Watching My Mom Go Black
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Watching My Mom Go Black
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look attentively; "watch a basketball game"
Look at or observe attentively, typically over a period of time
Keep under careful or protective observation
observation: the act of observing; taking a patient look
(of the sky or night) Completely dark due to nonvisibility of the sun, moon, or stars, normally because of dense cloud cover
being of the achromatic color of maximum darkness; having little or no hue owing to absorption of almost all incident light; "black leather jackets"; "as black as coal"; "rich black soil"
Of the very darkest color; the opposite of white; colored like coal, due to the absence of or complete absorption of light
the quality or state of the achromatic color of least lightness (bearing the least resemblance to white)
blacken: make or become black; "The smoke blackened the ceiling"; "The ceiling blackened"
A long, hollow cylinder of metal, plastic, glass, etc., for holding or transporting something, chiefly liquids or gases
provide with a tube or insert a tube into
Material in such a cylindrical form; tubing
conduit consisting of a long hollow object (usually cylindrical) used to hold and conduct objects or liquids or gases
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Mom is a fictional character in the animated series Futurama, voiced by Tress MacNeille. Mom is one of the show's two main antagonists, the other being Zapp Brannigan. However, unlike Brannigan - who is simply an idiotic, comic opera buffoon - Mom is much more threatening and Machiavellian.
(Moming) The Zinalrothorn (4,221 m) is a mountain in the Pennine Alps in Switzerland. Its name comes from the village of Zinal lying on the north side and from the German word Rothorn which means Red Peak. When it was first climbed in 1864 the mountain was known locally as Moming.
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People who preyed on those weaker and more defenseless than themselves deserved whatever punishment was thrown at them. That thought drove Dr. Georgia Dennis in every decision she made, personal and professional. A profiler with the Complex Crimes Unit of the FBI, she was tired of being second-guessed by her boss Michael “Hell” Hellbrook. Once they caught the sociopath responsible for stoning teenaged girls, she was gone from Hellbrook’s team faster than the ink could dry on the transfer papers. Georgia and Hellbrook are hot on the trail of a sadistic killer targeting women and girls with brown hair and brown eyes—women with a striking resemblance to Georgia. Hellbrook will do anything to protect his team, even the woman he never wanted on it in the first place. By keeping her at his side, he grows closer to her until the flame between them erupts and consumes them both. As they get deeper involved with the case and with each other, they do not realize someone else is watching, someone whose descent into madness threatens everyone around them. Is this watcher their killer, or someone much closer? PAVAD: PREVENTION & ANALYSIS OF VIOLENT ACTS DIVISION: PAVAD—the Prevention & Analysis of Violent Acts Division—is a special directorate of the FBI located in St. Louis. PAVAD was formed by Edward Dennis to combat today’s modern crimes in a modern nation. PAVAD consists of only the best of the FBI’s best, and addresses cases involving everything from kidnapping, money-laundering, extortion, all the way up to RICO violations. The PAVAD directorate has more than a dozen teams ready to mobilize at a moment’s notice to every corner of the United States…
Jaina Lefevre pulls a small black tube-shaped thing out of her waistband and slips the strap around her wrist, settling it into her hand. She keeps it mostly hid and just looks at Daisy. She's calm as anything, then lifts her hand with the chem-spray that grew out of the old pepperspray. "Wanna bet I can get this in your face before you can draw that and shoot? And then if you shoot Mom, or Mister Quentin here, they're gonna break you into itty pieces. You shoot me? They'll break you into more itty pieces. You really -that- stupid?"
Deets Carroll reaches under the bar and pulls out the shotgun and sets it on the bar, pointing at the woman. She flips off the safety. "Actually, I'm threatening, now. " she says, coldly. "Time for you to leave." If the woman leaves, she's very tempted to shoot Jaina, at the moment.
Quentin Morrisey would quickly draw his handgun and look at Cam. "Ah think you best be doing what the lady says.. he would cock the hammer back for emphasis.
Daisy Wakowski grins wide, bearing her teeth. Sadistic. She looks to the shotgun on the bar and then to the girl, still ignoring the hybrid. "Little girl, i could shoot a hole in your and feed your insides to your mother before you even blink."Very exadurated, but she's not slow. Her head turns to the hybrid and this time actually aknowlages him. Or his gun atleast. "What's this? Claws not sharp enough?" she asks, surprised to see a neko pull a gun before trying to scatch her eyes out. She looks to the other two once again, her eyes finally falling on the blonde. "I don't like this bar," she says, her thumb pushing back against the hammer of her revolver. Without another word she turns around and walks towards the door.
Quentin Morrisey: "tit fer tat lady.. you threaten with a gun.. Ah'll threaten with a gun... and sides.. Ah dun' like grownups pickin' on kids."
Gorthin Kondor enters the bar for a drink, but halts as a man at the bar is wving a gun around.
