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Note:quote:Op zaterdag 24 september 2011 23:46 schreef Dalando het volgende:
De lijst update trouwens niet uit zichzelf. Om het aantal uur wordt er een cronjob gedraait die de cijfers berekend. Als er een nieuwe cronjob is gedraait wordt het plaatje ook automatisch aangepast.
- Niet baggeren.
- Niet kutklonen.
- Niet verzieken.
- Geen fipo-hunt.
- Geen sepo-hunt
- Geen tripo-hunt.
- Geen lapo-hunt.
- Typ Nederlands.
- TC is toegestaan.
Vrolijk Verder!
Ja, het is meer dat mijn gewichten te 'los' zijn. Kan prima functioneren, alleen zou leger te zwaar zijn, ook gewoon verder omdat ik vrij dun & totaal niet sterk benquote:Op maandag 26 september 2011 16:56 schreef Rezania het volgende:
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Gaat die pilotenopleiding dan wel lukken, met je gewrichten?
Ah, zo. Ja, dan is de luchtmacht natuurlijk geen optie.quote:Op maandag 26 september 2011 17:00 schreef 92Merel het volgende:
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Ja, het is meer dat mijn gewichten te 'los' zijn. Kan prima functioneren, alleen zou leger te zwaar zijn, ook gewoon verder omdat ik vrij dun & totaal niet sterk ben
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Inderdaad, omdat je dan normale militair én piloot moet zijn, dus fysiek is het nog zwaarder. Als ik er echt keihard voor zou gaan trainen denk ik wel dat het zou kunnen.. misschien.quote:
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Ah, zo ja. Ja, dan is de luchtmacht natuurlijk geen optie.
Vanwege hun appels en ananassen.quote:
Overzichtelijk, Lidl is alles door elkaar.quote:
, Dirk zelfde.Lidl, daar stapelen ze toch gewoon alles op in dozen?quote:
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Overzichtelijk, Lidl is alles door elkaar.
Dat ook en ik kan er totaal geen ritme invinden.quote:
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Lidl, daar stapelen ze toch gewoon alles op in dozen?
Digros is kut nu ze alle producten aan het vervangen zijn met hun huismerk. De Beste durven ze het dan ook nog te noemen.quote:
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Overzichtelijk, Lidl is alles door elkaar.
Dat is Aldi.quote:
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Lidl, daar stapelen ze toch gewoon alles op in dozen?
1 De beste.quote:
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Digros is kut nu ze alle producten aan het vervangen zijn met hun huismerk. De Beste durven ze het dan ook nog te noemen.
Dankuwel u heeft het beste product gekocht, met de beste prijs-kwaliteit verhouding.
Lage prijs + lage kwaliteit = goede prijs-kwaliteitverhouding.quote:Op maandag 26 september 2011 17:05 schreef Oceanview het volgende:
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1 De beste.
Dankuwel u heeft het beste product gekocht, met de beste prijs-kwaliteit verhouding.
Ja want negatief * negatief = positief.quote:
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Lage prijs + lage kwaliteit = goede prijs-kwaliteitverhouding.
#faalInderdaad.quote:
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Ja want negatief * negatief = positief.
Was je te laat met springen?quote:
Ook zo een rare winkel.quote:
Wel handig in het buitenland, dan hebben ze daar gewoon Nederlandse producten.quote:
Dat vind ik niet normaal.quote:
Nee, afgekeurd.
Haha, ik lul maar wat.
Nu gaan jullie haten.
Dan ga ik cool reageren.
Want ik ben een baas.
Dat zegt wel wat over Duitsland.quote:
Waar haal je dat vandaan?
Lidl is hier een C-winkel.
Ik ga nooit naar de lidl.
Al die mensen die het pauper vinden omdat het goedkoop is !Stil eens jij 12 jarige.quote:
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Dat zegt wel wat over Duitsland.
Waar haal je dat vandaan?
Lidl is hier een C-winkel.
Ik ga nooit naar de lidl.
