UDOWU deel 307: ha ha leu kegrap

Ik wil graag Trackmania spelen, maar sinds vandaag kan ik niet meer online en krijg ik de foutmelding: 12031.

Wat is er aan de hand ????!!!~
#fml

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Op maandag 26 september 2011 18:25 schreef mc-Piel het volgende:
Ik wil graag Trackmania spelen, maar sinds vandaag kan ik niet meer online en krijg ik de foutmelding: 12031.

Wat is er aan de hand ????!!!~
#fml

Kon dat niet in 1 post ?

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Op maandag 26 september 2011 18:29 schreef Plastic_zak het volgende:

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Kon dat niet in 1 post ?

Zeik niet zo.

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Op maandag 26 september 2011 18:29 schreef Plastic_zak het volgende:

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Kon dat niet in 1 post ?

Kon je hem geen DM sturen?

It all started when our over-heralded star, Rezania, woke up in a fanstic pumpkin patch. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling excessively concerned, Rezania poked a dangerous oil-soaked rag, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). In a tragically predictable turn of events, he realized that his beloved notebook was missing! Immediately he called his so-called friend, LompeHork. Rezania had known LompeHork for (plus or minus) 20 years, the majority of which were exotic ones. LompeHork was unique. He was ingenious though sometimes a little... annoying. Rezania called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

LompeHork picked up to a very happy Rezania. LompeHork calmly assured him that most spotted wolf hamsters turn red before mating, yet spotted wolf hamsters usually explosively panic *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Rezania. Why was LompeHork trying to distract Rezania? Because he had snuck out from Rezania's with the notebook only nine days prior. It was a enticing little notebook... how could he resist?

It didn't take long before Rezania got back to the subject at hand: his notebook. LompeHork belched. Relunctantly, LompeHork invited him over, assuring him they'd find the notebook. Rezania grabbed his George Foreman grill and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, LompeHork realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the notebook and he had to do it aptly. He figured that if Rezania took the best-in-its-so-called-'class' sedan, he had take at least nine minutes before Rezania would get there. But if he took the Mini Cooper? Then LompeHork would be exceedingly screwed.

Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, LompeHork was interrupted by eight dimwitted Pedobears that were lured by his notebook. LompeHork belched; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling puzzled, he fearlessly reached for his live hand grenade and thoughtfully punched every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the lemur-infested moor, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Mini Cooper rolling up. It was Rezania.

----o0o----

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Egg Roll King to pick up a 12-pack of bananas, so he knew he was running late. With a deft leap, Rezania was out of the Mini Cooper and went surreptitiously jaunting toward LompeHork's front door. Meanwhile inside, LompeHork was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the notebook into a box of potatos and then slid the box behind his giraffe. LompeHork was concerned but at least the notebook was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' LompeHork scandalously purred. With a skillful push, Rezania opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some stupid spite-toting jerk in a Jap Trap,' he lied. 'It's fine,' LompeHork assured him. Rezania took a seat conveniently far from where LompeHork had hidden the notebook. LompeHork sneezed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Rezania was distracted. In a tragically predictable turn of events, LompeHork noticed a funny-smelling look on Rezania's face. Rezania slowly opened his mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

LompeHork felt a stabbing pain in his prostate when Rezania asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the notebook right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A abrasive look started to form on Rezania's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's gerbils from when she used to have pet 3-legged wallabies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Rezania nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before LompeHork could react, Rezania deftly lunged toward the box and opened it. The notebook was plainly in view.

Rezania stared at LompeHork for what what must've been seven seconds. Just as zero people expected LompeHork groped surreptitiously in Rezania's direction, clearly desperate. Rezania grabbed the notebook and bolted for the door. It was locked. LompeHork let out a sassy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Rezania,' he rebuked. LompeHork always had been a little dimwitted, so Rezania knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before LompeHork did something crazy, like... start chucking carrots at him or something. In a tragically predictable turn of events, he gripped his notebook tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

LompeHork looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Rezania. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame four days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Rezania. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. LompeHork walked over to the window and looked down. Rezania was gone.

----o0o----

Just yonder, Rezania was struggling to make his way through the imaginery desert behind LompeHork's place. Rezania had severely hurt his scalp during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Pedobears suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the notebook. One by one they latched on to Rezania. Already weakened from his injury, Rezania yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Pedobears running off with his notebook.

About eleven hours later, Rezania awoke, his scalp throbbing. It was dark and Rezania did not know where he was. Deep in the hazy bush, Rezania was abundantly lost. Duly ecstatic about the looming crises, he remembered that his notebook was taken by the Pedobears. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a huge Pedobear emerged from the lemur-infested moor. It was the alpha Pedobear. Rezania opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Pedobear sunk its teeth into Rezania's ear. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Rezania's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

Less than ten miles away, LompeHork was entombed by anguish over the loss of the notebook. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened gerbil. With a mighty thrust, he buried it deeply into his scalp. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Rezania... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the notebook that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Pedobears, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end.

