“NOW IF HE POURS THE WINE YOU LIKE”
is an anagram of
“HOW YOU LIKE THEIR FINE NEW SOUP”
Anonymous
“NOW IF HE POURS THE WINE YOU LIKE”
is an anagram of
“HOW YOU LIKE THEIR FINE NEW SOUP”
Anonymous
yes
Anonymous
The water poured gently out of the jug as he yawned and stared out the window. Old Mcgregor was mowing his lawn again; why? It was crew-cut already, too stubby for grass. Tam frowned.
And the pretty girl across the street was out walking her dog. Good. He’d have to talk to her later, maybe, if he could work up the courage.
bookhobbit
like rain that falls
i want you tears to pour over my heart
and wash away all my mistakes
alaska.
i wish it would pour-rain and cats and dogs and mostly snow-it is so gray and boring and ugly and i wish it would pour
jo
pour your words out to me when nobody else will listen. pour your tears in my direction because i’m he only one that understands. pour your attention this way, because so far.. you don’t even know i exist.
dulce
it was pouring outside. the rain pounded against the window, the wind wailed and shrieked its cry of protest. the trees swayed but you could hear them fighting, and the leaves danced around crazily. it was dark, pouring, raining, but not anything different than the usual. pouring rain.
theglitterinthesky
He was pouring water into my cup when i decided to tell him. It was hard, in retrospect, to do this sort of thing. I mean, he was my best friend and I did not want to hurt him. However, he needed to know and i was the only one that could tell him. “Sean,” I said, my voice shaking slightly. “I need to tell you something.” He glaced at me from the corner of his eye as he set the pitcher down. “Sure. What’s up?”
HAC
giving of one self in a postive way to become a blessing to others. Emptying yourself of the things of Christ
Tara
pouring rain in my cup of coffee, raindrops just like milk, leite, latte, coffee latte, litle concentric circles spilling liquids off the cup, nothing else it’s left, too many heavy drops to a tiny little cup
paula davies
thought it said porn for a second. but nope pour. like soup. pour some soup in my bowl. not like pore like those things that chiks dont want big ones, cuz thats like skanky or something. but yea. pour thast what i think of it.
brady
it makes me think of pitchers and gross milk that makes my stomach hurt and bad old family picnics and those gross crystal plastic things that they used at church suppers and now i’m getting distracted and thinking about the episode of house playing in the background and how i’m not typing as quickly as i usually do and also how this is one big run on sentence. pour. it’s a boring verb, missing any interesting qualities or sounds.
Busta
The water fell from the pitcher in her hand.
“Drink?”
“Guess so, since you already poured a glass,”
“You think I assumed?”
She reached for another glass from the cabinet.
“How did you know that wasn’t for me?”
Who’s the asshole, now?
?
pouring is fun, i like to pour liquids, i’m not pour but i love pouring. pouring is fun when theres something tasty to be poured in my mouth. pouring has been something i have been able to do since i was little. its easier to pour with a funnel; sometimes when i pour i spill.
Kevin Khamneipur
pour out of jug, pour, pour, tears pouring out, dripping down my nose, pouring wine, work, funfun but so tiring but funfun.
k
pour is a french word! but it is also an english word of different meaning. In english, you might pour a bottle of water on someone’s head if they are being DUMB. Or maybe you’d pour your heart out to a total stranger, and then kill them, because no one can know a ninja’s true identity. THAT’S JUST THE WAY IT IS, SON.
Arfdazzle
i pour a cow into a cup and like it also i like a cow in a milk dish and on a tray. pouring a child into a dishwasher is good too. But all in all i love pouring alchohol into a cup of vodka
Lauren
i reached down into the well. the whiskey was of the bourbon nature. the man on the other side of the bar’s hand was tapping against the ashtray in front of him. in a rocks glass. neat. no ice. $4.00
brace
this morning i pour the milk in my cereal so yeah
lovly roses
The milk poured out of the glass and write onto the floor. I don’t understand how something could smell so foul so quickly. How awful. Furthermore, my dog’s attempt to clean it created another mess for me to clean up, but that’s another, much more disgusting, story.
The end.
Danny
the water is pouring down onto the pan, which itself is leaking water into the sad, beat up house. wy did the rain have to come. al it did was kill the people in apocalypto and have the first born in water with the baby. Now the rain is helping the environment by cleaning up the fog.
austin
Pour the milk into the batter. Am I a better person now? Feel the rain like someone else. Its still the same. Still the same. Still the same. Were still the same. As we were. As we have always been. Just pour me some liquor.
Carl
Pour the wine into my glass. Pour my ideas out on paper. Pour out my feelings and be vulnerable. Pour!
