22 로열티 프리 오디오 트랙들 "교환"에 대한

Easy movement, swap.

New york stock exchange bell.

A large group of frogs croaking at a nearby marsh.

Cartoony swap effect or high swoosh.

A conversation that happened in the kitchen. Warm for the time of year, a man steps in to play basketball on a corner paved lot. Just one basket and no refs, the two free-throws he is offered are almost unheard-of. Maybe some of them didn't like his looks. Likely too they know what he does for a living. Likeliest of all he was playing well, but for sure the woody that won't quit had come to call, and they probably liked that least of all. So he steps up to the foul line and the first shot zips the net. So does the second one, but even before it gets there, someone jumps in behind him, grabs hard and and zips his pants all the way down. They aren't around his ankles, though. Close one, he's standing on them. Worse, a local crowd has gathered. Only the stunned aren't laughing or pointing or cheering. You put your pants back on and go home, what else can you do? game over.

Flea market in moscow, various old things are sold.

Audio demonstration of the exchanging sort algorithm from a quick basic 4. 5 example program called sortdemo. Bas.

This sounds like something else, but my bf bought a new starter motor for my car. I guess he didn't think i should be able to hold it up in the palm of my hand. It's a small car, after all.

How to win an argument.

That's it?! mm-hmm. The cusp of understanding that somehow stops nearly every adult male.

I told him, if you want to win the arguments you'll need to upload your own sounds. You can't use my account.

I know what you thought.

Not a silly question, if you don't know the answer. Guess he didn't.

Here is the sound of a street market in france. Recorded while walking through the market. Youtube video with pictures of the location on the day: https://youtu. Be/hvhn4o9_t8m. 96khz 24bit stereo.

Good answer.

A failed attempt at a zing. Go ahead. Hit me where it hurts. I can take it. ;-d.

is what it is. The release turned out to be a contract. I'd seen the last of that hat.

nothing to wear. it's a phrase used sometimes by those wishing to make a point, and some, like me, wouldn't see any risk involved. Really was nothing, maybe a bad habit. Once again, not even socks. A huge hand clenching a bottom cheek and i was through the front door. Underestimated partner. Bluff called. No quarter. No turning back. . .

Nobody does the right thing.

If something happens to you. . . Like getting totally pantsed at a public basketball court. . . Somebody's bound to get pics. Or video. Or both. What happens to the stuff afterward is the thing that matters. Also, somebody would have to wanna help you out. Nobody like that around here. In the past somebody might have helped you out, if you were under any sort of attack. Today it's different. Everybody holds up a cellphone to see what they can capture, of whatever is happening to you. You're on your own.

I get annoyed easily when i hear someone telling me what to do. It gets me in trouble. This was a while ago. I hadn't ever been caught at that point, and he was the one recording. He actually got me started on that. Of course, i had taken off the offending articles of clothing and kicked off my sneakers, and was locked outside my own front door that way. Of course i couldn't go anywhere, and the only unlocked window had an air conditioner in it. Yes i did. Right over the top of it, might have looked pretty clumsy, at least…i know it was risky but not as bad as standing out there. Luckily it was a back window. Unluckily, it was raining. Hard. Should have let him build that fence.

You've been the target of an attack, and you're at the local city precinct. I'd always thought the police had a blanket in the car. Not sure why. One reaches a point where it no longer matters. Getting there can be accelerated if your rescuer arrives without thinking to bring along something, anything for you to wear home.