of his neck sits the most manly of things, the collar. is that right? it is a sexy place though, when considered.
fishes_01@hotmail.com
a dog had a blue spiky collar. He doesn’t like this collar. It annoys him. He tries to get it off, but it just wont budge. He goes to rub it against a tree, but it still doesn’t budge. Finally he wines to his owner and she take it off, while saying,” There my dear. All better now.”
Dallas
Double alphabetical straight line folding into an ornamental, inverted twin third; elegant way of slavery.
Kaizar
My little Nina’s plastic white ruffle-less collar prevents her from nibbling at shiny transparent tubes forever sticking into her wee little leggies.
Tamasin
plaster caesar
collard greens
dreaming down
the holler,
invisible thimblethin
moonshine dreaming
cowsills at the door
still gleaming
in plaster grilled
burgers through
the sounding beams
i go where no one
knows the plaster
dreamer
you might see
the kite lady
in yours, but
i’ve the mizifu
in mine. little rachel
& her broom,
it’s whisking,
eric’s wondering, but
the dreamer dreams on,
pulling us all on
by
the collar.
paschal
its found on our necks and can sometimes be dirty. if its blue or white it can shoe the class difference between people and segregate them sort of like colour of skin – it a discriminatig factor.
Zlatko
dressy, handsome, classic. work uniform.
amanda
popped collars are for douchebags.
wish i could think of something more interesting to say, unfortunately as of this moment the truth is all that counts. popped collars are for douchebags
annonymous.
He strutting around, showing no fear
Popping his collar and acting all cool
You’d better be careful, better steer clear
Because if not, he’ll make you his fool
josebachachicken
There’ssomething about her that makes him feel strange. Maybe it was her lithe fivggure, maybe it as her naive charm. Her shor, pink hair, and those eyes that sparkle in the darkness of his life. For as long as he could remember, Cadice had been his little sister. Nothing more. Nothing else. But, not that he thought about it, it might be that collar she always had with her.
“It reminds me of you”
He random blurted out one day, and Carmine fell on the floor laughing.
“Of who?” SHe giggled between snickers.
“Of your mother” He smiled at her sillyness. Oh, poor girl, she couldn’t posisbly know
Carmine
it’s at the top of your shirt… they are annoying and look really dumb when you pop them up. they’re okay on polos as long as they don’t stick to your neck and like choke you. that’s just annoying. i think they’re also a type of green beans? maybe? i’m not sure. maybe it’s an adjective.
melissa
every white collared worker, everyday he sits, he reads, he writes, he grades, he lives. He is not special, he is the same as Tim, Bill, Nancy, Franklin. He sees the same things everyday and he accepts them all
Christina
pop it.
bubble gum burst, baby. green glitter flecks of trouble bubble in your eyes. the haze of new city lights clear. fear ignites, among other things burning inside me now. my mind is no longer free… to focus on me.
i envision marks of my lipstick dancing on your collar, neck, cheeks, lips… there has been a rip in my time space continuum. please. tear slowly.
starz
A white collar job and a blue collar job. All references to the amount of money that one makes and the shirt that one wears. Different colors and different salaries. What’s your collar color?
Steven Bair
A collar is the thing on the top of your shirt. You can wear it up or down. If you wear it up, you’re a huge snob. If you wear it down, you’re just a dude/dudette with a collar. Yeah. That’s how it works. There are different kinds of collars too. I can’t name them all. Because I’m not a native English speaker.
shirts ties working class
Poppin poppin’ my collar. Collars are the things that go around the shirts that go around the body that cover up your insides. Popped or unpopped, I don’t really care. Though I have to admit, the whole gangsta thing kinda turns me on. Ohh yeah.
Though, I guess you could also perceive it as the kind of collar you put on a dog, or a lover, if you wanna get kinky.
bone? dog collorbone dog wishbone the dog the oddysey, wishbone’s version. uhhhhhhhhhhhhh. colloar. colon. colony. wait isnt that spelled coller? no. ive been spelling it wrong all this time. oh my god.. collar. anatomy. uh
beautifull on your neck you should put it on more often
Do on, pop yo collar. Brush your shoulders off while you’re at it. Don’t forget that ladies is pimps, too; that’s what I hear, anyway. If you’re really feeling adventurous, go ahead and put on multiple layers of fake tan lotion.
round the neck, shapes various, materials various the ending of a shirt or the beginning
The collar on the mans shirt was making him even more attractive. The way he was sweating made me weak to my knees and I knew the timing was perfect. We were both nervous, both scared – but there was a safeness. We both knew it was perfect.
My cats don’t wear collars anymore. It worries me sometimes, because once Frodo got out for nearly two weeks. What if someone found him, but thought he was just a stray and took him in? No one would know who he was. However, he came back all on his own. That makes me feel like he really does love us, and this house. So I feel a little better that they don’t have collars.
i highly dislike it when boys wear popped collars. bros. frats. not cool. collars
my name, written in the perfunctory letters the same way every other name was written, on that band of silver lining around my neck and wrapped tightly though not too tight, not enough to make me want to leave, just enough to keep me just where it was necessary. locked in that cage unseen i lived my life until i knew
Cats wear collars but they shouldn’t. Men wear collars but that’s because they are the same as cats. You can button it, pop it, wear it, etc.
