Garibaldi Lake Volcanic Field

Let me just start off by apologizing for a bunch of my nuances. I'm sorry for the pile of music sheets that are going to be scattered across the dining table. I'm sorry for the late night snacks I will be munching on as I browse YouTube videos and sing late night karaoke, all the way to the morning. I'll be sorry for the corny jokes, and the disgustingly cheesy humor I will be sneaking into our conversations. I (might) apologize for the milk snorting out your noise as you laugh (and cry) at my non-existent

Team 7... As Sakura was tending more of Naruto's wounds, she heard a branch snap. "Up all night were you?" A creepy voice asked, Sakura swiveled her head around. "...!" "Wake Itachi-kun up now, we want to fight him." Dosu punched his fist into his palm. "And beat the crap out of him!" Sakura took out her kunai knife. "There is no way in hell I'll let you do that!" She recognized their forehead protectors, they were definitely working for him. "...And I know who your leader is!" "TELL ME WHAT

He named a couple inspirational heroes in the field: Alfonso Cuarón due to his proficiency at “oners” (or continuous, uninterrupted “long takes”), and naturally, his uncle. As Ferraro spoke about Barry, he crossed his legs, and his eyes hit the ceiling. “I want to be remembered the way he is,” he said

The group raised their mugs, talking to each other while they used excited hand motions, and smiled. Spotted throughout the rest of the room were mercenaries in the darker corners who nursed their ales. Walking over to the innkeeper, her gaze was drawn to the brass buttons running down the front of his shirt. The buttons shone in the candlelight. She lingered her gaze on his face, startled by the sight of several new raw scars. In contrast, a gentleness gleamed from within his eyes. "It's so good

Eddie huffed and puffed like he had just ran a mile chasing after the ice cream man and gasped at me between breaths "I gotta say Ash, I hope you are getting paid top dollars because you are like a porn star with that mouth." I looked up at him covered in his spit and cum sitting in the hallway right outside my apartment and tried to glare but he just smiled back. "Can I go in my apartment nauhhmMMmfFFf!" Before I could finish my sentence Eddie pushed his cock back into my sore mouth and

“Okay, Ruby, tonight I’ll be Miss Ta Rot. I’ll do it for laughs and giggles. Go get me the cards so I can practice and by the way, do I get to keep my tips?” “Yes. Now why don’t you go in the kitchen and fix us a couple of your awarding winning Rubin sandwiches and I’ll go get the cards.” As Ruby enters the kitchen and hands Beth, the deck of Tarot Cards, Clemmy Sue, and Estelle Louise sashay into the empty Diner and scoot into a booth. At the same time, Estelle Louise excusing herself

As the sun rose over Privet Drive on the Tuesday morning, Dudley looked at his alarm clock it says 8 o clock. Then he jumped out of his bed and bolted downstairs. Not before bouncing on the 9th step. Harry groaned as black sawdust fell on him. Harry stood and brushed the sawdust of him. He opened the door and Dudley raced passed him. Dudley opened the kitchen door with great force. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were waiting for Dudley. They had a big brown box with holes in the top. The green sign

When we awoke, we got dressed and went to where I had tied up the horse. “I have something for you, Maighread.” I pulled out several packages from the side pockets of the horse blanket and unwrapped them. The first was a new pair of jeans, a new green jacket with silver sequins and some women’s underpants. The second package contained a pair of low-cut brown shoes and a white dress with green trim. Maighread did not look happy. “Are you trying to shame me, Taylor McKennitt—giving me presents?”

“Well, that is absolutely ridiculous,” said Conroy. “I’ll go talk to the warden myself.” “You can’t,” Leander said, swallowing hard. If Conroy went to the warden, it would be a death sentence, so as usual he came up with a brilliant idea. He turned his back to his friend briefly, and stuck himself in the eye with his finger. When he turned back around, he was crying. “What’s with the tears,” Conroy asked. Leander wiped at the tears, but intentionally missed most of them. “You are the best friend

Jamie groaned pulling at his hair softly. “It’s so fucking hard,” he whispered. “Jamie, I understand that your homework is difficult, but the use of obscenities is unnecessary,” Greyson scolds, not looking up from the test he’s grading. “You’re an obscenity,” Jamie grumbles, sounding like a petulant child. “Jamie…” Greyson warns slowly. “Do your homework.” “Make me.” Greyson glanced up at Jamie, eyebrow raised. Jamie smirked back, challenge in his dark eyes. “Don’t make me go over there,” Greyson