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Hier kun je praten over van alles en nog wat. Eigenlijk alles wat niet in een van de andere rubrieken thuishoort.
Is TS nou serieus hierzo met zijn ha ha ha?
Cause I'm a motherlover,
You're a motherlover.
We should fuck each others mothers
You're a motherlover.
We should fuck each others mothers
Go and get lost. Ik vind het beeld dat iemand dan wegloopt en gaat verdwalen een heel grappig beeld.
Zelfde geldt voor 'take a hike' (daarnaast ook te combineren) -- take a hike and get lost
[ Bericht 33% gewijzigd door ioko op 21-06-2010 11:56:33 ]
Zelfde geldt voor 'take a hike' (daarnaast ook te combineren) -- take a hike and get lost
[ Bericht 33% gewijzigd door ioko op 21-06-2010 11:56:33 ]
Coincidence
Makes sense
Only with you
Makes sense
Only with you
Unfortunately peanut-butter! 
Edit: It shall me a sausage being..
[ Bericht 36% gewijzigd door SnowLeopard op 21-06-2010 12:26:37 ]
Edit: It shall me a sausage being..
[ Bericht 36% gewijzigd door SnowLeopard op 21-06-2010 12:26:37 ]
If there's a mental institution that raises money for people like you, be sure I'm the first one to know...
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[b]Op vrijdag 7 november 2008 08:54 schreef santax het volgende:[/b]
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Blij dat er nog mensen hier zijn waar ik me wel in herken.
U, meneer MikeyMo, bent mijn nieuwe FOK!-held _O_
[..]
Blij dat er nog mensen hier zijn waar ik me wel in herken.
U, meneer MikeyMo, bent mijn nieuwe FOK!-held _O_
You're not the brightest crayon in the box now are you..
The rock candy's melted, only diamonds now remain
Cockney rhyming slang. Zoveel leuker in het echt, zo intens verkracht in de films...quote:Op maandag 21 juni 2010 13:30 schreef Aotearoa het volgende:
Box of birds (Kiwi slang).
I only have mince pies for you (Cockney slang).
"Winners never quit, 'cause quitters never win"
"Greedy people get rich, but pigs get slaughtered"
"Greedy people get rich, but pigs get slaughtered"
Klopt, het is niet grappig meer, maar dit blijft een favoriet.quote:Op maandag 21 juni 2010 13:32 schreef Drive-r het volgende:
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Cockney rhyming slang. Zoveel leuker in het echt, zo intens verkracht in de films...
Whatever floats your boat
[b]Op vrijdag 7 november 2008 08:54 schreef santax het volgende:[/b]
[..]
Blij dat er nog mensen hier zijn waar ik me wel in herken.
U, meneer MikeyMo, bent mijn nieuwe FOK!-held _O_
[..]
Blij dat er nog mensen hier zijn waar ik me wel in herken.
U, meneer MikeyMo, bent mijn nieuwe FOK!-held _O_
Act of God (used in contract/insurance to indicate exclusions of damage due to storm, lightning etc)
Flabbergasted (speechless)
Stick it where the sun don't shine (stick it up your arse)
Shitfaced (completely drunk)
Wanker (masturbating idiot)
etc
En speciaal voor TS, een quote van een staatssecretaresse die in een toespraak wilde zeggen dat dit haar eerste termijn was:
"I'm having my first period as a minister"
Flabbergasted (speechless)
Stick it where the sun don't shine (stick it up your arse)
Shitfaced (completely drunk)
Wanker (masturbating idiot)
etc
En speciaal voor TS, een quote van een staatssecretaresse die in een toespraak wilde zeggen dat dit haar eerste termijn was:
"I'm having my first period as a minister"
Whatever tickles your picklequote:
"Winners never quit, 'cause quitters never win"
"Greedy people get rich, but pigs get slaughtered"
"Greedy people get rich, but pigs get slaughtered"
Don't get your knickers in a twist.quote:Op vrijdag 18 juni 2010 23:02 schreef Tuig het volgende:
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Ontopic: Don't get your panties in the twist.
Betekend iets als: maak je niet te druk.
Metalman. Maar ook ESF fan. Solo vakantiefietser met tentje. Dichter.
26-10 Attila/Eskimo Callboy (Amsterdam), 21-11 The Algorithm (Haarlem)
26-10 Attila/Eskimo Callboy (Amsterdam), 21-11 The Algorithm (Haarlem)
^quote:Op maandag 21 juni 2010 15:35 schreef Captain_Fabulous het volgende:
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Don't get your knickers in a twist.
