[HOMO] #2011 Wie is... de homo?

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Op donderdag 3 januari 2008 22:02 schreef wonderer het volgende:

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Oeh, morgen even op uitzendinggemist kijken

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Op donderdag 3 januari 2008 22:48 schreef Ang3l het volgende:
*wijs* JIJ! Jij bent de homo!

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<sup>My childhood fear of monsters is a theme I've often explored in my comics. Under the bed, in the closet, up in the attic, the laundry room, that storage room at the end of the hall... Monsters were everywhere in our house, lying in wait. Lying in wait for me.

But where they all came from, where there monsters all lived, was obviously one place: The Basement. I mean, all basements provide perfect condictions for any unnatural beast: dark, cold, drafty, lots of shadowy places to lurk... a complete monster ecosystem. All they needed was a little kid chow thrown to them now and then.

Now, in our house, the door to the basement was in the kitchen, and for some ungodly reason the light switch for the basement was controlled on the kitchen side. For a monster-fearing kid, especially one with an older brother who had obviously entered into some kind of evil pact with these same monsters in order to save his own skin, this was not a good thing.

One evening that I would like to forget, I was halfway up the stairs, returning with some firewood. (Wouldn't it be nice if you could hear the sound track to your own life? At least you'd have a clue that danger was imminent.) And that's when it happened. With an audible click, the light switch went off and I was plunged into darkness. Welcome to nightfall in the Monster Serengeti.

I dropped the wood (the cacophony of which wrung out the last few drops that still remained in my adrenal gland) and scrambled blindly to the top of the stairs. There, my desperate hand finally found the doorknob. Locked, of course. (Did I mention the lock, also controlled from the kitchen side? Such a fun house to grow up in.) And then, in an eerie, lilting tone, my brother's voice could be heard from the other side: "It's coming for you, Gary! Do you hear it? It's cooominnnnng for youuuu!"

Just like the mother wildebeest, my own mother could always recognize the sound of one of her calves in distress. Soon she arrived, hooves flying, driving off the hyena (the laughing variety, as usual) and saving me from certain death at the hands of God-knows-what that was slowly ascending the stairs behind me.

Over the years, I can't help but think about how often people have asked me, "How do you come up with ideas?"

God, it is so easy.</sup>

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Op vrijdag 4 januari 2008 07:27 schreef Stuart.Alan.Jones het volgende:
Geen kunst aan als je bisexueel bent.

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Op vrijdag 4 januari 2008 11:24 schreef Tomasso het volgende:
Goedemorgen

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Op vrijdag 4 januari 2008 11:28 schreef Stroekie het volgende:

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stormloop topic hier

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Op vrijdag 4 januari 2008 07:28 schreef Ang3l het volgende:

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Ja da's altijd een handig maskertje
Dat gebruiken de meesten nichten ook in 't begin. Je weet wel, tot ze wijzer worden

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Op vrijdag 4 januari 2008 15:44 schreef MisterO het volgende:
Britney

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Op vrijdag 4 januari 2008 14:17 schreef wonderer het volgende:
Er lopen mannen op het dak. En het zijn niet Sinterklaas en Zwarte piet of de coca cola versies...

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Op vrijdag 4 januari 2008 15:49 schreef Stroekie het volgende:

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en het is vast te koud voor ze om een bouwvakkers decolleté te laten zien