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Nee, dat gaat me iets te verquote:Op woensdag 13 februari 2008 18:15 schreef DevilsAndDust het volgende:
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Het enige restaurant in Groningen - voor zover ik weet - met een Michelinster. Als gevolg uiteraard belachelijk duur en met wachtlijst.
M'n ex was een enorme snob. Ik heb geweigerd.quote:
Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed.
Golddigger?quote:Op woensdag 13 februari 2008 19:50 schreef DevilsAndDust het volgende:
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M'n ex was een enorme snob. Ik heb geweigerd.
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?