>___<
als iets zonder twijfel is.quote:no two ways about it
Metalman. Maar ook ESF fan. Solo vakantiefietser met tentje. Dichter.
26-10 Attila/Eskimo Callboy (Amsterdam), 21-11 The Algorithm (Haarlem)
26-10 Attila/Eskimo Callboy (Amsterdam), 21-11 The Algorithm (Haarlem)
that gifs nothing
Jij bent vast een troll, toch?quote:Op vrijdag 18 juni 2010 16:58 schreef dandybleu het volgende:
oh my god i am nurgering the mother of all hangovers today ...
( zoiets als : jezus ... vandaag moet ik op mn demente hoogbejaarde moeder babysitten )
Dit is echt diep triest.
Triester dan triest.
-huilt-
Fuck the EBU.
Oh dear Lord.quote:
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Ha ha ja dat soort bedoel ik : die kende ik dus nog niet ...
Letterlijk vertaald : aii oei oei vriend : laten we even een kopje koffie drinken op de plee...
( toch ?)
SPOILEROm spoilers te kunnen lezen moet je zijn ingelogd. Je moet je daarvoor eerst gratis Registreren. Ook kun je spoilers niet lezen als je een ban hebt.Fuck the EBU.
LITTLE THUMBIE AND THE SEVEN-LEAGUE BOOTS
There once was a poor woodchopper."This woodchopping", he said one day to his woman, "there sits no dry bread in it. I work myself an accident the whole day, but you and our twelve children have not to eat"."I see the future dark in", his woman agreed."We must try to fit a sleeve to it", the woodshopper resumed. "I have a plan: tomorrow we shall go on step with the children and when in the middle of the wood we'll leave them to their fate over".
His woman almost went off her little stick when she heard this. "What is there with you on the hand?", she cried. "Aren't you good sob?"But the woodchopper wasn't brought off his piece by her wailing. He gave no thread."It cannot differ to me what you think", he said. "There sits nothing else on; tomorrow we leave them in the wood".
Little Thumbie, the youngest son, had listened off his parents' conversation. The next morning before day and dew he went out and filled his pockets with pebbles. During the walk into the wood he knew unmarked-up to drop them one by one. Then the parents told the children to sprockle some wood. And the parents shined the plate!
When the parents didn't come for the day any more the children understood that they had been left in the stitch. Soon the waterlanders appeared. But Thumbie told them not by the packages down to sit because he would sorrow for it that they all got home wholeskins. Thank be the pebbles he was able to find his way back.
"By God", the parents said as they turned up. "How have you played him that ready?""No art on", said Thumbie and explained what he had done. "If you want to be rid of us you will have to stand up a bit earlier".
That is just what the parents did. This time there came no pebbles on to pass. All Thumbie had was a piece of dry bread. He decided that his bread then must believe in it. He left a trail of breadcrumbs but he did not have in the holes that they were being made into soldiers by the birds.
His parents departed with the northern sun as on the day before. But this time Thumbie soon touched rid of the trail. What now? Good council was expensive. The sun was already under. It was raining pipestems and the crying stood little Thumbie nearer than the laughing. At last he saw a tiny light through the trees. It turned out to be a house.
The lady who stood them to word was a giantess. She gave them what to eat but little Thumbie received the feeling that something wasn't fluff. He had understood that the giantess' man, the giant, was a people-eater who should see no bone in devouring them. If we do not pass up (he thought) we shall be the cigar. As soon as they saw there change clean they took the legs and smeared him.
When the giant came home he sniffed the air and bellowed: "I smell people flesh! Woman, why have you let them go there from through? Bring me my seven-league boots. I go behind after!"He was about to haul the children in but wonder above wonder: just then he decided to lie down in order to snap a little owl."Shoot up, help me!", Thumbie said to his brothers as soon as the giant lay there pitting. "We must see to make him his seven-league boots off-handy".He squeezed him like an old thief but they went ahead and knew him to draw his boots out."Now we must make that we come away!", little Thumbie said.He put on the boots and quickly made himself out of the feet, carrying his brothers along. Also he had seen chance to roll the giant's pockets and pick in all his gold pieces.