Virginia
Anonymous
Also referring to someone blurting out a truth or so, or letting someone know how they feel as well as perhaps pouring a liquid into a container or onto another surface.
CharlieFarlie 8D
Sounds like ‘poor’, means spilling something onto another surface or into a container. Usually referring to liquids being spilled.
CharlieFarlie 8D
My boyfriend finally poured his heart out to me after a year. Too bad it came after the fact that I found out what a bad person he really is. So, now it just means nothing.
Anonymous
“Love is pourful”, he wrote.
She wrote back: “Your spelling is very pour.”
Pour your heart, out.
Believe in love.
Dont ever give up on the people that have always been there for you.
Life is never easy, and Ill never let the few that I love true to my heart down.
Always will be here, always.
Never letting down.
Ever.
Always.
Montana.
and the tears fell. and the conditions fell. because I am mentally ill. and i told you about the things i see. the things i hear. and it all poured out and i don’t care anymore, because i need help. i needed you, mom. And it poured. and i couldn’t stop it, i couldn’t stop all the words and the blood and the confessions flooding from my arms and my mouth and my mind.
pyrophire@verizon.net
yellow. yellow is a brilliant color. life, joy, everything is represented by this color. what’s the yellow in your life?
r.e.w
I like to pour myself a nice cup of milk every night before I go to bed. With a nice plate of cookies I’m in heaven. I dip the cookies in the milk and although it sounds childish it must be done.
Inkmando
water
Anna
I watched her pour the milk perfectly into the glass. She poured it into a little white teacup, painted with pink flowers. The perfect little piece of china. I was afraid to ask why she was pouring milk into the teacup, wondering if she had no clean dishes or if she just didn’t understand what she was doing. I just took the cup quietly, and realized there was dirt around the edges. She had taken this out of the cupboard she hadn’t opened in years.
Sarah-chan
I poured some soymilk on my cereal, grabbed my cup of coffee and sat down to read. It’d been too long since I’d read Borges – I’d missed the transporting, haunting quality of his fiction. I paged through my copy of Labyrinths, ultimately settling on The Library of Babel.
ry_z
I tipped the container upside down, watching the applesauce inside pour -or more like ooze- onto our porch, hitting the ground with that familiar *gloop gloop* sound.
Leah
pour my dreams into reality and find myself not at home sharing a room but in an apartment all my own free from my mother’s worries and my dad’s yells and my sisters. mine. completely mine.
NYLoft
the rain poured on me in the summer and i was wet
and.
owen
no moeny to give to the pour. I am pour people are pour. I know people that are pour.
Jaydon
someone who has no money and lives in a box and begs for food and money
“NOW IF HE POURS THE WINE YOU LIKE”
is an anagram of
“HOW YOU LIKE THEIR FINE NEW SOUP”
“NOW IF HE POURS THE WINE YOU LIKE”
is an anagram of
“HOW YOU LIKE THEIR FINE NEW SOUP”
yes
The water poured gently out of the jug as he yawned and stared out the window. Old Mcgregor was mowing his lawn again; why? It was crew-cut already, too stubby for grass. Tam frowned.
And the pretty girl across the street was out walking her dog. Good. He’d have to talk to her later, maybe, if he could work up the courage.
like rain that falls
i want you tears to pour over my heart
and wash away all my mistakes
i wish it would pour-rain and cats and dogs and mostly snow-it is so gray and boring and ugly and i wish it would pour
pour your words out to me when nobody else will listen. pour your tears in my direction because i’m he only one that understands. pour your attention this way, because so far.. you don’t even know i exist.
it was pouring outside. the rain pounded against the window, the wind wailed and shrieked its cry of protest. the trees swayed but you could hear them fighting, and the leaves danced around crazily. it was dark, pouring, raining, but not anything different than the usual. pouring rain.
He was pouring water into my cup when i decided to tell him. It was hard, in retrospect, to do this sort of thing. I mean, he was my best friend and I did not want to hurt him. However, he needed to know and i was the only one that could tell him. “Sean,” I said, my voice shaking slightly. “I need to tell you something.” He glaced at me from the corner of his eye as he set the pitcher down. “Sure. What’s up?”
giving of one self in a postive way to become a blessing to others. Emptying yourself of the things of Christ
pouring rain in my cup of coffee, raindrops just like milk, leite, latte, coffee latte, litle concentric circles spilling liquids off the cup, nothing else it’s left, too many heavy drops to a tiny little cup
thought it said porn for a second. but nope pour. like soup. pour some soup in my bowl. not like pore like those things that chiks dont want big ones, cuz thats like skanky or something. but yea. pour thast what i think of it.
it makes me think of pitchers and gross milk that makes my stomach hurt and bad old family picnics and those gross crystal plastic things that they used at church suppers and now i’m getting distracted and thinking about the episode of house playing in the background and how i’m not typing as quickly as i usually do and also how this is one big run on sentence. pour. it’s a boring verb, missing any interesting qualities or sounds.
