Eszett
Eszett looks like = " ß " .
Eszett by Frozenpeas September 27, 2005
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So Eszett was walking along the streets of Haddonfield, and he saw Paul Dochney and Eszett said "Hi" to him. Good times.
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Eskettit by Eric Hudson May 29, 2018
estettering
1. living life in the manner that nothing can touch you on your way through.
2. being in a state of dewy-eyed innocence to the world around you.
2. being in a state of dewy-eyed innocence to the world around you.
estettering by H-Pa Biggums March 25, 2009
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She was a very pretty girl- and everyone knew that at first sight that she was a well-behaved lady:
Her face was young without one blemish to mar it’s perfectly pale complexion. Her shoulders were broad and she held her noble head high with the air of confidence. Her brow was soft, quizzical, and serene with purity and wisdom. Her jaw was set and her mouth was thin, straight, and the color of the Joseph’s Coat rose. And then her eyes- they were shining brightly , they looked through you without fear as if they already knew what they were to find and that you should be very ashamed of whatever it was that found her judging gaze. Her eyes became oceans- and lakes and rivers but then- you would not doubt if they could become the spark that set forests and wildernesses wildly ablaze when her spirit was kindled in anger. Her dress was simple and her bonnet old and bleached from its long days in sun and yet- her array looked finer than a queen’s. She was very sensible and simple. She was beyond perfection.
Her face was young without one blemish to mar it’s perfectly pale complexion. Her shoulders were broad and she held her noble head high with the air of confidence. Her brow was soft, quizzical, and serene with purity and wisdom. Her jaw was set and her mouth was thin, straight, and the color of the Joseph’s Coat rose. And then her eyes- they were shining brightly , they looked through you without fear as if they already knew what they were to find and that you should be very ashamed of whatever it was that found her judging gaze. Her eyes became oceans- and lakes and rivers but then- you would not doubt if they could become the spark that set forests and wildernesses wildly ablaze when her spirit was kindled in anger. Her dress was simple and her bonnet old and bleached from its long days in sun and yet- her array looked finer than a queen’s. She was very sensible and simple. She was beyond perfection.
ezzette by happybirthdaybaby December 9, 2013