3.14
I am shy, my brain is fried, all i can do is hide, from what is inside, but yet if i die, -and i dont lie- i wouldnt fly, i would have only tried, and yet you sigh but my love is unending, just like pi -wolf
Canines' Autumn Ch. 6: Visitation
Kouya was surprised at shun's offer, almost dropping the frying pan he was returning to the kitchen closet. he was hesitant about it, as letting house guests help clean up was considered rude of the host.
The over indulgance of Mr. Wolf
The log table was loaded with the finest of delacacies, seventeen different varieties of lobster, three cows worth of steak, an entire menagery of animal parts, roasted, sauted, broiled, fried dripping with butter, and all varieties of sauces and glazes.
A light lunch
Jared looked up at him and held out a french fry to the tiny tyrant, who in turn grabbed it with both paws and nibbled it like a chipmunk with an acorn. he scampered back over to warden who had another bite of steak for him.
Noisy Lack of Gathering (Otherwise Untitled)
A plate of french fries cooled slowly next to the empty sign-up sheet.
Slice of Lex: Slice of Liz
Although, of all fuckin' things, i would really like some hot out of the fryer french fries, and a chocolate shake," liz made a face like she was confused, "and a dill pickle."
Virus
Virus breaking through the system seeking to take it all down making southern fried brain cells figuring out who to hound data jacking causing mischief making others play the fool hacking ronin stealing credits playing hooky while
dog detective story...(old..lil long...srry...)
"fine then call it a bad habit" i said and sighed, stuffing a handful of fries into my portion of our smoothie. "next thing i know you're going to be saying that fries and smoothies are wrong" i said and nommed at a fry.
Buffy the Big Apple Slayer
"he wanted the regular fries!" deftly, buffy grabbed both plates and expertly swapped the sets of fries before placing the plates down. "better?" "hey, sweetie..."
Home Cooked Dissappointment (Otherwise Untitled)
The entire assembly smelled strongly of the fresh garlic he'd fried up, the boiled noodles not holding much odor about themselves and whatever aroma the beans had to offer was presumably expended on its way into the can.
Amber Silverblood: Chapter Twenty One
I had just poured the first spot of batter into the frying pan when the phone rang. it was a landline, connected to the kitchen wall like you never see anymore. "get the phone, tyler!" d.k. ordered from the living room.
A New Life: Chapter 1
It takes nearly no time for the kit to finish her burger, and munch down some of the fries. she finished the meal, smiling to the nurse as she wiped her muzzle clean with a napkin.