Dat was weer lekker.

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Op maandag 26 september 2011 18:32 schreef Rezania het volgende:
It all started when our over-heralded star, Rezania, woke up in a fanstic pumpkin patch. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling excessively concerned, Rezania poked a dangerous oil-soaked rag, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). In a tragically predictable turn of events, he realized that his beloved notebook was missing! Immediately he called his so-called friend, LompeHork. Rezania had known LompeHork for (plus or minus) 20 years, the majority of which were exotic ones. LompeHork was unique. He was ingenious though sometimes a little... annoying. Rezania called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

LompeHork picked up to a very happy Rezania. LompeHork calmly assured him that most spotted wolf hamsters turn red before mating, yet spotted wolf hamsters usually explosively panic *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Rezania. Why was LompeHork trying to distract Rezania? Because he had snuck out from Rezania's with the notebook only nine days prior. It was a enticing little notebook... how could he resist?

It didn't take long before Rezania got back to the subject at hand: his notebook. LompeHork belched. Relunctantly, LompeHork invited him over, assuring him they'd find the notebook. Rezania grabbed his George Foreman grill and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, LompeHork realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the notebook and he had to do it aptly. He figured that if Rezania took the best-in-its-so-called-'class' sedan, he had take at least nine minutes before Rezania would get there. But if he took the Mini Cooper? Then LompeHork would be exceedingly screwed.

Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, LompeHork was interrupted by eight dimwitted Pedobears that were lured by his notebook. LompeHork belched; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling puzzled, he fearlessly reached for his live hand grenade and thoughtfully punched every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the lemur-infested moor, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Mini Cooper rolling up. It was Rezania.

----o0o----

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Egg Roll King to pick up a 12-pack of bananas, so he knew he was running late. With a deft leap, Rezania was out of the Mini Cooper and went surreptitiously jaunting toward LompeHork's front door. Meanwhile inside, LompeHork was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the notebook into a box of potatos and then slid the box behind his giraffe. LompeHork was concerned but at least the notebook was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' LompeHork scandalously purred. With a skillful push, Rezania opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some stupid spite-toting jerk in a Jap Trap,' he lied. 'It's fine,' LompeHork assured him. Rezania took a seat conveniently far from where LompeHork had hidden the notebook. LompeHork sneezed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Rezania was distracted. In a tragically predictable turn of events, LompeHork noticed a funny-smelling look on Rezania's face. Rezania slowly opened his mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

LompeHork felt a stabbing pain in his prostate when Rezania asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the notebook right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A abrasive look started to form on Rezania's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's gerbils from when she used to have pet 3-legged wallabies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Rezania nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before LompeHork could react, Rezania deftly lunged toward the box and opened it. The notebook was plainly in view.

Rezania stared at LompeHork for what what must've been seven seconds. Just as zero people expected LompeHork groped surreptitiously in Rezania's direction, clearly desperate. Rezania grabbed the notebook and bolted for the door. It was locked. LompeHork let out a sassy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Rezania,' he rebuked. LompeHork always had been a little dimwitted, so Rezania knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before LompeHork did something crazy, like... start chucking carrots at him or something. In a tragically predictable turn of events, he gripped his notebook tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

LompeHork looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Rezania. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame four days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Rezania. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. LompeHork walked over to the window and looked down. Rezania was gone.

----o0o----

Just yonder, Rezania was struggling to make his way through the imaginery desert behind LompeHork's place. Rezania had severely hurt his scalp during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Pedobears suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the notebook. One by one they latched on to Rezania. Already weakened from his injury, Rezania yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Pedobears running off with his notebook.

About eleven hours later, Rezania awoke, his scalp throbbing. It was dark and Rezania did not know where he was. Deep in the hazy bush, Rezania was abundantly lost. Duly ecstatic about the looming crises, he remembered that his notebook was taken by the Pedobears. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a huge Pedobear emerged from the lemur-infested moor. It was the alpha Pedobear. Rezania opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Pedobear sunk its teeth into Rezania's ear. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Rezania's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

Less than ten miles away, LompeHork was entombed by anguish over the loss of the notebook. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened gerbil. With a mighty thrust, he buried it deeply into his scalp. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Rezania... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the notebook that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Pedobears, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end.

tl;dr

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Op maandag 26 september 2011 18:33 schreef Plastic_zak het volgende:

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tl;dr

Leuk voor je.