Jaina Lefevre watches her go and slowly tucks the vial back in her belt. She grins a little. She's not someone's puppet anymore. A glance up at Quentin and then to the woman leaving.
Deets Carroll keeps the shotgun aimed untill the woman is out the door. Her voice is full of suppressed rage. "Jaina, you are to go straight home and stay there, until we can discuss this with your mother." She looks to the NPC guy, to make sure he gets the message.
Daisy Wakowski rolls her eyes when the hybrid starts talking again. "Hush, kitty," she mutters, probably only loud enough for his hybrid ears to pick up. She pulls open the door and heads outside, still grinnin gslightly as she heads away.
Quentin Morrisey: "British bitch." he holsters his handgun looking around. then to Gor he smiles. "Hi There Welcome to th' Snake pit!"
Gorthin Kondor decides taking his money somewhere else and avoid this little shootout. It seemed the angerwas directed at the woman that just left, but they seemed... not in the right mood for his person.
Jaina Lefevre glances over to Deets. "Whatever." She shrugs and turns to Quentin. A little bow to him. "Thanks Mister Quentin." She starts for the door, head held high.
Deets Carroll sighs, and safeties the shotgun, replacing it behind the bar. She forces a polite smile, which fades as the customer leaves.
Quentin Morrisey: "Sorry about th' commotion."
Deets Carroll snorts. "Not YOUR fault."
Quentin Morrisey holds up the water bottle. "Thanks fer the bottle of water!"
Deets Carroll grins. "My pleasure."
Jaina Lefevre turns. 'Not MINE either! I'm not gonna be someone's puppet, Mom. Not anymore." She slaps the door open and steps outside, then glares at the NPC. "Don't even say it."
Deets Carroll steps out of the bar and points. "That way. Go. Or can I not trust you to do even that much?"
Jaina Lefevre crosses her arms and just looks at Deets. "Guess maybe you changed your mind about me being out of the apartment, huh? Make up your mind, will ya? Jeeze."
Deets Carroll nods, "I have changed my mind. Boarding school is looking good right now. For you or me, I haven't decided."
Jaina Lefevre ignores the comments and just keeps walking. She's taking her own sweet time though.
It's kind of like how a mom forgets how severe the pain of childbirth is in-between pregnancies. I had forgotten what it was like to stand outside in winter waiting for my dog to "do his business" since my beloved Chow Chow, Dasher, died 2 years earlier. All I could think of was the instant joy that a wet-nosed nuzzle could muster on even the worst of days. For three months I shamelessly shoved my husband's face in front of my laptop screen to view my latest desire on Petfinder.com and the local shelters. Then one day, he turned to me while we were sitting on the couch watching Cesar Milan perform miracles and asked if I'd want to go to the S.P.C.A. shelter near his work after our 3 kids got home from school.
Uhhh....YES!!
Within a half hour, we all piled in the car and were on our way. Just to look, of course. Just to look.
When we walked in, I was instantly taken with how many misunderstood Pit Bulls inhabited this no kill shelter. When I went back to the window to inquire about one that had been there quite a long time, however, they informed me that a law had been passed that they couldn't go to homes with children under 16. I was saddened, but I was sure we were there on that day for a reason. As I walked back to the kennels, my whole family was standing in front of the cage of a black and white American Bulldog. All the other dogs were barking, whining, or jumping as I walked past. He just sat at the door wagging his tail with his head slightly bent down. I knew from the look on my husband's face that this stray had found his new forever home.
He had to get fixed the next day, so we didn't actually get to take him home until the day after, which became his new birthday since all they could tell us was that he was about a year old.
The picture that I included is the night he came home with us. Obviously, you can tell he was comfortable right away. That's pretty much how we felt about him too. He just kinda fit from the very beginning.
I think that's a universal feeling for anyone who's ever adopted a dog or puppy. You can be surrounded by 6, 12, or even 50 pairs of eyes that are searching yours for that certain something. That indescribable spark that this one pair of eyes inevitably sends directly into yours. The instant recognition of 2 souls who just somehow know they were destined to be together. It's a beautiful thing.
Of course, it hasn't stopped him from staring into empty space on a cold winter day while I shiver and wait for him to finally get on with things.
Thank goodness I got my tubes tied.
How does a young woman of wealthy parents and high birth become the owner of one of the most famous bordellos in London? We follow the life of Jade Green; the infamous Madam of The Garden of Eros, from her birth in Shanghai to her imprisonment after one of her girls is murdered by a jealous husband. Upon her release, she takes up residence in the quiet English town of Walton Village and seeks anonymity. However, fate decrees that she must revisit her past in order to ensure justice for her friend Toby Brown, whose own life is clouded by an ill-fated agreement between cousins made in the desperate days of World War I.
Ma Femme Est Une Salope
MILF aux gros seins se fait enculer par un macho espagnol
Jeune salope veut salir le lit de sa cousine et son copain