To επικό βίντεο της ημέρας.
"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
Άνεργο τον βλέπω σύντομα τον Ευτύχη:
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.
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear
"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
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.
Double post, αλλά δε μπόρεσα να αντισταθώ σε αυτό το Μνημείο Πολιτιστικής Κληρονομιάς:
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.
Κάποιοι την αναφέρετε συχνά την κοπέλα, την φάγατε.
Επικό τέλος
John Cleese: Political Correctness Can Lead to an Orwellian Nightmare
Ξυνή από τότε που έκανε "μουσικές εκπομπές" στο Ω του Μαρόγλου, αυτή η Αντωνοπούλου. Η ρεπόρτερ εν τω μεταξύ χωρίς γάντια
Ζήλεψα τον συνάδελφο από πίσω, που τα είχε όλα κλειστά και άραζε στο σπιτάκι του.
"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
Οποιο χερι γυφτοβλαχου αμορφωτοπιθηκα σηκωνεται να κανει πλακιτσα με την Μανια, πρεπει να κοβεται απο τον ωμο. Ηδη 3 απο τα κωλοπαιδα εχουν ταυτοποιηθει και ετοιμαζονται να δουν τους γονεις τους να βασανιζονται μπροστα στα ματια τους.
Εγώ δεν θα πάθω τίποτα, γιατί αν περάσει θα σηκωθώ να φύγω. Γλώσσες μιλάω, βιογραφικό έχω, καλά είμαστε. Βερολίνο, Βιέννη, Σεράγεβο, Βελιγράδι, Βηρυτό, Τυνιδα, υπαρχουν μέρη να πάω να καπνίζω στα μπαρ. Αυτοί που μένουν πίσω είναι που θα βουτηχτούν στη μιζέρια.
Σήμερα χιονόμπαλες σε ρεπόρτερ, αύριο χειρολαβές από αστικά. Πού θα σταματήσει αυτή η κατρακύλα;
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.
Όταν κλαπεί και η τελευταία ΣΥΚΟΦΡΕΤΑ απ' το τελευταίο περίπτερο της χώρας...
"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
τώρα φταίω εγώ που φαντάζομαι μια γκοφρέτα με γέμιση μαρμελάδα σύκο και επικάλυψη σοκολάτα;
Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam;
Not for music δεν είναι το thread? Ε, μορφωθείτε:
"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