It all started when our hyphen-happy protagonist, Rezania, woke up in a swamp. It was the eighth time it had happened. Feeling alarmingly worried, Rezania poked a ninja star, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Suddenly inspired by the wise teachings of Confuscious, he realized that his beloved notebook was missing! Immediately he called his lover, Coban. Rezania had known Coban for (plus or minus) half a million years, the majority of which were saucy ones. Coban was unique. She was plucky though sometimes a little... funny-smelling. Rezania called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.

Coban picked up to a very nervous Rezania. Coban calmly assured him that most venomous koalas shudder before mating, yet legless puppies usually flamboyantly cringe *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting Rezania. Why was Coban trying to distract Rezania? Because she had snuck out from Rezania's with the notebook only three days prior. It was a electric little notebook... how could she resist?

It didn't take long before Rezania got back to the subject at hand: his notebook. Coban sneezed. Relunctantly, Coban invited him over, assuring him they'd find the notebook. Rezania grabbed his time machine and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Coban realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the notebook and she had to do it fearlessly. She figured that if Rezania took the neighborhood-terrorizing crotch rocket, she had take at least eight minutes before Rezania would get there. But if he took the Mini Cooper? Then Coban would be exceedingly screwed.

Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Coban was interrupted by three selfish Pedobears that were lured by her notebook. Coban shuddered; 'Not again', she thought. Feeling relieved, she aimlessly reached for her ninja star and aimlessly poked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the magical cornfield, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief. That's when she heard the Mini Cooper rolling up. It was Rezania.

----o0o----

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at McDonald's to pick up a 12-pack of carrots, so he knew he was running late. With a quick leap, Rezania was out of the Mini Cooper and went scandalously jaunting toward Coban's front door. Meanwhile inside, Coban was panicking. Not thinking, she tossed the notebook into a box of gerbils and then slid the box behind her rhinocerus. Coban was worried but at least the notebook was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' Coban scandalously purred. With a careful push, Rezania opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some clueless spite-toting jerk in a homemade car,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Coban assured him. Rezania took a seat excruciatingly close to where Coban had hidden the notebook. Coban belched trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she blurted. But Rezania was distracted. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, Coban noticed a abrasive look on Rezania's face. Rezania slowly opened his mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

Coban felt a stabbing pain in her ear when Rezania asked this. In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the notebook right by her oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A insensitive look started to form on Rezania's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dangerous oil-soaked rags from when she used to have pet South American hissing sloths. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Rezania nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Coban could react, Rezania recklessly lunged toward the box and opened it. The notebook was plainly in view.

Rezania stared at Coban for what what must've been three days. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, Coban groped surreptitiously in Rezania's direction, clearly desperate. Rezania grabbed the notebook and bolted for the door. It was locked. Coban let out a exotic chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Rezania,' she rebuked. Coban always had been a little funny-smelling, so Rezania knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Coban did something crazy, like... start chucking wolverines at her or something. Giggling like schoolgirl, he gripped his notebook tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

Coban looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Rezania. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame seven days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for Rezania. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Coban walked over to the window and looked down. Rezania was gone.

----o0o----

Just yonder, Rezania was struggling to make his way through the fanstic pumpkin patch behind Coban's place. Rezania had severely hurt his double chin during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Pedobears suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the notebook. One by one they latched on to Rezania. Already weakened from his injury, Rezania yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Pedobears running off with his notebook.

But then God came down with His clever smile and restored Rezania's notebook. Feeling relieved, God smote the Pedobears for their injustice. Then He got in His pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac and blasted away with the fortitude of 200,000 South American hissing sloths running from a teensy pack of 3-legged wallabies. Rezania vomited with joy when he saw this. His notebook was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in six minutes his favorite TV show, Holland in da hood, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When South American hissing sloths meet unborn fetus'). Rezania was thrilled. And so, everyone except Coban and a few unborn fetus-toting man-eating capybaras lived blissfully happy, forever after.

Zucht doe dat ergens anders.

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Op maandag 26 september 2011 18:35 schreef Rezania het volgende:
It all started when our hyphen-happy protagonist, Rezania, woke up in a swamp. It was the eighth time it had happened. Feeling alarmingly worried, Rezania poked a ninja star, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Suddenly inspired by the wise teachings of Confuscious, he realized that his beloved notebook was missing! Immediately he called his lover, Coban. Rezania had known Coban for (plus or minus) half a million years, the majority of which were saucy ones. Coban was unique. She was plucky though sometimes a little... funny-smelling. Rezania called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.

Coban picked up to a very nervous Rezania. Coban calmly assured him that most venomous koalas shudder before mating, yet legless puppies usually flamboyantly cringe *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting Rezania. Why was Coban trying to distract Rezania? Because she had snuck out from Rezania's with the notebook only three days prior. It was a electric little notebook... how could she resist?

