| Amount of texts to »glove« | 28, and there are 24 texts (85.71%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 153 Characters |
| Average Rating | 1.500 points, 5 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Apr 12th 2000, 23:31:58 wrote gertrude about glove |
| Latest text | on May 16th 2009, 20:41:56 wrote stargazer* about glove |
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on Apr 12th 2000, 23:33:17 wrote
on Nov 9th 2000, 20:29:36 wrote
on Jul 10th 2003, 02:02:35 wrote |
»Gloves are perfect.«
After removing items with sharp edges from the Hubble telescope, the spacewalker confirmed that the capture unit had been successful in protecting him.
in an alternate universe, gloves obtain hands that fit into them. they usually choose children's hands, because they take a lot of time to grow out of the glove, and gloves do not just want to throw away a perfectly good hand. a glove will often trade hands with another glove if its own hand is getting too large for it. this way, no hand is wasted, and no glove is left empty. the glove/hand relationship is a symbiotic one, where the glove feeds off of dead skin cells, and the hand is kept warm and comfortable. the glove is sustained indefinitely, while the hand is given a pleasant place to stay. in this way, the glove/hand relationship is mutually beneficial and is one of the true wonders of the natural world.
My mom always told me she had to wear gloves all the time when she was growing up. I remember thinking it must have been a lot colder then.
If you're in a snowball fight, gloves keep your hands from getting cold, but also make it nearly impossible to smush down a new snowball properly. They kinda mess up your aim, too...
When I was little and I used to go outside to play in the snow, my gloves would always end up completely soaking wet. It was never quite clear whether the moisture came from sweat or from melted snow. Perhaps the best part of a snow day came when I would sit on the stairs in my sweats, hair matted down and steaming cup of cocoa in my smelly, prune hands.
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