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Technically, you don't pay me. And technically, most of what I do is "think." I...rrr. ummm. And when you get right down to it, I'm better at it than you are. -Ennesby & Captain Tagon

LJS: rrr! K? lol! JIM: :( ! :)

Lupa, like all her kind, spoke in a combination of glances, snarls, ear twitches, postures and pheromones. It was quite an elegant language, though not well suited to rhyming couplets. Believe me, I’d tried. Nothing rhymes with grr-rrr-row-rrr.

He’s just a little Chihuahua.” Okay, Bodhi might be having a bad migraine, but deeming Diablo as anything but a demon’s spawn was akin to heresy.

The hotel looked as though it had been built back in the fifties, when everything seemed designed to be quickly turned into a bomb shelter.

Looking out over the crowd taking their seats Wyatt’s fears were confirmed. Three-ring circuses were less chaotic. The barking, hissing, and squawking. And that was just from the people.

Rabbits did not give you much to work with. They ate. They pooped. Well, they did one other thing, but this bunny lived solo.

He eats imported organic alfalfa from heirloom china.

Wyatt watched as the bodybuilder’s massive bicep rippled up and down as he petted his ... Shih Tzu. His very small Shih Tzu. His very small, very fluffy Shih Tzu. His very small, very fluffy Shih Tzu with a blue rhinestone collar.

It was also important that she think he liked her dog. It was not nearly so important that he actually did. Which was fortunate, really. Yorkshire Terriers were just so … sickeningly cute.

There was something at the top. She never saw what it was. The dust-wife reached the opening first and a shadow reared up, but the hen threw back her head and crowed like a rooster at dawn. The shadow fled. The hen settled, making an indignant errrk. "I know," said the dust-wife soothingly, "I know. Crowing is always so embarrassing for a lady." Rrr-rr-rrrk, muttered the hen, shaking out her neck feathers.

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only said you loved me one time i cornered you... now i understand only want the tightest hand to just let go, yeah, letting you go, go, go ready, set, go ready, set, go ready, set, GO!!! Now, I'm racing so slow! Snails RRR running the show! At my own pace, LET GO! Said, pour another, Moe, I'm just tryin' to let go...

Once again Hunter had come to mark her home. Loretta no sooner realized that than she also realized that Hunter wouldn’t mark the property if he intended to take her with him. He was leaving her. She bolted into a run. “Hunter! Hunter, please…” She gained the gate and watched in helpless despair as the warriors sped past on their mounts, sending up such a cloud of dust that she couldn’t tell which man was Hunter. “Hunter, at least talk to me!” If Hunter heard her, he paid her no heed. Moments later the war party withdrew and rode over the rise. Loretta stood there, staring. Was Hunter divorcing her because of the tosi tivo attack? As hurt as she was, Loretta could muster no anger. It was her own fault he was leaving her. The night before the attack, she had vowed to leave him if he wouldn’t go away with her. She had insisted he choose between her and the People. He had done just that. His father and countless others had been killed. His honor demanded that he avenge them. She pressed her hand to her chest, over the medallion that bore his mark. Throwing back her head, she screamed his name, praying he would hear her and return. She waited, and she prayed. But he didn’t come. “Loretta! Get back in the yard,” Rachel called. Loretta turned, hugging her waist, her body bent slightly to contain the sobs that tried to escape her. “Aunt Rachel, he’s leaving me. He’s leaving me!” Rachel came running. Wrapping both arms around Loretta, she cried, “Oh, honey…” “He’s leaving me!” Loretta once again threw back her head. “Hunter-rrr!” The cry carried on the wind, shrill and mournful. Suddenly he crested the hill, a lone figure on horseback, etched in black against the sky. For a moment Loretta thought she was imagining him because she had wanted him to return so badly. Then he lifted his arm in a silent tribute, saluting her as one warrior would another. Honoring her. Loretta jerked from Rachel’s grasp, staggering toward him, drinking in the sight of him. She wanted to be beside him. She had to make him understand that. He needn’t choose between her and his people. She had been wrong, so horribly wrong.

Loretta! Get back in the yard,” Rachel called. Loretta turned, hugging her waist, her body bent slightly to contain the sobs that tried to escape her. “Aunt Rachel, he’s leaving me. He’s leaving me!” Rachel came running. Wrapping both arms around Loretta, she cried, “Oh, honey…” “He’s leaving me!” Loretta once again threw back her head. “Hunter-rrr!” The cry carried on the wind, shrill and mournful. Suddenly he crested the hill, a lone figure on horseback, etched in black against the sky. For a moment Loretta thought she was imagining him because she had wanted him to return so badly. Then he lifted his arm in a silent tribute, saluting her as one warrior would another. Honoring her. Loretta jerked from Rachel’s grasp, staggering toward him, drinking in the sight of him. She wanted to be beside him. She had to make him understand that. He needn’t choose between her and his people. She had been wrong, so horribly wrong. “Hunter! Take me with you! I love you!” she called. “I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it!” He remained there, his arm still lifted, for several heartbreaking seconds. Then he wheeled his stallion and disappeared from sight. Hollow-eyed, Loretta stared after him. She had asked him to choose, and she had lost. Her legs buckled under her weight, and she fell to her knees, the pain inside her so excruciating that she couldn’t breathe. “Hunter-rr-r!” The wind brushed her cheeks, catching his name and carrying it away from her. She crossed her arms over her breasts and sobbed, her gaze fixed on the rise. She would never again look at the horizon without seeing him outlined there.

Don’t worry, Raj, it’s not a mouse.” “No?” “No, it’s a rat.” Then Raj’s eyes bulged and he let out a deafening scream. “AAAAAAAAAAA​ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA​ AAAAAAAAAAAA​ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA​ AAAAAAAAAAAA​ AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRR​ RRRRRRRRRRRRR​ RRRRRRRRRRRRR​ RRRRRRRRRRRRR​ RRRRRRRRRR​ RRR​ RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR​ RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR​ RRRRR​ RRRRRRRR​ RR​ RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR​ RRRRRRRRRRRR​ RRRR​ RR​ GGGGGGG​ GGGGGGGGGG​ GGGGG​ GGGGGG​ GGGGGGGGGGGG​ GG​ GGGGGGG​ GGGGGGGG​ GGGGG​ GGGGG​ G​ GGGGGGGGGGGG​ GG​ GGGGGGG​ GGGGGGGG​ GGGGG​ GGGGGG​ GGGGGG​ GGGGGGGGG​ H​ HHHHHHHHH​ HHHHHHHHHHHHH​ H​ HHHHHHHHH​ HHHHHHHHHHHHH​ H​ HHHHHHHHH​ HHHHHHHHHHH!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!​ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!​ !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RRR movie review - Actually showing what east India company did for Indians is very emotional I agree, But What I saw in that movie is war was everywhere on history. It is not only british vs India or Musilm vs Hindu, everywhere there were war, remembering past is fine but remembering past should not provoke revenging attitude, even if you have revenging attitude , then you should find a love to erase that revenging attitude, even in this film in climax Bheem get united with that white girl, it shows true love, just like Ram and Seeta, Love all, There was a Tamil film Madharasapattinam where a white girl loves a South Indian guy. Love has no language if it is true, if it is tantra or cheating then it needs language. If there is true love within a girl, then she will find anyhow a way to talk with his man, and if there is true love within a boy, he will find a way to get into her, and if there is no true love , they will get satisfied by what they get - Slipper Shot answer RRR - Good movie, Ram and Sita, Bheem and White girl

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