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quote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 00:49 schreef Terpentin07 het volgende:
Edgar Allen Poe
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1 UnderTheWingsOfLove
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4 mr_anonimous
1 Neleos
1 BasOne
1 Tanjaa
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Destiny is not a matter of chance; but a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, It is a thing to be achieved..
Once upon a midnight dreary, while i ponderd weak and wary 
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Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Sollyquote:
Destiny is not a matter of chance; but a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, It is a thing to be achieved..
Soory, mijn alltime fav, moet even
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Free speech?....... Yeah about as free as a Ferrari!!
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Verhsal gaat over welk boek/film?quote:Op 6 oktober 1970 wordt de Amerikaanse Billy Hayes gearresteerd nadat hij drugs uit Turkije wou smokkelen. Hij krijgt een gevangenisstraf van vier jaar en twee maanden. Hayes wordt naar de Turkse Sağmalcılar-gevangenis gestuurd, waar hij zijn straf zal gaan uitzitten. Na zijn aankomst raakt hij al snel bevriend met twee andere Amerikaanse gevangenen, en bedenken ze een ontsnappingsplan. Dit werd echter al snel ontdekt door een informant die voor de gevangenis werkt.
Midnight express
Stansfield: I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Geeft niet hoor maar nu snaait iemand anders hem weg....quote:
Stansfield: I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Midnight cowboy?
Free speech?....... Yeah about as free as a Ferrari!!
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
iloveyoubas1quote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 00:53 schreef BasOne het volgende:
Soory, mijn alltime fav, moet even
(..)
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
mijne ook! The Raven <3
Destiny is not a matter of chance; but a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, It is a thing to be achieved..
That's the breaksquote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 00:56 schreef mr_anonimous het volgende:
[..]
Geeft niet hoor maar nu snaait iemand anders hem weg....
Dat maakt het spelletje spannend
Free speech?....... Yeah about as free as a Ferrari!!
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
EAP 
The Zeroth Law: " A robot may not harm humanity, or, by inaction, allow humanity to come to harm."
Ja joh geeft ook niet. Voel me alleen niet zo happy.quote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 00:57 schreef BasOne het volgende:
[..]
That's the breaks
Dat maakt het spelletje spannend
Ik ga zo maar slapen denk ik....
Stansfield: I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
quote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 00:57 schreef mividaloca het volgende:
[..]
iloveyoubas1
mijne ook! The Raven <3
Free speech?....... Yeah about as free as a Ferrari!!
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Nu krijg je verdient een puntje.quote:
Stand AKQ #1654
2 Yankee
2 Rucebo
1 UnderTheWingsOfLove
1 Siniti
5 mr_anonimous
1 Neleos
1 BasOne
1 Tanjaa
1 mividaloca
1 Terpentin07
quote:
Stansfield: I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Ik heb de nederlandse versie geheel uit mij hoofd geleerd en opgevoerd op de lagere school met een school uitvoeringquote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 00:59 schreef starla het volgende:
Ik heb dat verhaal van Poe nog op m'n eindlijst gedaan voor Engels
En ik weet er niets meer van
Free speech?....... Yeah about as free as a Ferrari!!
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Welke zogenaamde voorvechter van de machtelozen niet zo lang geleden met een ongelofelijke zelfverrijkster gehuwd?
Stansfield: I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Poe is ook een uitdrikking die oa veel gebruikt word door Tommy, Poe Heequote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 01:01 schreef starla het volgende:
Waarom werd dat antwoord van noni niet goed gerekend dan?
Dus was waarschijnlijk niet zeker of er over de schrijver gesproken werd of dat er een uitsrukking gepleegt werd
Free speech?....... Yeah about as free as a Ferrari!!
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Danny O.oquote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 01:03 schreef mr_anonimous het volgende:
Welke zogenaamde voorvechter van de machtelozen niet zo lang geleden met een ongelofelijke zelfverrijkster gehuwd?
Free speech?....... Yeah about as free as a Ferrari!!
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Robin hood?
Destiny is not a matter of chance; but a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, It is a thing to be achieved..
Ik zei Poe. En de vraagstelster vond dat niet voldoende. Maar ik zat in een ander topic te kletsen dus zag ik dat te laat. Terp zag het wel en kopte in. No harm no foul!quote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 01:01 schreef starla het volgende:
Waarom werd dat antwoord van noni niet goed gerekend dan?
Stansfield: I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Geen Danny of Robin.
Meneer brak alles open.....
Meneer brak alles open.....
