A ferrous wheel.
Apparently that's their top story
It's a viscous cycle.
My family didn't like this nearly as much as the pancakes I was making, sadly.
It’s helicopt-air
They are nothing but loom and doom.
I lost control.
It was completely pointless.
"No thanks, just looking around."
Your bae-blade
https://imgur.com/gallery/KLwqu
Shor-yu-ken
Ba-dum tss
Tim Cook claims they're revolutionary.
I guess you could say I'm going to be cruisin for a susan.
Edit: I'm an idiot
Don't to get too dizzy!
Background: my sister and I have a friend named Cole who spins fire on staffs and hoops as a performance art. "Burning" is short hand for spinning fire or performing with fire.
Sis: Tonight Cole is burning at Maker's square.
Me: Well its cleaner than oil.
She paused, facepalmed, I kept the sly smile.
We are working on a new web service where users can "spin up" new instances of a specific technology. Similar to this: http://trydrupal8.com/
We are looking for ideas on funny call to actions on the pages header. We have the following so far:
Spin me up Scotty Spin me up before you go go
I figured I would put this out there to the reddit community to see what we could come up with... :)
They called it a day.
I said no I didn’t know he could.
It's just a draft at the moment.
He replied “I’m a big metal fan!”
Me: “How was the gym?”
My wife (pregnant with our first): “It was awesome, I did 45 minutes of spinning”
Me: “Jeez, you must be dizzy!”
Wife: (just shakes her head in disapproval)
Is this a new joke or did I subconsciously steal it from somewhere? Also is it any good?! Am I ready to be a dad??
Then they got bored and called it a day.
It really makes my day
They crept in. It was pitch black and stone quiet. They were suddenly starting to regret this dare. Stupidly, only one brought a flash light. The aggressive darkness and inky black yielded with grudging compliance but always seeming to push back. They moved cautiously onward amid the dust and cobwebs. The floor creaked. They breathed in tight, quick breaths. You could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, there was a deep moan. "OOOOOOOOUUUUU". It seemed from below them. The house had been abandoned for years. Who or what could make such a sound? The boys looked at each other, but continued on, hearts pounding in their chests.
As they proceeded into the kitchen they encountered a swarm of flies. Buzzing and beating their necks and faces, they rushed and stumbled to the door, not stopping to see what they were truly feasting on. They slammed the door behind them. Maybe a body? But no way were they going back to find out. And again came the sound, "ooooOOOOOooooOOUUU" but louder this time, and closer.
They proceeded through the dark into the dining room. They saw a fully set dining table covered in cob webs. Dust-covered regal-looking glasses, goblets and silverware adorned the table. Spiders climbed on ivory plates. Clearly a house of privilege and set for a grand feast which never happened.
Or, perhaps, met a fatal end?
They pushed on. But again that unearthly howl.
"oooooOOOOOOOOOOOUuuuuUUUUuuUUOOOOooo".
They found the basement staircase, and from below, the sounds seemed to be emanating. Could they proceed? Would they? Did they dare? Two of the boys looked at each other, faces filled with worry.
But the third said, confidently, "We're going down there." Not wanting to seem the weaker, the other two boys steeled themselves and nodded.
The stairs creaked and groaned evily under their feet. The rickety banister shook in angry defiance. Insects and vermin scattered underneath them with every step. They were descending into hell, they knew, but none would turn back.
And the sound: "oOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUuuuuUUOOOO". Now loud enough to fill not only their heads but seeming to claw at their very souls!
Now at the basement door! The antique, crying squeak of the hinges eeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEee made the boys wince and almost cover their ears. But they had to know. WHAT is making that horrible, terrible sound?
"ooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUoooooUUUUUUUOOOOOOO"
In the center of the basement lay an unholy coffin! A twisted artistic expression of murder, decay and
... keep reading on reddit ➡
"Oh no! Eiffel!"
Will he / she be disoriented?
I'm a big fan.
Eventually she came around.
One is a spine doctor and the other is a spin doctor, but both give things a new twist!
He says it's Fantastic
Bye, king. I must go.
That's just how I roll
A penguin in a washing machine.
My 4 year old came up with that one.
Synonym roll
We went out and had beers. Cool guy, very driven, wants to be a web designer.
They will travel up your spin and you will have shitty ideas.
... that's a plot twist.
They called it a day.
It just really makes my day
It really makes my day
It really makes my day.
After 24 hours, they called it a day
