R&P Relaties & Psychologie
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Ik heb de zolder boven mijn garage geplunderd 
. Twee grote witte ijzeren emmers, een ouderwetse melkbus en twee grote glazen potten 
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Alleen geen plek om t neer te zetten
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. Twee grote witte ijzeren emmers, een ouderwetse melkbus en twee grote glazen potten .Alleen geen plek om t neer te zetten
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“What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course”
Aut viam inveniam, aut faciam
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Ook niet in de tuin en dan plantjes erin?quote:Op vrijdag 16 februari 2018 15:36 schreef Samzz het volgende:
Ik heb de zolder boven mijn garage geplunderd
Alleen geen plek om t neer te zetten
of is dat dan weer zonde
Op zolder is nog wel ruimte.quote:
Ik heb de zolder boven mijn garage geplunderd
Alleen geen plek om t neer te zetten
Aut viam inveniam, aut faciam
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Ja, van t zomer voor die witte emmers iddquote:Op vrijdag 16 februari 2018 15:37 schreef LovelyLady het volgende:
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Ook niet in de tuin en dan plantjes erin?
.De grote glazen potten gaan mee naar t werk.
“What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course”
Op 
Wrom?quote:
Aut viam inveniam, aut faciam
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Bak thee met honing, doos tissues, even janken, vrolijke muziek opzetten en weer door! Dat is het beste advies dat ik je kan geven op het moment.quote:
Schijnbaar wel. Anders had je ze er niet eens van af kunnen halen.quote:
Aut viam inveniam, aut faciam
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Gewoon lekker pompen. Standje 11. Af en toe ook lekker.
All you know about me is what I've sold you, dumb fuck
We zullen je niet storenquote:Op vrijdag 16 februari 2018 15:40 schreef HostiMeister het volgende:
Gewoon lekker pompen. Standje 11. Af en toe ook lekker.
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Ik ben gewoon behoorlijk grieperig. Net 39,5 koorts. En alles draait en is wazig en ik heb hoofdpijn en keelpijn en spierpijn en zweet me n ongeluk
compact en kleverig.
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Gewoon lekker pompen. Standje 11. Af en toe ook lekker.
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Ik ben gewoon behoorlijk grieperig. Net 39,5 koorts. En alles draait en is wazig en ik heb hoofdpijn en keelpijn en spierpijn en zweet me n ongeluk
Beterschap
Aut viam inveniam, aut faciam
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
quote:Back when I was hosting at a restaurant with a very popular patio, I had a guest who didn't know how the earth worked. I'll call her Galileo.
Galileo: Excuse me, but I think you need to fix this umbrella.
Me: Okay, what's the problem? Is it coming out of the base?
Galileo: No, well, when we sat down the table was shady, and it's not shady anymore. Something's wrong with the umbrella.
Me: Oh, maybe... maybe we can move you to this table over here, since it's much shadier.
Galileo: No thanks, we like this table. I just need you to fix the umbrella.
At this point, I'm probably visibly perplexed.
Me: I don't think the problem is with the umbrella, ma'am. The sun has moved since you sat down about an hour ago, and the only way to catch the shade now would be to move.
Galileo: I don't think you understand! The sun is fine. It's the umbrella. Shade always comes straight down from an umbrella. This one's broken. The shade is coming down at an angle.
She's gesturing wildly at this point.
Me (trying not to be offensive): The sun... makes shadows, and the shadows are... at an angle right now because... the sun is moving in the sky... and... the only way I can think of to give you shade is to move you to another table.
Galileo: The sun doesn't move.
Me: Let me get my manager for you.
Then I hid behind the wait station and watched my manager and this woman who has never taken a basic science class in her life arguing for a decent amount of time. He came back over with the most dejected look I've ever seen on a grown man. "She... doesn't seem to understand what the sun is?"
And nobody learned anything that day.
All you know about me is what I've sold you, dumb fuck
Ja hoi, hier nog 1.quote:
Ik ben gewoon behoorlijk grieperig. Net 39,5 koorts. En alles draait en is wazig en ik heb hoofdpijn en keelpijn en spierpijn en zweet me n ongeluk