None of those help you live.
his collar was blue and stained red.
why did i do this? why did he do this?
i couldn’t let him get away with selling me expired milk, and breaking my heart.
i want to see him drink that sour liquid and not think of murder, yeah drink up buddy.
n my collar, poppin poppin my collar
POP YOUR COLLAR YOU’RE A BALLER
COLLARS CAN BE FOR DOGS , GOTHS, BUSINESSMEN AND THE LIKE. i LIKE MY COLLARS TO BE STIFF AND PRESSED. i HAVE A SHIRT WITH A NICE COLLAR. iN THE MIDDLE AGES THEY HAD FRILLY COLLARS.
when i think about my childhood, I think about how much I was held back from being myself, exploring all I wanted to, playing sports, going to science or writing camps. i was shackled and a prisoner. I could go out and play, but not go too far; like a dog on a chain with a collar.
collar reminds me of like little children. little dutch children. who live in a farm in amsterdam in the early 20th century. they have only sibling, around the same age and of the opposite gender and their dad works in a bank and their mom’s a maid. collars also remind me of polos. i am not wearing a polo.
ausye jfhfcohi ufi
He pressed his lips to the collar of his shirt with a sigh, fingers fumbling for the buttons. She leaned into him, her own hand nesting in his hair, briefly, and then rocked back, giving him access. Within seconds, he had he shirt undone, and then he was pulling away, fingers slipping up under the material, pushing it aside.
My collar, I mean, collar bone, is dainty for sixe. Smooth, shapely, sexy. I like it. I think men like it. And I doubt I will trade it ever for another. (except maybe an actresses. theirs are pretty good to.)
the collor on my shirt is pink ad the rest is blue. it doesnt match. oo my god what do i do help me. should i wear a different shirt or does it match? you tell me. dont look at me like im stupid
he wore a blue collar with a white shirt. he liked being unorthodox – or at least liked thinking of himself that way. those around him wouldn’t describe his that way, although they would probably not like the collar too much.
Her coat collar was wool and was itchy beyond belief. It was too cold not to wear it though, so she tried to put her attention on the task at hand.
collar is a man who was wrapped around his own neck and couldn’t see beyond his own finger. I liked him at first, but then felt entwined in the scarf around his neck and needed to be free. So I left and didn’t come back.
Collier Jones comes to mind. An ecletic composer, who didn’t really follow very many traditional rules, or practices. Often suspended chords were found at cadence points, which left the listeners and performers alike, at a loss.
i put the collar aorund my neck, holding me from the charges i wish to take upon my fellow kindred. They keep it on me, holding me back. Commanding me to obey. But one day I’ll rip it from my throat. One day I’ll place the leather band around their neck and squeeze tightly until their eyes swell and panic screams silently across their face.
at the top of his shirt near the nape of his neck sits the most manly of things, the collar. is that right? it is a sexy place though, when considered.
a dog had a blue spiky collar. He doesn’t like this collar. It annoys him. He tries to get it off, but it just wont budge. He goes to rub it against a tree, but it still doesn’t budge. Finally he wines to his owner and she take it off, while saying,” There my dear. All better now.”
Double alphabetical straight line folding into an ornamental, inverted twin third; elegant way of slavery.
My little Nina’s plastic white ruffle-less collar prevents her from nibbling at shiny transparent tubes forever sticking into her wee little leggies.
plaster caesar
collard greens
dreaming down
the holler,
invisible thimblethin
moonshine dreaming
cowsills at the door
still gleaming
in plaster grilled
burgers through
the sounding beams
i go where no one
knows the plaster
dreamer
you might see
the kite lady
in yours, but
i’ve the mizifu
in mine. little rachel
& her broom,
it’s whisking,
eric’s wondering, but
the dreamer dreams on,
pulling us all on
by
the collar.
its found on our necks and can sometimes be dirty. if its blue or white it can shoe the class difference between people and segregate them sort of like colour of skin – it a discriminatig factor.
dressy, handsome, classic. work uniform.
popped collars are for douchebags.
wish i could think of something more interesting to say, unfortunately as of this moment the truth is all that counts. popped collars are for douchebags
He strutting around, showing no fear
Popping his collar and acting all cool
You’d better be careful, better steer clear
Because if not, he’ll make you his fool
There’ssomething about her that makes him feel strange. Maybe it was her lithe fivggure, maybe it as her naive charm. Her shor, pink hair, and those eyes that sparkle in the darkness of his life. For as long as he could remember, Cadice had been his little sister. Nothing more. Nothing else. But, not that he thought about it, it might be that collar she always had with her.
“It reminds me of you”
He random blurted out one day, and Carmine fell on the floor laughing.
“Of who?” SHe giggled between snickers.
“Of your mother” He smiled at her sillyness. Oh, poor girl, she couldn’t posisbly know
it’s at the top of your shirt… they are annoying and look really dumb when you pop them up. they’re okay on polos as long as they don’t stick to your neck and like choke you. that’s just annoying. i think they’re also a type of green beans? maybe? i’m not sure. maybe it’s an adjective.
every white collared worker, everyday he sits, he reads, he writes, he grades, he lives. He is not special, he is the same as Tim, Bill, Nancy, Franklin. He sees the same things everyday and he accepts them all
pop it.
bubble gum burst, baby. green glitter flecks of trouble bubble in your eyes. the haze of new city lights clear. fear ignites, among other things burning inside me now. my mind is no longer free… to focus on me.
i envision marks of my lipstick dancing on your collar, neck, cheeks, lips… there has been a rip in my time space continuum. please. tear slowly.
A white collar job and a blue collar job. All references to the amount of money that one makes and the shirt that one wears. Different colors and different salaries. What’s your collar color?
A collar is the thing on the top of your shirt. You can wear it up or down. If you wear it up, you’re a huge snob. If you wear it down, you’re just a dude/dudette with a collar. Yeah. That’s how it works. There are different kinds of collars too. I can’t name them all. Because I’m not a native English speaker.