the cutest couple ever. elan is so perfect and cute and does the bestest things ever and makes hailey so happy
by elans gf January 11, 2023
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Person 1: Yo you wanna go throw milk bottles at the baby cows in the field over there
Person 2: Nah I gotta go get my Free Sloppy at Harley Davidson
Person 2: Nah I gotta go get my Free Sloppy at Harley Davidson
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Cuties patooties these gals are meant to be brayden is boring and nice and cool I guess but hailey so amazing and gorgeous this match is a match made in heaven this also they go to each others houses and make out.
Hailey:i love you brayden
Brayden:i love you too bae
brayden and hailey mean a cute couple and definitely getting married
Brayden:i love you too bae
brayden and hailey mean a cute couple and definitely getting married
by Brayden and hailey fannn November 20, 2023
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by TheUnknown123451 February 14, 2025
Get the Cole's Girlfriend Hailey mug.The cutest couple to ever live. Ultimate power couple energy with lots of chaos and chemistry. They are partners in crime, sharing a lot of inside jokes that no one understands but them. Zack and Hailey aren’t just a couple they are an experience. Individually, they are forces of nature; together, they are a whole category 5 hurricane. They make everyone around them believe in love, chaos and a well timed roast.
by anonymous April 7, 2025
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QUOTE:
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
QUOTE:
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.
by John Geometry TM October 6, 2025
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