Dit, Lidl heeft prima spul.quote:
Lidl
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Aldi ook, maar de inrichting van de winkel valt gewoon zwaar tegen.quote:
Koekjes vooral, maar overzichtelijk? ho maar.quote:
Zou ik ook doen.quote:
pizza peperoni heb jij echt een toverstok van 60 euro gekocht??
Lidl is op zich nog wel te doen
Geef mij maar de AH of Jumbo
maar de AH is verder lopen (luiheid ik weet het ) en de Jumbo zit aan de andere kant van de stad, waardoor ik meestal naar de Dirk ga Wij hebben hier de AH, Digros, Vomar en Hoogvliet. Wij gaan alleen naar de AH en de Digros.quote:
Aldi
Lidl is op zich nog wel te doen
Geef mij maar de AH of Jumbo
en bier.quote:Op maandag 26 september 2011 17:15 schreef FreezePop het volgende:
Lidl heeft goed groente en vlees voor mooie prijs.
Met hun kutreclames.¤48,-quote:
pizza peperoni heb jij echt een toverstok van 60 euro gekocht??
Hoezo?
En trouwens het is een officiële replica en ja ik heb hem gekocht. Evenals alle bijboeken van Harry Potter.
Joh, leuk collectors item toch? Als dat jouw hobby is.quote:
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¤48,-
Hoezo?
En trouwens het is een officiële replica en ja ik heb hem gekocht. Evenals alle bijboeken van Harry Potter.
Hier zitten de AH, Dirk en Hoogvliet bij mij in de buurt, verder zitten er hier verderop in de stad nog eens 4 AH's, 2 Hoogvliets, een C1000, Jumbo, Plus, een Aldi en een Lidlquote:
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Wij hebben hier de AH, Digros, Vomar en Hoogvliet. Wij gaan alleen naar de AH en de Digros.
Heb je hem wel eens gebruikt?quote:
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¤48,-
Hoezo?
En trouwens het is een officiële replica en ja ik heb hem gekocht. Evenals alle bijboeken van Harry Potter.
Waar woon jij in vredesnaam dat jullie zoveel supermarkten hebben.quote:
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Hier zitten de AH, Dirk en Hoogvliet bij mij in de buurt, verder zitten er hier verderop in de stad nog eens 4 AH's, 2 Hoogvliets, een C1000, Jumbo, Plus, een Aldi en een Lidl
geprobeerd. Hij doet het niet.quote:
Op Jammer.quote:
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geprobeerd. Hij doet het niet.
Hoi.quote:
Maak snel thee en eten.quote:
Hillywoodquote:
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Waar woon jij in vredesnaam dat jullie zoveel supermarkten hebben.
Maar eet smakelijk
Wat zijn die bijboeken dan?quote:
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¤48,-
Hoezo?
En trouwens het is een officiële replica en ja ik heb hem gekocht. Evenals alle bijboeken van Harry Potter.
geen tijdquote:
Dingen lekken -> note, ban.quote:Op maandag 26 september 2011 17:24 schreef Dimens het volgende:
Hihi smegmanus heeft mij gevraagd zijn nieuwe UI te maken.
The tales of beedle the bard.quote:
Quidditch toughout the ages.
Fantastic beats and where to find them.
het enige recht dat jij hebt is het aanrecht.quote:
vroeg opstaanquote:
Zaterdag kaartverkoop Qlimax, ik ga echt boos worden als ik geen kaartjes krijg.
Niet vergeten voor mij ook hè.quote:
Zaterdag kaartverkoop Qlimax, ik ga echt boos worden als ik geen kaartjes krijg.
was dat maar zo, hoefde ik nu geen 150 blz in me kop te stampenquote:
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het enige recht dat jij hebt is het aanrecht.
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Op Dan maak ik zijn UI niet meer.
Begint om 13:00 dus maakt niet uit, hele kaartverkoop is gewoon 1 grote anusinfectie.quote:
En voor flipsssquote:
Jammer.quote:Op maandag 26 september 2011 17:26 schreef MarokkaanseKip het volgende:
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was dat maar zo, hoefde ik nu geen 150 blz in me kop te stampen
Oke.quote:
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The tales of beedle the bard.
