It just means I'm distracted. I work at a place that bakes them fresh every morning, it's going to be the death of my wallet. What about when he needs to use the restroom?
Oh, then share up. OHHHH HEAVENS!!! @.@ I got free product at my job and I'v almost completely lost the ten pounds I gained. Half I gained from stress because some days I didn't hardly eat. I don't think they do that up their.
It all fell out of my pockets while I was upside down. I'm not sure whether getting my teammate discount eventually will mean I spend less or more. Okay, that's one plus.
I know, I think I'll go rewatch it once they grow out. Welp, I give you permission to modify them just so long as they're empty at the time. Exactly what I'm looking for. Now we need a back gunner.
Must have been a five star experience if they give in movie manicures. But they're not mine and I'm not skilled enough. I'll just buy some I like. Good. I vote Nexo in.
They left the bits and pieces all over the floor though. I don't do well with guns, I don't trust myself with anything that CON go that badly wrong. I second the motion, he's in.
In other words...this gun is designed to be idiot-proof? Yay, it's about time they designed a gun I could use.
I don't believe you're an idiot for a minute. I think you are more cunning and wise than you let on. But da shotgun is fun to fire. Remember kiddies be safe and have fun.
I CON be. My family would attest to that. Yesh Teacher.
Sorry, I didn't mean to feed your insecurity. I read each one, with great interest.
I'm surprisingly insecure for an 18 year old.
The funny thing is, most teenagers aren't nearly as secure as they seem, or would like you to think. I like to keep in mind when I get nervous around other teens, that no matter how put together and good they look, and how bad and sloppy I think I look, somewhere deep inside everyone has an insecurity. Makes me feel less intimidated.
Oh, then share up. OHHHH HEAVENS!!! @.@ I got free product at my job and I'v almost completely lost the ten pounds I gained. Half I gained from stress because some days I didn't hardly eat. I don't think they do that up their.
It all fell out of my pockets while I was upside down. I'm not sure whether getting my teammate discount eventually will mean I spend less or more. Okay, that's one plus.
Wow, just wow. Lol, only time will tell I guess. Agreed. And if I get my way there's a high chance of pegasi as well.
Must have been a five star experience if they give in movie manicures. But they're not mine and I'm not skilled enough. I'll just buy some I like. Good. I vote Nexo in.
They left the bits and pieces all over the floor though. I don't do well with guns, I don't trust myself with anything that CON go that badly wrong. I second the motion, he's in.
Ew. Lol, have you ever shot one? YAY! ….what about a roof gunner…. *Crazed light comes into eyes*
-last edited on Jul 4, 2018 0:56:35 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on Jul 4, 2018 0:56:12 GMT
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Now that my leg was uncased, even if not healed (not that I expected it ever would), I was expected to return to regular classes.
Apparently I had also been expected to have CONpleted a whole pile of worksheets while I was laid up. Turns out that Mateo never delivered them to me, and Sam had used them as coloring pages. That worked fine with me.
I discovered a problem, though, when I showed up and found Celeste sitting in my spot on the crate. I thought through my options, decided my best was just turning around and going home, before Mateo grabbed my arm. “You made it! C’mon, sit down comrade!”
“Maybe I’d rather stand.” I protested.
“On that leg?’” He shook his head. “Celeste, scoot over.”
She glanced over her shoulder at me. She shook her hair out of her face huffily, and grudgingly gave ground.
I slumped down next to her, hunched up my shoulders, and basically looked miserable.
Mateo glanced from me, to her, and finally just shook his head. “You two have issues.”
She was staring off into space, pointedly ignoring me. “How are you, Mateo?”
“Torn.” He said simply, and squeezed himself between us.
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We deemed the warehouse ready that afternoon. The lines were painted on, and we even had goals marked on the walls. There was a full field, and then a small area over to the side that formed a sort of half field for practicing.
That formed an L, which was filled in by the offices, and upstairs a relatively unexplored area. It could wait, though.
Mateo scratched at some paint dried onto his arms. “How do we get the word out?”
“A newspaper ad ought to do the trick.” I deadpanned.
“We have a newspaper?” Mateo raised an eyebrow.
“I was kidding.” I grabbed a spray paint can. “Let’s find a good couple walls around town, and the kids will do the rest of the work.”
I work at a place that bakes them fresh every morning, it's going to be the death of my wallet. 
OHHHH HEAVENS!!! @.@ I got free product at my job and I'v almost completely lost the ten pounds I gained. Half I gained from stress because some days I didn't hardly eat. 
I'm not sure whether getting my teammate discount eventually will mean I spend less or more. 
Yay, it's about time they designed a gun I could use. 
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