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A hippy, environmentally friendly food truck run by women that can often be found at gas stations.
Let’s go to the Racetrack and eat at the Food Forester.
Did you get sick last week when we ate at the Food Forester?
Extremely dense pubic hairs when a man has a boner
Yo did you hear that Obam has a forest wood
the act of selectively logging in a area of Forest, buy selecting only the trees that are suitable for harvest. and leaving the others to re seed, the area until, they are then suitable to harvest.
sustainable native forest logging, in tasmania they have the best select logging practices in the world no longer clear falling huge areas of land and totaly destorying habitates.
Apple bottom jeans boots with the fur, with the fur
Forest hills high school cool school also cool dudes
Forest Keepers, also known as Forest Giants, or simply Giants, are entities in Lethal Company. They are colossal and extremely quick, eating players they can get their hands on. They have great eyesight, but are incapable of hearing.
Imagine if the Forest Keepers could reach inside the ship like a pringles can!
Yes kids, there is in fact another Lake Forest in Orange County, California, and it’s just as snooty as the one in Illinois. It used to be called El Toro after the local Air Force base which is now decommissioned, but property developers renamed it because the Hispanic name was scaring away wealthy white people.
“Hey, wanna go to the Target in Lake Forest?”
“But Jared, that’s in another state.”
“No, Lake Forest, CA, dumbass.”
This is a account from the book of the Wulfecks where they have stored their family hostory, the story is labeled The Blood Debt and is from 1813.
Deep in the Black Forest, the Wulfecks gathered under the iron chandelier, each sibling radiating venom. The Drakwyn clan demanded blood—a Wulfeck life to repay an ancient betrayal.
“Let’s give them Orin,” Thessira sneered, her dagger gouging the oak table. “He crawled back here like the worm he is. Let him squirm for them instead.”
“Charming,” Orin drawled, flipping a tarnished coin. “If wit could kill, you’d still be harmless.”
Valken slammed his fist into the table. “Enough! This isn’t about grudges. It’s survival.”
Calessa swirled her wine, a smirk curling her lips. “Weakest link, then. Any objections?”
“Besides you?” Orin quipped. Thessira’s dagger flew, embedding inches from his hand. He laughed darkly. “Relax, dear sister. I have a solution—a spell to make a doppelgänger. The Drakwyns get their life, and we stay whole.”
“What’s the catch?” Calessa’s voice dripped with disdain.
“It needs a willing sacrifice,” Orin hissed. “One life for all. Fair trade.”
Silence. Firelight flickered over their murderous glares. Valken’s knuckles whitened. “We don’t sacrifice our own.”
Calessa chuckled coldly. “How noble. Let’s see how long that lasts.”
The tension thickened, their hatred palpable. The blood debt loomed, and the Wulfecks stared each other down, venom and curses dripping with every breath.
The Wulfecks of the Black Forest killed a man