Stansfield: I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Jij en Nina Brink O.oquote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 01:05 schreef Ofyles2 het volgende:
Met Nina Brink.
Hehe, ik sta niet meer droog.
Free speech?....... Yeah about as free as a Ferrari!!
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
quote:
Ofyles2 +1
Stand AKQ #1654
2 Yankee
2 Rucebo
1 UnderTheWingsOfLove
1 Siniti
5 mr_anonimous
1 Neleos
1 BasOne
1 Tanjaa
1 mividaloca
1 Terpentin07
1 Ofyles 2
Stansfield: I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Viespeuk.Het is wel na twaalven maar dit moeten we niet weten.quote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 01:05 schreef Ofyles2 het volgende:
Met Nina Brink.
Hehe, ik sta niet meer droog.
quote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 01:05 schreef Ofyles2 het volgende:
Met Nina Brink.
Hehe, ik sta niet meer droog.
Stansfield: I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
stond je zo lang droog dat je dit even moest meldenquote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 01:05 schreef Ofyles2 het volgende:
Met Nina Brink.
Hehe, ik sta niet meer droog.
Destiny is not a matter of chance; but a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, It is a thing to be achieved..
quote:
Stansfield: I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
*kruipt bij Tanjaa op schoot want Ofy doet eng*
Free speech?....... Yeah about as free as a Ferrari!!
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
gets 2quote:
The Zeroth Law: " A robot may not harm humanity, or, by inaction, allow humanity to come to harm."
Nina neukt tegenwoordig met Pieter Storms.
Hoe ver kun je zinken als man ?
Hoe ver kun je zinken als man ?
Ik noem een Tony van Heemschut,een Loeki Knol,een Brammetje Biesterveld en natuurlijk een Japie Stobbe !
Je kruipt wel vaak bij me op schoot zegquote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 01:09 schreef BasOne het volgende:
*kruipt bij Tanjaa op schoot want Ofy doet eng*
The Zeroth Law: " A robot may not harm humanity, or, by inaction, allow humanity to come to harm."
Vervolgvraag:quote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 01:08 schreef mividaloca het volgende:
[..]
stond je zo lang droog dat je dit even moest melden
Van welke internetaanbieder was Nina Brink de topvrouw?
I wonder whyquote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 01:11 schreef Tanjaa het volgende:
[..]
Je kruipt wel vaak bij me op schoot zeg
Free speech?....... Yeah about as free as a Ferrari!!
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
World online
Free speech?....... Yeah about as free as a Ferrari!!
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Nothing travels faster than the speed of light with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own special laws.
Laboro te salutante
Voor een oud wijf ziet ze d'r nog best prima uit.quote:Op zondag 12 juli 2009 01:10 schreef tong80 het volgende:
Nina neukt tegenwoordig met Pieter Storms.
Hoe ver kun je zinken als man ?
Pieter Storms zal ook weer een salonsocialist zijn.quote:
Nina neukt tegenwoordig met Pieter Storms.
Hoe ver kun je zinken als man ?
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planet?
Destiny is not a matter of chance; but a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, It is a thing to be achieved..
Omdat ik zo'n uitnodigende schoot heb natuurlijkquote:
The Zeroth Law: " A robot may not harm humanity, or, by inaction, allow humanity to come to harm."
onee das kpn
Destiny is not a matter of chance; but a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, It is a thing to be achieved..
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Stand AKQ #1654
2 Yankee
2 Rucebo
1 UnderTheWingsOfLove
1 Siniti
5 mr_anonimous
1 Neleos
2 BasOne
1 Tanjaa
1 mividaloca
1 Terpentin07
1 Ofyles 2
Nu World Offline
Stand AKQ #1654
2 Yankee
2 Rucebo
1 UnderTheWingsOfLove
1 Siniti
5 mr_anonimous
1 Neleos
2 BasOne
1 Tanjaa
1 mividaloca
1 Terpentin07
1 Ofyles 2
xcess4all?
Celebrities walk on red carpet because they are famous, I walk on toilet paper because I'm the shit
5 Xbox360 spellen: Halo 3 , Fable 2 ,Saints Row 2 , Pure en Virtua Tennis 3 te koop!
5 Xbox360 spellen: Halo 3 , Fable 2 ,Saints Row 2 , Pure en Virtua Tennis 3 te koop!
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Stansfield: I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven.
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
Mathilda: I am already grown up, I just get older.
Mathilda: I think we'll be OK here, Leon.
Winnaar Josh Holloway Award 2009 en Remy Bonjasky Award 2009