"How have you boxed that before each other!", cried Thumbie's parents in amazement when he showed up."It was a pod-skin", said little Thumbie modestly. "I may be small but I stand my little man. And look: we have also brought a lot of poon. We used not to be able to allow ourselves billy-goat's leaps, but now we have our sheep on the dry. We will never become anything too short again! I shall be able to buy myself a nailpants at last! and a woody-stringy!"."Great", his father exulted. "I shall buy us an auto".
That afternoon he came riding to the fore in a sled of a wagon."I seem to be having trouble riding straight out", Thumbie's father said."That thank you the cuckoo", his woman said. "You have a piece in your collar! You have him around again. I shall stop you in bed".
The next day all the children were stuck in the clothes as well. In her new dress mother looked like a cleanliness.After that they moved to the Hague. There they bought a chest of a house on the new explanation and lived happily ever after.!!!!!!
There once was a poor woodchopper."This woodchopping", he said one day to his woman, "there sits no dry bread in it. I work myself an accident the whole day, but you and our twelve children have not to eat"."I see the future dark in", his woman agreed."We must try to fit a sleeve to it", the woodshopper resumed. "I have a plan: tomorrow we shall go on step with the children and when in the middle of the wood we'll leave them to their fate over".
His woman almost went off her little stick when she heard this. "What is there with you on the hand?", she cried. "Aren't you good sob?"But the woodchopper wasn't brought off his piece by her wailing. He gave no thread."It cannot differ to me what you think", he said. "There sits nothing else on; tomorrow we leave them in the wood".
Little Thumbie, the youngest son, had listened off his parents' conversation. The next morning before day and dew he went out and filled his pockets with pebbles. During the walk into the wood he knew unmarked-up to drop them one by one. Then the parents told the children to sprockle some wood. And the parents shined the plate!
When the parents didn't come for the day any more the children understood that they had been left in the stitch. Soon the waterlanders appeared. But Thumbie told them not by the packages down to sit because he would sorrow for it that they all got home wholeskins. Thank be the pebbles he was able to find his way back.
"By God", the parents said as they turned up. "How have you played him that ready?""No art on", said Thumbie and explained what he had done. "If you want to be rid of us you will have to stand up a bit earlier".
That is just what the parents did. This time there came no pebbles on to pass. All Thumbie had was a piece of dry bread. He decided that his bread then must believe in it. He left a trail of breadcrumbs but he did not have in the holes that they were being made into soldiers by the birds.
His parents departed with the northern sun as on the day before. But this time Thumbie soon touched rid of the trail. What now? Good council was expensive. The sun was already under. It was raining pipestems and the crying stood little Thumbie nearer than the laughing. At last he saw a tiny light through the trees. It turned out to be a house.
The lady who stood them to word was a giantess. She gave them what to eat but little Thumbie received the feeling that something wasn't fluff. He had understood that the giantess' man, the giant, was a people-eater who should see no bone in devouring them. If we do not pass up (he thought) we shall be the cigar. As soon as they saw there change clean they took the legs and smeared him.
When the giant came home he sniffed the air and bellowed: "I smell people flesh! Woman, why have you let them go there from through? Bring me my seven-league boots. I go behind after!"He was about to haul the children in but wonder above wonder: just then he decided to lie down in order to snap a little owl."Shoot up, help me!", Thumbie said to his brothers as soon as the giant lay there pitting. "We must see to make him his seven-league boots off-handy".He squeezed him like an old thief but they went ahead and knew him to draw his boots out."Now we must make that we come away!", little Thumbie said.He put on the boots and quickly made himself out of the feet, carrying his brothers along. Also he had seen chance to roll the giant's pockets and pick in all his gold pieces.
"How have you boxed that before each other!", cried Thumbie's parents in amazement when he showed up."It was a pod-skin", said little Thumbie modestly. "I may be small but I stand my little man. And look: we have also brought a lot of poon. We used not to be able to allow ourselves billy-goat's leaps, but now we have our sheep on the dry. We will never become anything too short again! I shall be able to buy myself a nailpants at last! and a woody-stringy!"."Great", his father exulted. "I shall buy us an auto".
That afternoon he came riding to the fore in a sled of a wagon."I seem to be having trouble riding straight out", Thumbie's father said."That thank you the cuckoo", his woman said. "You have a piece in your collar! You have him around again. I shall stop you in bed".
The next day all the children were stuck in the clothes as well. In her new dress mother looked like a cleanliness.After that they moved to the Hague. There they bought a chest of a house on the new explanation and lived happily ever after.!!!!!!
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