STA Stad & Streek
Ben je trots op je eigen stad, wil je graag ervaringen delen met plaatsgenoten of wil je wat kwijt over de provincie waarin je woont? Ga je binnenkort verhuizen en zoek je info over je nieuwe woonplaats? Dan ben je van harte welkom in Stad & Streek!
ChipsZak.
That's hot.
He hoer van een Sebas, al gerard? 
[*] I kill a bitch with a potato peeler for the skrilla.
[*] You wanna mess with a motherfucker that skydives out of a plane to give the Statue of Liberty high fives, doing drive-by’s and miss you with five tries?
[*] You wanna mess with a motherfucker that skydives out of a plane to give the Statue of Liberty high fives, doing drive-by’s and miss you with five tries?
Ik kreeg vandaag twee pedometers binnen, en ik had er maar 1 besteld. 
nu moet ik er 1 terugsturen.
Jammer genoeg heb ik er wel voor betaald, anders had ik hem misschien wel gehouden.
nu moet ik er 1 terugsturen.
Jammer genoeg heb ik er wel voor betaald, anders had ik hem misschien wel gehouden.
Oh fijn, eerste rar is 100 MB. dat is kaartje 1.
En ik heb maar 3 MB over op mijn webspaceaccountdinges.
Waar kan ik die rar uploaden?
En ik heb maar 3 MB over op mijn webspaceaccountdinges.
Waar kan ik die rar uploaden?
ChipsZak.
That's hot.
Ik snap er niks meer van, maar in het kader van Golddiggers:
Amy Winehouse - Fuck me pumps.
When you walk in the bar,
And you're dressed like a star,
Rockin’ your F me pumps.
And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can’t tell who he’s lookin’ to.
Cuz you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that’s your whole claim to fame.
Never miss a night,
Cuz your dream in life,
Is to be a footballers wife.
You don’t like players,
That’s what you say-a,
But you really wouldn’t mind a millionaire.
You don’t like ballers,
They don’t do nothing for ya,
But you’d love a rich man six foot two or taller.
You’re more than a fan,
Lookin’ for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.
He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.
In the morning you’re vexed,
He’s onto the next,
And you didn’t even get no text.
Don’t be too upset,
If they call you a sket,
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.
You don’t like players,
That’s what you say-a,
But you really wouldn’t mind a millionaire.
Or them big ballers,
Don’t do nothing for ya.
But you’d love a rich man six foot two or taller,
You can’t sit down right,
Cuz you jeans are too tight,
And your lucky its ladies night.
With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
So you did Miami,
Cuz you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.
You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting caned.
Without girls like you,
There’d be no fun,
We’d go to the club and not see anyone.
Without girls like you,
There’s no nightlife,
All those men just go home to their wives.
Don’t be mad at me,
Cuz your pushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.
You should have known from the jump,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pumps.
Amy Winehouse - Fuck me pumps. When you walk in the bar,
And you're dressed like a star,
Rockin’ your F me pumps.
And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can’t tell who he’s lookin’ to.
Cuz you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that’s your whole claim to fame.
Never miss a night,
Cuz your dream in life,
Is to be a footballers wife.
You don’t like players,
That’s what you say-a,
But you really wouldn’t mind a millionaire.
You don’t like ballers,
They don’t do nothing for ya,
But you’d love a rich man six foot two or taller.
You’re more than a fan,
Lookin’ for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.
He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.
In the morning you’re vexed,
He’s onto the next,
And you didn’t even get no text.
Don’t be too upset,
If they call you a sket,
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.
You don’t like players,
That’s what you say-a,
But you really wouldn’t mind a millionaire.
Or them big ballers,
Don’t do nothing for ya.
But you’d love a rich man six foot two or taller,
You can’t sit down right,
Cuz you jeans are too tight,
And your lucky its ladies night.
With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
So you did Miami,
Cuz you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.
You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting caned.
Without girls like you,
There’d be no fun,
We’d go to the club and not see anyone.
Without girls like you,
There’s no nightlife,
All those men just go home to their wives.
Don’t be mad at me,
Cuz your pushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.
You should have known from the jump,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pumps.
[*] I kill a bitch with a potato peeler for the skrilla.
