Yo mama eats so much she spends her whole life on the toilet
TO ALL THE CHILDREN ON THIS WEBSITE HELLO!!!!! HEY!!!! HOW IS LIFE TREATING YOU? ( BTW I'M A KID TO I'M HAYLEY AND I'M TURNING 13 MY B DAY IS 10/08/2008)
Hey everyone im back bc im sinking back towards depression bc my sister is rly being a bitch and my parents always side with her and the stress over online school is just getting overwhelming and im seriously considering hanging myself to end it all bc the pain is just... terrible and i feel like im not worth life
Once upon a time, Bob was in his hospital bed, receiving medical treatment not that far after finding out he had cancer. One day, his friend Jeremy decided to visit him. Jeremy told his best buddy this very inspiring sentence: "Sometimes in life, you and your heart will climb tall peaking mountains, and low flat valleys, and all after that we'll be happy forever in heaven, eventually." Little did Bob know that Jeremy was talking about his heart monitor.
I dont trust anything that bleeds for more than 5 days and is still alive
Friend:Knock knock Me:who's there Friend: Your life Me: Ahhh, I wish *jumps off building*
My grandfather says Iām too reliant on technology... I call him a hypocrite, and unplug his life support... ššš„š
People in plays say that everyone's life is a drama, but mine's a tragedy.
Kobe ended so many games with threes. Now he ends his life with trees.
Superman and flash were in the living room pounding back a few beer flash says to Superman i bet you u can fly into wonder woman bed room and get the best pussy of your life so he does it when he goes back to flash Superman says to flash man that was great but my ass kinda burns
Friend: your life is a joke. Me: no. jokes have meaning.
:"Whats the diffrece of an Orphans life and a knife"
:"A knife has a point"
bully: your life's a joke. me: my life's not a joke, jokes have meaning.
Why do orphans like the game adopt me because they've never been adopted in their life
my mom told me to unplug all the electronics so i unplugged my grandma Life Support
I respect anyone who devotes there life to charity work
But I think Paul walker went a step to far
The moment came. The starter dropped his red flag. "They're away!"
Not for one second did Agba need to hunt for Lath in that flying stream of horseflesh. He did not even look for the scarlet and white stripes of the jockey's body-coat. His eyes were fixed on the littlest horse, the littlest horse that got away to a bad start!
The field was far out in front. The big horses were whipping down the steep slope to Devil's Dyke, skimming along the running gap, leaping up the opposite bank and across a long flat stretch. They were beginning to bunch, making narrow gaps. Lath was coming up from behind. He began filling in the gaps. He went through them. He was a blob of watercolor, trickling along the green turf between the other colors.
For a brief second the horses were hidden by a clump of hawthorn trees. Agba's knees tightened. He felt Sham quiver beneath him, saw white flecks of sweat come out on his neck. It was well the grooms were there to hold them both!
The horses were coming around the trees now. The golden blob was still flowing between the other colors. It was flowing beyond them, flowing free!
In full stride, Lath was galloping down the dip and up the rise to the ending post. He was flying past it, leaving the "lusty" horses behind.
"The little horse wins!"
"Lath, an easy winner!"
"Lath, son of Godolphin Arabian, wins!"
People of all ages and all ranks clapped their hands and cheered in wild notes of triumph.
Agba never knew how he and Sham reached the royal stand. But suddenly, there they were. And the Earl of Godolphin was there, too.
"I am pleased to give," Queen Caroline was saying in her sincere, straightforward manner, "I am pleased to give and bestow upon the Earl of Godolphin, the Queen's Plate."
Everyone could see it was not a plate that she held in her hands at all. It was a purse. But only Agba and the Earl knew how much that purse would mean to the future of the horse in England. The Earl looked right between the plumes in the Queen's bonnet and found Agba's eyes for an instant. Then he fell to his knees and kissed the Queen's hand.
A hush fell over the heath. The Queen's words pinged sharp and clear, like the pearls that suddenly broke from her necklace and fell upon the floor of the stand. No one stooped to recover them, for the Queen was speaking.
"And what," she asked, as she fixed one of her own purple plumes in Sham's headstall, "what is the pedigree of this proud sire of three winning horses?"
Agba leaned forward in his saddle.
There was a pause while the Earl found the right words. "Your Majesty," he spoke slowly, thoughtfully, "his pedigree has been...has been lost. But perhaps it was so intended. His pedigree is written in his sons."
How the country people cheered! An unknown stallion wearing the royal purple! It was a fairy tale come true.
The princesses clapped their hands, too. Even the King seemed pleased. He puffed out his chest and nodded to the Queen that the answer was good.
Agba swallowed. He felt a tear begin to trickle down his cheek. Quickly, before anyone noticed, he raised his hand to brush it away. His hand stopped. Why, he was growing a beard! He was a man! Suddenly his mind flew back to Morocco. My name is Agba. Ba means father. I will be a father to you, Sham, and when I am grown I will ride you before the multitudes. And they will bow before you, and you will be King of the Wind. I promise it.
He had kept his word!
For the first time in his life, he was glad he could not talk. Words would have spoiled everything. They were shells that cracked and blew away in the wind. He and Sham were alike. That was why they understood each other so deeply.
The Godolphin Arabian stood very still, his regal head lifted. An east wind was rising. He stretched out his nostrils to gather in the scent. It was laden with the fragrance of wind-flowers. Of what was he thinking? Was he re-running the race of Lath? Was he rejoicing in the royal purple? Was he drawing a wood cart in the streets of Paris? Or just winging across the grassy downs in
Gwen I am not gay their is some stupid faker online! I SWEAR ON MY LIFE THAT I AM NOT! btw If I was gay then why are am I chatting and dating a girl!
Dear Gwen u are not a faker nor Lier nor loser! And the people that are brothering u are just dumb, stupid, bored, and need to get a fricking life instead! Don't hurt ur self because of these comments tbh ur really nice, kind, and mannred! Their are more kind people then mean people and I am one of them! Just live ur life and Ignore Liv and unknown guy which is named Greg! No need for all this drama! Best. Tenya Bailey.
BLM British Lives Matter.