The water fell from the pitcher in her hand.
“Drink?”
“Guess so, since you already poured a glass,”
“You think I assumed?”
She reached for another glass from the cabinet.
“How did you know that wasn’t for me?”
Who’s the asshole, now?
pouring is fun, i like to pour liquids, i’m not pour but i love pouring. pouring is fun when theres something tasty to be poured in my mouth. pouring has been something i have been able to do since i was little. its easier to pour with a funnel; sometimes when i pour i spill.
pour out of jug, pour, pour, tears pouring out, dripping down my nose, pouring wine, work, funfun but so tiring but funfun.
pour is a french word! but it is also an english word of different meaning. In english, you might pour a bottle of water on someone’s head if they are being DUMB. Or maybe you’d pour your heart out to a total stranger, and then kill them, because no one can know a ninja’s true identity. THAT’S JUST THE WAY IT IS, SON.
i pour a cow into a cup and like it also i like a cow in a milk dish and on a tray. pouring a child into a dishwasher is good too. But all in all i love pouring alchohol into a cup of vodka
i reached down into the well. the whiskey was of the bourbon nature. the man on the other side of the bar’s hand was tapping against the ashtray in front of him. in a rocks glass. neat. no ice. $4.00
this morning i pour the milk in my cereal so yeah
The milk poured out of the glass and write onto the floor. I don’t understand how something could smell so foul so quickly. How awful. Furthermore, my dog’s attempt to clean it created another mess for me to clean up, but that’s another, much more disgusting, story.
The end.
the water is pouring down onto the pan, which itself is leaking water into the sad, beat up house. wy did the rain have to come. al it did was kill the people in apocalypto and have the first born in water with the baby. Now the rain is helping the environment by cleaning up the fog.
Pour the milk into the batter. Am I a better person now? Feel the rain like someone else. Its still the same. Still the same. Still the same. Were still the same. As we were. As we have always been. Just pour me some liquor.
Pour the wine into my glass. Pour my ideas out on paper. Pour out my feelings and be vulnerable. Pour!
Virginia
Also referring to someone blurting out a truth or so, or letting someone know how they feel as well as perhaps pouring a liquid into a container or onto another surface.
Sounds like ‘poor’, means spilling something onto another surface or into a container. Usually referring to liquids being spilled.
My boyfriend finally poured his heart out to me after a year. Too bad it came after the fact that I found out what a bad person he really is. So, now it just means nothing.
“Love is pourful”, he wrote.
She wrote back: “Your spelling is very pour.”
http://google.com/search?q=%22pour spelling
Pour your heart, out.
Believe in love.
Dont ever give up on the people that have always been there for you.
Life is never easy, and Ill never let the few that I love true to my heart down.
Always will be here, always.
Never letting down.
Ever.
Always.
and the tears fell. and the conditions fell. because I am mentally ill. and i told you about the things i see. the things i hear. and it all poured out and i don’t care anymore, because i need help. i needed you, mom. And it poured. and i couldn’t stop it, i couldn’t stop all the words and the blood and the confessions flooding from my arms and my mouth and my mind.
yellow. yellow is a brilliant color. life, joy, everything is represented by this color. what’s the yellow in your life?
I like to pour myself a nice cup of milk every night before I go to bed. With a nice plate of cookies I’m in heaven. I dip the cookies in the milk and although it sounds childish it must be done.
water
I watched her pour the milk perfectly into the glass. She poured it into a little white teacup, painted with pink flowers. The perfect little piece of china. I was afraid to ask why she was pouring milk into the teacup, wondering if she had no clean dishes or if she just didn’t understand what she was doing. I just took the cup quietly, and realized there was dirt around the edges. She had taken this out of the cupboard she hadn’t opened in years.
I poured some soymilk on my cereal, grabbed my cup of coffee and sat down to read. It’d been too long since I’d read Borges – I’d missed the transporting, haunting quality of his fiction. I paged through my copy of Labyrinths, ultimately settling on The Library of Babel.
I tipped the container upside down, watching the applesauce inside pour -or more like ooze- onto our porch, hitting the ground with that familiar *gloop gloop* sound.
pour my dreams into reality and find myself not at home sharing a room but in an apartment all my own free from my mother’s worries and my dad’s yells and my sisters. mine. completely mine.
the rain poured on me in the summer and i was wet
and.
no moeny to give to the pour. I am pour people are pour. I know people that are pour.
someone who has no money and lives in a box and begs for food and money