It didn't take long before Rezania got back to the subject at hand: his notebook. Coban sneezed. Relunctantly, Coban invited him over, assuring him they'd find the notebook. Rezania grabbed his time machine and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Coban realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the notebook and she had to do it fearlessly. She figured that if Rezania took the neighborhood-terrorizing crotch rocket, she had take at least eight minutes before Rezania would get there. But if he took the Mini Cooper? Then Coban would be exceedingly screwed.

Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Coban was interrupted by three selfish Pedobears that were lured by her notebook. Coban shuddered; 'Not again', she thought. Feeling relieved, she aimlessly reached for her ninja star and aimlessly poked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the magical cornfield, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief. That's when she heard the Mini Cooper rolling up. It was Rezania.

----o0o----

As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at McDonald's to pick up a 12-pack of carrots, so he knew he was running late. With a quick leap, Rezania was out of the Mini Cooper and went scandalously jaunting toward Coban's front door. Meanwhile inside, Coban was panicking. Not thinking, she tossed the notebook into a box of gerbils and then slid the box behind her rhinocerus. Coban was worried but at least the notebook was concealed. The doorbell rang.

'Come in,' Coban scandalously purred. With a careful push, Rezania opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some clueless spite-toting jerk in a homemade car,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Coban assured him. Rezania took a seat excruciatingly close to where Coban had hidden the notebook. Coban belched trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' she blurted. But Rezania was distracted. Like a drunken sailor at happy hour, Coban noticed a abrasive look on Rezania's face. Rezania slowly opened his mouth to speak.

'...What's that smell?'

Coban felt a stabbing pain in her ear when Rezania asked this. In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the notebook right by her oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A insensitive look started to form on Rezania's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dangerous oil-soaked rags from when she used to have pet South American hissing sloths. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Rezania nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Coban could react, Rezania recklessly lunged toward the box and opened it. The notebook was plainly in view.

Rezania stared at Coban for what what must've been three days. In a blinding moment of misguided bravado, Coban groped surreptitiously in Rezania's direction, clearly desperate. Rezania grabbed the notebook and bolted for the door. It was locked. Coban let out a exotic chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Rezania,' she rebuked. Coban always had been a little funny-smelling, so Rezania knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Coban did something crazy, like... start chucking wolverines at her or something. Giggling like schoolgirl, he gripped his notebook tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

Coban looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Rezania. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame seven days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for Rezania. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Coban walked over to the window and looked down. Rezania was gone.

----o0o----

Just yonder, Rezania was struggling to make his way through the fanstic pumpkin patch behind Coban's place. Rezania had severely hurt his double chin during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Pedobears suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the notebook. One by one they latched on to Rezania. Already weakened from his injury, Rezania yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Pedobears running off with his notebook.

But then God came down with His clever smile and restored Rezania's notebook. Feeling relieved, God smote the Pedobears for their injustice. Then He got in His pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac and blasted away with the fortitude of 200,000 South American hissing sloths running from a teensy pack of 3-legged wallabies. Rezania vomited with joy when he saw this. His notebook was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in six minutes his favorite TV show, Holland in da hood, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When South American hissing sloths meet unborn fetus'). Rezania was thrilled. And so, everyone except Coban and a few unborn fetus-toting man-eating capybaras lived blissfully happy, forever after.

mooiknip

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Op maandag 26 september 2011 18:36 schreef Pizza_Pepperoni het volgende:
Zucht doe dat ergens anders.

Het is toch dood hier, dus wat boeit het.

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Op maandag 26 september 2011 18:36 schreef MarokkaanseKip het volgende:

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mooiknip

Weet ik.

Even Jersey Shore kijken.

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Op maandag 26 september 2011 18:37 schreef Ezechielk het volgende:
Even Jersey Shore kijken.

oh oh jersey shore.
Rode wijn bij vlees.
Witte wijn bij vis.

Yes. Multipla in puin.

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Op maandag 26 september 2011 18:40 schreef Ezechielk het volgende:
Yes. Multipla in puin.

huh

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Op maandag 26 september 2011 18:42 schreef Pizza_Pepperoni het volgende:

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huh

Een van de personages rijdt met een Fiat Multipla tegen een politieauto.

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Op maandag 26 september 2011 18:43 schreef Ezechielk het volgende:

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Een van de personages rijdt met een Fiat Multipla tegen een politieauto.

Doe ik ook altijd in mijn vrije tijd.

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Op maandag 26 september 2011 18:26 schreef Dimens het volgende:

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Omdat de server er tijdelijk uit ligt, die foutmelding heb ik ook.
Gewoon wachten tot hij het weer doet.

Speel jij TM ?

Zou kaneelpoeder en thee samengaan?

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Op maandag 26 september 2011 18:44 schreef Pizza_Pepperoni het volgende:

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Doe ik ook altijd in mijn vrije tijd.

Mooi toch.