Ε απλά είναι αρκετά μεγάλη και έχει και εκνευριστική φάτσα. Τώρα τα βυζιά, οκ, πολλές έχουν.
I was just in your kitchen. I didn't see no god damn pig.
Επιτελους, να παρει και κανας αλλος σειρα...
1) e4, c5
2) Νf3
Αντε να χωρισει και η Παπαριζου
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.
ποιος τη γαμάει αυτήν?
We work in the dark. We do what we can to battle the evil that would otherwise destroy us. But if a man's character is his fate, this fight is not a choice but a calling. Yet sometimes the weight of this burden causes us to falter, breaching the fragile fortress of our mind, allowing the monsters without to turn within. We are left alone staring into the abyss, into the laughing face of madness.
ενας τζαβατζης-manager της
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.
Μαλακα, τωρα που το quotarες συνειδητοποιησα τι εγραψα
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.
ναι μην το κανεις edit ομως! για το ιστορικο κομματι.
υπομονή
Άντε καλές τηλεθεάσεις τώρα μανάρι μου.
It is known.
'Οπως λέγαμε και με γνωστό μέλος του ηαρ πριν από λίγο αν δεν τον έχεις παίξει στην εφηβεία σου βλέποντας πρωινό καφέ και έχοντας πραγματικά άγχος για το τι θα φοράει η Μενεγάκη εκείνη τη μέρα, δε μπορείς να θεωρείσαι άντρας.
(Βέβαια απότι κατάλαβα αυτός εννοούσε τη Βέφα)
I went down into the valley to pray.
I got drunk and I stayed all day.