I hit the brakes giving the squirrel enough time to realize the danger and leap onto the hood of my LaFerrari (Did I mention that the selling and transporting of “candy” is a big business?) I was close enough to it to read the squirrels name tag, it read Detective Jon Sena, CEA (candy enforcement administration). Jon Sena then lept off the hood and dashed into a hole just off the road. I sat there for a moment, sure it was a hallucination, before driving the rest of the way to work. Little did I know, Jon Sena had just vowed a life debt to me, and wanted to repay it as soon as
Our universe is shaped by an acorn-chasing squirrel. That is the major plot of ‘Ice Age: Collision Course’, which is also the prologue of the movie. Scrat, the prehistoric squirrel, falls into an ice-covered spacecraft, while searching for a perfect spot to safe-keep his precious acorn, and unintentionally launches the spacecraft, thus starting the Scrat-tastrophe. High up in space, Scrat’s series of mishaps cause the planets to collide to each other, positioning each planet to the current place, and creating the storm on Jupiter. Unfortunately, not only planets but also asteroids are hit by his spacecraft, causing them to move towards the earth.
Hulk was on his heels and cornered him in the alley. Ant-man gives up and gives the Coca-Cola Mini to the Hulk. Unfortunately, Hulk can 't get it open with his large fingers. Ant-man helps him. "You 're so helpless," Ant-man said this as he jumped on the Hulk and onto the Coke Mini, obviously in his
I am surprised I didn’t piss on his car and kick his mailbox off. So driving home is when I get T-boned in my Honda. That thing... driving drunk isn’t safe much less in a hybrid with 13 horsepower. This jeep PLOWS into me. (I’d just had the car maybe a month!).
“What would you like for your ice cream” “Butter finger and cookie dough please” “Ok just a minute” I went to go sit down back at my seat and here it comes heaven in the form of ice cream.Culver’s ice cream is so creamy it melts in your mouth like water.And it taste smells fresh as a new onion. “Are you Guys ready to go” “Yes” We were all in the truck when Grandpas truck steps broke.Thud I took my attention away from my samsung galaxy tab. I looked at the sight i did not want to see after eating at culver 's. My grandma fell on her butt in the middle of the parking lot.I rushed out of the truck instantly aiding my grandma helping her into the truck. “Grandpa let 's go to your house because she is in the
“So guess what Starbucks? I tricked you into putting merry Christmas on you cup!” states Joshua Feuerstein, creator of the now viral Starbucks red cup rant video with over 15 million views. Feuerstein then continues to describe how Starbucks purposefully “took Christ out of Christmas” in response to this year’s plain, cranberry red cup. His video led many Christians to believe that there is a war on Christmas in the business world. They argue that Starbucks is becoming too politically correct because the baristas cannot say “merry Christmas” to their customers, but Starbucks still sells Christmas-themed merchandise.
Growing up, we are surrounded by gender stereotypes. You walk into a Walmart, looking to buy your nephew a toy for his birthday. You approach two aisles: one full of action figures, dinky cars and monster trucks - the other, full of Barbies, dress-up clothes, and frilly stuffed animals. Societally labelled: “The Boys Aisle” and “The Girls Aisle”. If you bought your nephew a toy from the “Girls Aisle”, he would be shamed and mocked simply for having an interest outside of society 's norm.
They went to another candy store and looked all over but still didn’t find any. Then Cara saw a box that a man was carrying a box that said in bold, marshmallows on the box. So she ran up to the man and said, “ Sir I will give you five dollars for just a bag of marshmallows.” He looked surprised but shrugged and gave Cara a bag of marshmallows for the five dollars. They went back to the entrance of the plane to California and there was nobody there but them. Lyle looked at the clock and his eyes widened while his eyebrows almost touched the top of his head.
The summer rays beating down on the sun dried grass, the faint ring of the tune of an ice cream truck is fading as it gets farther and farther away from our car. Mom and Dad are playing the license plate game in the front seat while I pull my white beaten up earbuds out of my pocket. As I am skipping through my playlist, I hear a quick scream that is soon cut off by a crash then everything fades. That is a day I will never forget, I can still remember every detail, being carried away by the paramedics, covered in glass shards and debris from the crash. A car had spun out of control and and sent us tumbling off the the long backroad into a nearby ditch.
As I sat in my cousins living room I watch an intelligent, creative young child turn into a zombie at the sight of the television screen. Moments prior he was speaking to his mother in Russian and his father in English, and I was astonished at such a young age he had the ability to comprehend two languages and speak them both. I took another look at this zombie version of Bryce. He had his controller in hand, his eyes were wide, staring at the television screen , not blinking. He was surrounded by toys, yet after playing with his complex car racing track for a mere five minutes, he was beyond bored, craving his parents constant attention.