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What Makes a Couple Happy?
Are you part of a happy couple? Sure, you have small problems, small quarrels, but do you consider yourself happy in your relationship? A happy couple implies a harmonious relationship, strengthened over time, and makes both partners fulfilled and satisfied people.
By Billy Daniels4 years ago in Filthy
Legend
The schoolmaster is generally a man of some importance in the female circle of a rural neighborhood; being considered a kind of idle, gentlemanlike personage, of vastly superior taste and accomplishments to the rough country swains, and, indeed, inferior in learning only to the parson. His appearance, therefore, is apt to occasion some little stir at the tea-table of a farmhouse, and the addition of a supernumerary dish of cakes or sweetmeats, or, peradventure, the parade of a silver teapot. Our man of letters, therefore, was peculiarly happy in the smiles of all the country damsels. How he would figure among them in the churchyard, between services on Sundays; gathering grapes for them from the wild vines that overran the surrounding trees; reciting for their amusement all the epitaphs on the tombstones; or sauntering, with a whole bevy of them, along the banks of the adjacent millpond; while the more bashful country bumpkins hung sheepishly back, envying his superior elegance and address.__ From his half-itinerant life, also, he was a kind of travelling gazette, carrying the whole budget of local gossip from house to house, so that his appearance was always greeted with satisfaction. He was, moreover, esteemed by the women as a man of great erudition, for he had read several books quite through, and was a perfect master of Cotton Mather's "History of New England Witchcraft," in which, by the way, he most firmly and potently believed. He was, in fact, an odd mixture of small shrewdness and simple credulity. His appetite for the marvellous, and his powers of digesting it, were equally extraordinary; and both had been increased by his residence in this spell-bound region. No tale was too gross or monstrous for his capacious swallow. It was often his delight, after his school was dismissed in the afternoon, to stretch himself on the rich bed of clover bordering the little brook that whimpered by his schoolhouse, and there con over old Mather's direful tales, until the gathering dusk of evening made the printed page a mere mist before his eyes. Then, as he wended his way by swamp and stream and awful woodland, to the farmhouse where he happened to be quartered, every sound of nature, at that witching hour, fluttered his excited imagination,--the moan of the whip-poor-will from the hillside, the boding cry of the tree toad, that harbinger of storm, the dreary hooting of the screech owl, or the sudden rustling in the thicket of birds frightened from their roost. The fireflies, too, which sparkled most vividly in the darkest places, now and then startled him, as one of uncommon brightness would stream across his path; and if, by chance, a huge blockhead of a beetle came winging his blundering flight against him, the poor varlet was ready to give up the ghost, with the idea that he was struck with a witch's token. His only resource on such occasions, either to drown thought or drive away evil spirits, was to sing psalm tunes and the good people of Sleepy Hollow, as they sat by their doors of an evening, were often filled with awe at hearing his nasal melody, "in linked sweetness long drawn out," floating from the distant hill, or along the dusky road. Another of his sources of fearful pleasure was to pass long winter evenings with the old Dutch wives, as they sat spinning by the fire, with a row of apples roasting and spluttering along the hearth, and listen to their marvellous tales of ghosts and goblins, and haunted fields, and haunted brooks, and haunted bridges, and haunted houses, and particularly of the headless horseman, or Galloping Hessian of the Hollow, as they sometimes called him. He would delight them equally by his anecdotes of witchcraft, and of the direful omens and portentous sights and sounds inthe air, which prevailed in the earlier times of Connecticut; and would frighten them woefully with speculations upon comets and shooting stars; and with the alarming fact that the world did absolutely turn round, and that they were half the time topsy-turvy!
By rampravesh4 years ago in Filthy
Why Does Social Media Try to Sell Me Cheap Lingerie?
I was so excited last weekend. Just as we were getting ready to leave for the cottage, a courier package arrived. It was the matching gold bikinis I had ordered the week before, hoping they would arrive in time for the cottage trip with our sexy friends. Fast forward two hours — drink in hand, on the dock, with matching gold bikinis ready to be modeled. How very disappointing. They looked like a 4-year-old had hand-cut a plastic bag into a shape that vaguely resembled a bikini. They were awful. So cheap and tacky looking. And, I suspect it was really a 4-year old who had done it - so boo to child labor. Come on.
By Chai Steeves4 years ago in Filthy
True Love Swallows
“I Love You”. What a simple yet complicated statement. The things we do for love often astonish even ourselves. We all have countless formulas for how we express and understood it. The love I have for my children is unconditional and makes me a better person. The simplicity of the love I have for my family reminds me of my need for security. I love my friends in a way that reinforces my desire for inclusion. However, the love I have for my husband is so pervasive it transcends all configurations of love in existence. I am often confused at the way I love this man to such an extent, who at the same time irritates the living hell out of me. He is loud, obnoxious, rude, inappropriate, thoughtful, sincere, and sexy all balled up into a 5’5” blob of misguided testosterone that fires at will into the abyss of my unstable grasp on reality.
By Jessie Smith4 years ago in Filthy
Troy Alexander: Gun Heavy
Opening Credits song https://youtu.be/V_eOmvM-4zc Troy is active in a mission going after a terrorist unit called The Hand Of Fire and he jumps on a moving train and he starts a gunfight with the Hand Of Fire and he shoots them up. Troy sees the leader Malek with the bomb suitcase and the trigger and Troy is chasing through the train. Malek is knocking passengers in front of Troy and Troy is jumping over the seats. Malek drops the suitcase and jumps out of the train. Troy grabs the suitcase shoots out a window and throws the suitcase in a tunnel. Malek is about to press the trigger and Troy shoots Malek's thumb off. Troy comes charging out of the train and attacks Malek knocks the trigger out of his hand and Troy breaks his arm and tosses him to the ground. Malek goes for the trigger and Troy breaks his leg and grabs the trigger. Troy goes to get the suitcase to handcuff Malek to the suitcase Then Troy throws him on the third rail and fries Malek and he blows up.
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Filthy
Adventures of Aphrodite II
She sent them the text and they all knew. Tonight wouldn't be a normal one. She was having a bad day. She needed them to be ready. She needed to use them in the ways that she wanted. It was one of those nights that didn't cater to their preferences and perversions, but to hers. They knew she wouldn't cross their limits, but she would come right up on them and stay there. It helped her though. It let her vent all of her frustrations. It let her be who she was, in the fullness of her sadistic beauty.
By Karen LaRue4 years ago in Filthy
The Party
The Party Dara sighed as she slipped of her blazer, hanging it on the back of her chair before sitting down. Her meetings were done for the day so she could close herself in her office and work without being disturbed. Her and Daddy where going out tonight, and he said that the outfit that he had chosen meant no bra lines, so he had instructed her not to wear a bra to work today. She had felt naughty all day, and a little uncomfortable. She had had meetings scheduled all day, so she had kept her blazer on. Now she had two hours left of her day, and the excitement of the night to come was getting the better of her mind.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
