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εδιτ: μλκ πανκη εισαι εδώ;;;
Last edited by tsimpouklano; 15-07-2014 at 17:49.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.
εγώ και παρασκευή και σαββάτο απόγευμα-βράδυ είμαι κομπλέ.
I'll bury you in your god's fucked garden
ara menei na poun autoi pou itan gia paraskeui an mporoun gia savvato gia na voleuei oloi tin plasi
Το ίδιο μου κάνουν όλες οι μέρες, κανονίστε και σκάω.
John Cleese: Political Correctness Can Lead to an Orwellian Nightmare
να ρτω? θα εχει να μαχαιρωσω?
έλα! έλα!
Nwûl tash.
Dzwol shâsotkun.
Shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk.
Tyûkjontû châtsatul nu midwan.
Midwanjontû châtsatul nu asha.
Ashajontû kotswinot itsu nuyak.
Wonoksh Qyâsik nun.
Qotsisajak
Originally Posted by se leo
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.
Στείλτε pm όταν και όπου κανονίσετε.
Barry Prudom-He's Public Enemy No1.
Shogun από telemarketing, έτσι; Σωστό σε βρίσκω. Αλλά δες ακόμα και το quote που έκανες... Μην σφάξεις κανένα fake και τζάμπα γίνει το κακό.
"Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spent my entire day sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commit acts they would otherwise find repulsive. "The Devil made me do it." I have never made one of them do anything. Never. I need no souls. And how can anyone own a soul? No, they belong to themselves. They just hate to face up to it..." -
Lord Lucifer Morningstar
λαφυρο απο Αλαμανα ειναι ρε κριαρι
Πειτε ποτε κανονισατε να το σκεφτούμε και μεις μήπως ξεφύγουμε από δω.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.