[*] You wanna mess with a motherfucker that skydives out of a plane to give the Statue of Liberty high fives, doing drive-by’s and miss you with five tries?
[*] You wanna mess with a motherfucker that skydives out of a plane to give the Statue of Liberty high fives, doing drive-by’s and miss you with five tries?
I am of the stars. I am called "forever". Eternity courses through my veins. It is cold beyondquote:Op woensdag 13 februari 2008 20:27 schreef ChipsZak. het volgende:
Ik snap er niks meer van, maar in het kader van Golddiggers:
When you walk in the bar,
And you're dressed like a star,
Rockin’ your F me pumps.
And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can’t tell who he’s lookin’ to.
Cuz you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that’s your whole claim to fame.
Never miss a night,
Cuz your dream in life,
Is to be a footballers wife.
You don’t like players,
That’s what you say-a,
But you really wouldn’t mind a millionaire.
You don’t like ballers,
They don’t do nothing for ya,
But you’d love a rich man six foot two or taller.
You’re more than a fan,
Lookin’ for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.
He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.
In the morning you’re vexed,
He’s onto the next,
And you didn’t even get no text.
Don’t be too upset,
If they call you a sket,
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.
You don’t like players,
That’s what you say-a,
But you really wouldn’t mind a millionaire.
Or them big ballers,
Don’t do nothing for ya.
But you’d love a rich man six foot two or taller,
You can’t sit down right,
Cuz you jeans are too tight,
And your lucky its ladies night.
With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.
So you did Miami,
Cuz you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.
You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting caned.
Without girls like you,
There’d be no fun,
We’d go to the club and not see anyone.
Without girls like you,
There’s no nightlife,
All those men just go home to their wives.
Don’t be mad at me,
Cuz your pushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.
You should have known from the jump,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pumps.
your sun where we come from. We seed the universe with the milk of a million moons. You are that
seed. Your earth is our experiment. We vanquished the dinosaurs with the careless trajectory of
a child's lost meteorite. We peopled your planet to experience your emotions - such feelings
lost to us aeons ago. How we envied you your loves and passions, your dangerous desires.
The fires of your emotions gleamed like lost beacons in the darkened depths of the fathomless
universe. And eight of you, plucked from Time. Not randomly, you understand. Representatives of
your world's turbulent history. We have observed your tribulations from nameless nebulae.
The experiment is over. I am weary now. So tired. I too am far from home. Open the gate -
complete the circle. You won't remember - you won't recall - for I am only the air that you
breathe, after all...
Ze ziet er níet uit, maar ik vind veel van d'r nummers geweldig.
Amy Winehouse, that is.
Amy Winehouse, that is.
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed.
Heb nu alle bestanden die ik van mijn oude pc naar de nieuwe over wilde zetten zo net even overgezet. Lang leve het netwerk 
Altijd onderweg naar het avontuur
ChipsZak.
That's hot.
Ooh, ze zit nu al een klein tijdje in Rehab, ziet er gezonder uit, en was via satteliet bij de Grammy's en had zowaar door wat er gebeurde en was helemaal nuchter. 14.gif
edit;
Hier dus. Amy@Grammy's
+ Ze is bij de tandarts geweest.
Ect.
Gaat zeker de goede kant op.
edit;
Hier dus. Amy@Grammy's
+ Ze is bij de tandarts geweest.
Ect.
Gaat zeker de goede kant op.
[*] I kill a bitch with a potato peeler for the skrilla.
[*] You wanna mess with a motherfucker that skydives out of a plane to give the Statue of Liberty high fives, doing drive-by’s and miss you with five tries?
[*] You wanna mess with a motherfucker that skydives out of a plane to give the Statue of Liberty high fives, doing drive-by’s and miss you with five tries?
ChipsZak.
That's hot.
Lol, ik moest even heel erg hard lachen.
Nu is mijn spam klaar.
Nu is mijn spam klaar.
[*] I kill a bitch with a potato peeler for the skrilla.
[*] You wanna mess with a motherfucker that skydives out of a plane to give the Statue of Liberty high fives, doing drive-by’s and miss you with five tries?
[*] You wanna mess with a motherfucker that skydives out of a plane to give the Statue of Liberty high fives, doing drive-by’s and miss you with five tries?
Die is wel geniaal inderdaad.