Quidditch toughout the ages.
Fantastic beats and where to find them.
er
weer
Doei.quote:
Blijf weg.quote:
lol jij was toch degene die weg zou gaan? omdat er geen 'lol' meer wasquote:
Nee, dat was mijn kwaadaardige tweelingbroer.quote:
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lol jij was toch degene die weg zou gaan? omdat er geen 'lol' meer was
En nu opgedonderd met je tering smiley.
Consciencequote:
conscience heeft wel gelijk rezania, je zou stoppen met FOK!
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Hoezo bemoei je er dan nog mee.quote:
Niet dat ik je weg wil hebben hoor.
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Omdat je je beloftes moet nakomen.quote:
gr gr
bet4r dan waIrussenquote:
Mua, gewoon anders. Niet perse beter.quote:
Ik heb nooit 'ik beloof...' gezegd.quote:
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Omdat je je beloftes moet nakomen.
gr gr
Jij zou toch ook een stuk minder gaan posten?quote:
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Omdat je je beloftes moet nakomen.
gr gr
Oke gr grquote:
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Ik heb nooit 'ik beloof...' gezegd.
Tfrechte klabhtquote:
Plus reclames, altijd een terechte klacht.
Doe ik al.quote:
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Jij zou toch ook een stuk minder gaan posten?
nee maar je zegt eerst dat je gaat stoppen en je post nog vrolijk doorquote:
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Ik heb nooit 'ik beloof...' gezegd.
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niks maar zit nu op een netbook omdat het scherm van mijn notebook waar ik normaal op FOK aids heeft dus zit nu op de netbook van me broertje en dat is echt een klein kuttoetsnbord en dus typ ik heel aidsquote:
ditquote:
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nee maar je zegt eerst dat je gaat stoppen en je post nog vrolijk door
Mijn eigen keuze, krijg de pest maar als je dat niet aanstaat.quote:
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nee maar je zegt eerst dat je gaat stoppen en je post nog vrolijk door
oh danquote:
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niks maar zit nu op een netbook omdat het scherm van mijn notebook waar ik normaal op FOK aids heeft dus zit nu op de netbook van me broertje en dat is echt een klein kuttoetsnbord en dus typ ik heel aids
dit ging wel degelijk overigens
1 voor 1 typenquote:
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oh dan
dit ging wel degelijk overigens
Nu ervaar je hoe erg het is voor mensen zonder abbo.quote:
Stop eens met het quoten van Consciences posts, anders zie ik ze
kopen danquote:
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Nu ervaar je hoe erg het is voor mensen zonder abbo.
Sorry, maar ik wil eerst een nieuwe videokaart en schoenen kopen, daarna kijk ik wel of ik genoeg geld over heb.quote:
Mensen die moeite hebben met typen op een netbook.quote:
Ik kan snel typen op een gewoon toetsenbord, die van mijn netbook en die van mijn n97.
vraag aan mama voor geld voor nieuwe schoenen, dan hr=eb je ook nog geld over voor aboquote:
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Sorry, maar ik wil eerst een nieuwe videokaart en schoenen kopen, daarna kijk ik wel of ik genoeg geld over heb.
Sinds ik 18 ben krijg ik helemaal niks meer van mijn ouders.quote:
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vraag aan mama voor geld voor nieuwe schoenen, dan hr=eb je ook nog geld over voor abo
Dit smaakt naar gravel, de next level.
Ook geen liefde?quote:
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Sinds ik 18 ben krijg ik helemaal niks meer van mijn ouders.
Dat wel.quote:
Maar de enige financiële steun die zij mij nog geven is dat ze mijn zorgpremie betalen en me helpen als ik ooit in financiële problemen terecht kom. Dat is het.
nicequote:
goeie copy paste
Ja, ben ook zeer trots op mijzelf.quote:
Youre the only onequote:
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Ja, ben ook zeer trots op mijzelf.
