Bob: No officer, it was an orange, an orangey red.
Officer: Sounds like a red to me.
Bob: Well, if I went on a green, my brother might be coming the other way.
Like the soda, a crush. A person you recognize as the final piece of your emotional puzzle. They provide mental security for the future, they offer a beautiful tomorrow, they arouse the kind of moments one could only enjoy through imagination....but they just aren't there yet, they are acquiantances or friends, passerbys or classmates....a wish, a gorgeous prospect, one who is the option that is forever left in the hands of circumstance...never assurance
Brooke is my orangesoda, I wish she was just accepting of seeing me more than just as a guy who talks but a guy that is willing to listen. I don't love her, but I love what she is. Only if I could let her know.
Nickname given to bales of marijuana thrown overboard or out of airplanes. Origin is reportedly from members of the US Coast Guard in the area of Southern Florida.