Οι συμπατριώτες μας μαγαζιάρηδες είναι τίμιοι! Επίσης δεν εισάγουμε πιατίνια κιε ντραμς, ο charis έχει πιουρ χελλένικ πράιντ ντράμκιτ.
mporeis na pas ston ose , bgainei lewforeio ka8hmerina.einai treis tourkikes etairies kai 1 lewforeio tou ose kai to pane enala3.Originally Posted by lab
edit: den 3erw tis times omws apo 8es.
ρε μιλατε ρε δηλαδη να πουμε. δε γινεται ρε να πουμε να υπαρχει τετοιο θρεντ να πουμε κ να μη μιλατε ρε δηλαδη να πουμε.
"Deny Me And Be Doomed..."
Έχεις κάτι με τους Κινέζους?
Originally Posted by lab
Originally Posted by charis
egw exw kati me tous kinezous. Dn anexomai ta lefta pou vgazw (giati k egw vgazw lefta, mi nomizeis) na mou ta trwne oi a8lioi k sixamenoi rizan8rwpoi pou to mono pou kseroun na kanoun kala einai na diavazoun ena gamwkokkino vivliaraki k na ftiaxnoun ilektrika sidera k frutezes pou anatinazontai mesa sti mouri mou prokalwntas polles fores a' , b' akoma k g' va8mou egkaumata
"It's there to remind our lads who they're playing for, and to remind the opposition who they're playing against."
Bill Shankly about the 'This is Anfield' plaque
Pio megalo provlima vriskw to oti einai polloi opote osa kai na tous dwseis otan ta moirastoun metaxy tous ousiastika tpt den menei sto kathena tous.
Ki etsi einai kai dysaresthmenoi ki apo panw....
Blood for all tears shed
And Fire for hate
Death for what shall become
All false ones fate
Practical men, who believe themselves to be quite exempt from any intellectual influences, are usually the slaves of some defunct economist.
J. M. Keynes.
Υπάρχει λύση σε αυτό το πρόβλημα και θα στη πω μιας και είσαι χρήσιμο μέλος αυτής της κοινωνίας......άσε σε κάποιον άλλον να κάνει το σιδερο!!!!
Originally Posted by Angelcurse
charis, είσαι πολύ έξυπνος.
charis prwta kane to quote kai meta apanta
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
Μα αυτό κάνει με την μόνη διαφορά ότι ο σένσορας συναισθανόμενος την επερχόμενη καθυστέρηση προσπαθεί να πετάξει και να πάει πάνω.Originally Posted by Moonspellheim
Blood for all tears shed
And Fire for hate
Death for what shall become
All false ones fate
Έτσι είναι καλύτερα?Originally Posted by Moonspellheim
klap klap klapOriginally Posted by charis
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.