• Lapp
• If we define things as unreal, they may still be real in their consequences
• Professors who have contempt for their students
• The children are all crying in their pens
• I used to fly like peter pan, all the children flew when I touched their hands
• On the horizon, the lions circle their kill while the sun waits to set
• may their names be sung forever
• I'm going to love you like the undead woe their graves, crave the living.
• I like to see it lap the miles
• The Miller, His Son, and Their Ass
• the velocity with which their foreheads hit the floor
• Their Eyes Were Watching God
• How do cows get all their nutrients, when they only eat grass?
• Some virtues dig their own graves
• candle smoke and christmas spice leapt up their noses like cardamom cats
• Please inquire of past generations, and consider the things searched out by their fathers
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• Merrily Shutup
• 27 Innocent Bystanders and Their Visions of the Afterlife
• Everyone's got their drug
• I'm ceded--I've stopped being Theirs
• Never argue with an idiot. They bring you down to their level and beat you with experience.
• How to convert musical notes to their Hz equivalent
• rubies subtly set their skirts on fire.
• Writers don't look for their big breaks. They write them.
• Phar Lap
• institutions have lives of their own
• Stars In Their Eyes
• Legal Happy Pills and their Trials and Tribulations.
• Addressing others by their user names
• Open letter from Saddam Hussein to the American peoples and the western peoples and their gov'ts
• Carelessly their feet trod upon life, extinguishing it
• When each had their own personal anthem
• The scientists surrender their chemistry of mud and the song turns to destruction
• As I Lay With My Head in Your Lap Camerado
• Run around like chickens with their head cut off
• How can someone worship a dead naked man nailed to a cross as their god?
• Correcting BBC newsreaders on their grammar
• Boston sports fans and their teams: A brief but angsty perspective
• fattening the fruits of their orchards with war-dead
• So many people have come and gone, their faces fade as the years go by
• Know your pets
• Why American women shave their legs
• I feel their presence
• Men who are willing to listen to women talk about their periods
• I am sorry but when you were talking I was admiring the shape of your lips and evaluating their kissability
• Discovering personalities by watching people with their dogs
• Don't trust anyone with the sun in their eyes
• Taking on a Life of Their Own
• Drowning their sorrows in blood
• The Story of Two Sisters Who Were Jealous of Their Younger Sister
• Why programmers don't comment their code
• Everyone has a sofa to give away at some point in their lives
• Kick Their Fucking Heads In 2
• The sand people ride in single file to hide their numbers
• There's husbandry in heaven; their candles are all out.
• Japanese Edo style Gardens and their Artificially Managed Space
• Safe in the Lap of the Gods
• The She-Goats and Their Beards
• Why guys care if their partner spits or swallows
• My hands have lost their memory
• Those who have abandoned their dreams will discourage yours
• The Girls in Their Summer Dresses
• When I growl, the sound echoes like thunder all through the valleys and woodlands, and children tremble with fear, and women cover their heads with their aprons, and big men run and hide.
• England their England
• So happy she drools
• Dead links in writeups
• Be nice to smokers: any cigarette can be their last
• Apple-pie families and their flaming wreckage
• Telephone solicitors now call me at their own risk
• Optimus Prime, Ultra Magnus, and Their Forbidden Love
• Necronomicon: Of Ye Old Ones And Their Spawn
• the flags are all dead at the tops of their poles
• The cost of having nice things is the obligation to their maintenance
• In What Distress Candide, Cunegund, and the Old Woman Arrive at Cadiz, and Of Their Embarkation
• More of The Story of Two Sisters Who Were Jealous of Their Younger Sister
• Why do Christians bring their kids up as Christians?
• The tendency for furries to have their species as a surname
• The lads in their hundreds to Ludlow come in for the fair
• Viking raids
• The Prodigy: Their Law
• Everyone tells their own story with them as the star
• Deal with the flames on their terms or yours
• Bell lap
• If only the spaghetti westerns were half as good as their titles
• Their feet grow dark with his blood
• So we drank their blood...
• What guys do with their penis
• their teary eyes follow us as if our actions are accompanied by tragic music
• their laughter became the second song
• Flaunting your sexuality
• You wear your breasts to their full extent
• Having an S on a transcript rather than a B
• Each one has their own story
• You see them driving around, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes
• They don't realize they're talking about death but I can hear it behind their voices
• Butterflies are passive aggressive and put their problems on the shelf, but they're beautiful
• The bullets sang softly in their strait prison of steel and brass
• Lapps
• Why female athletes are paid less than their male counterparts
• Women and their weight problem
• The Scots Confession: Chapter 20
• their eyes meet for the first time, but they saw each other's hearts
• Everyone Thinks the Best about Their Own Children
• Jokes and their Relation to the Unconscious
• Those eyes shall see the incest of their lips
• bog lap
• The Monkeys and Their Mother
• Supporting your views on modern social dynamics by citing anthropology
• What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
• Where do dogs get their Vitamin C from, when they don't eat fruits?
• These images in their contrivance were the utter epitome of unconscious inertia
• Round The Moon: 3: Their Place of Shelter
• Everyone picks their poison. I've got mine.
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• A League of Their Own
• Judging women by their books
• And oh, how we long for their shaky, malnourished caresses
• Off with their heads!
• Rap artists who insist on singing their own name in their songs
• Corporations only feel hits to their wallet
• Country kids driving their sins up haunted logging roads
• A ragtag fleet, running for their lives
• What Befell Candide and Martin on Their Passage
• The Three Princes and their Beasts
• I don't mind it when authors take their time
• It's not enough they take your life away with a gun; they have to take it away with their pens, too
• Scissors that shed their safety
• Where do memories go to sharpen their daggers?
• the morning snowdrops fall like dew in the sunlight and fill my heart with their icy cold and all i can think about is you
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• Greeks like their women armless
• words whose reversals are their opposites
• Flushing out your enemies from their lair with bad rock music
• The dark riders were not sleeping. They were only resting their eyes.
• Listen, boy. Everyone is their own kind of ninja.
• The only difference between men and boys is the size of their shoes and the price of their toys.
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• Ten Stupid Things Men Do to Mess Up Their Lives
• He Knows Not Their Names
• People's secrets show in their eyes
• They'll find their own lightning
• They Spent Their Wild Youthful Days in the Glittering World of the Salons
• When the dead poets mobilize, they'll paint your picture on their planes
• relentlessly mock and deride their institutional legitimacy
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• Scientists who have genetically designed their children for superior 'fros
• Rock Stars and their bizarre love-lives
• I Look at Men in the Height of Their Youth
• The movements exist on their own terms, manifesting rare beauty
• Everyone has their antarctic
• a sea of assholes celebrating the jetsam of their own bile
• A lap dance is so much better when the stripper is crying
• Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country
• Scientist hits head on curb joke
• Ranters and their rants
• Brides on their Trial
• Immortality are their garb
• to that end they offer you their bare bellies. pick up the knife.
• Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room
• One Lap of America
• People who don't capitalize their I's
• Stick a fork in their ass and turn them over, they're done
• I liked their early stuff
• Antisemitism and Martin Luther
• I've seen old men crying at their own gravesides

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