Krijg jij je schoenen nog van je moeder dan?quote:
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vraag aan mama voor geld voor nieuwe schoenen, dan hr=eb je ook nog geld over voor abo
hai haiquote:
aightquote:
Hallo.quote:
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Ik heb mijn nagels gelakt. Nu stinkt het hier.
bawzquote:
Mooi gedaan Dimens.En nu als ondertitel: Vis een optie?
Er komt een kleine verandering, de vis komt iets lager maar het is wachten tot smegmanus deze invoert.quote:
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En nu als ondertitel: Vis een optie?
Zeg maar dit:
Patje.quote:
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Wordt het niet eens tijd dat jij iets aan die UI van je gaat doen?quote:
Hoe een UI eruit ziet:
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In mijn broek geplast van het lachen.quote:
Hoe een UI eruit ziet:
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!Niet-nerds met computerverstand (
) mogen ook antwoorden.Een palestijnse berg uiquote:
Hoe een UI eruit ziet:
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Wat is er aan de hand
????!!!~#fml
Ik luister.quote:
Oproep aan alle ICT nerds hier
Niet-nerds met computerverstand (
Omdat de server er tijdelijk uit ligt, die foutmelding heb ik ook.quote:
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
Gewoon wachten tot hij het weer doet.
Kon dat niet in 1 post ?quote:
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
Zeik niet zo.quote:
Kon je hem geen DM sturen?quote:
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;drquote:
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.
Leuk voor je.quote:
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.
mooiknipquote:
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.
Het is toch dood hier, dus wat boeit het.quote:
Zucht doe dat ergens anders.
Weet ik.quote:
oh oh jersey shore.quote:
Rode wijn bij vlees.
Witte wijn bij vis.
huhquote:
Een van de personages rijdt met een Fiat Multipla tegen een politieauto.quote:
Doe ik ook altijd in mijn vrije tijd.quote:
[..]
Een van de personages rijdt met een Fiat Multipla tegen een politieauto.
Speel jij TMquote:
[..]
Omdat de server er tijdelijk uit ligt, die foutmelding heb ik ook.
Gewoon wachten tot hij het weer doet.
?Mooi toch.quote:
[..]
Doe ik ook altijd in mijn vrije tijd.
Probeer het dan .quote:
zeker.quote:
Oké.quote:
Op Ben al water aan het koken. Laat straks wel de resultaten weten.
Omdat dat stoer is.quote:
waarom is udowu opeens zo rustig
Hoj baasquote:
oke grquote:
* Huppelmuts komt ff snel rondje door UDOWU rennen en is er meteen weer vandoor
Aandachtshoer.quote:
* Huppelmuts komt ff snel rondje door UDOWU rennen en is er meteen weer vandoor
gr grquote:
* Huppelmuts komt ff snel rondje door UDOWU rennen en is er meteen weer vandoor
Je zei vanmiddag al, toen was ik gaan kijken en hier doet hij het ook niet.quote:
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Ik moet nog een heel economie hoofstuk voor morgen leren.quote:Op maandag 26 september 2011 18:51 schreef Spaghettivreter het volgende:
Zometeen maar eens aan een presentatie beginnen die ik donderdag moet gaan houden
Kaneelpoeder zakt steeds naar de bodem, moet blijven roeren.
Wat moet ik dan aan m'n UI doen? Ik kan dat helemaal niet
appelthee wel, appelkaneel jewaitquote:
tevens is er ook kaneelthee
Kaneel poeder lost niet op in thee.
Suiker wel.
Kaneelpoeder + thee = suspensie.
/carequote:
Nog meer resultaten:
Kaneel poeder lost niet op in thee.
Suiker wel.
Kaneelpoeder + thee = suspensie.
Ik bedoel het letterlijk; wat zou er gebeuren als je die twee bij elkaar gooit. Ik heb al wat resultaten.quote:
[..]
appelthee wel, appelkaneel jewait
tevens is er ook kaneelthee
quote:
Tijdelijke resultaten:
Kaneelpoeder zakt steeds naar de bodem, moet blijven roeren.
quote:
Nog meer resultaten:
Kaneel poeder lost niet op in thee.
Suiker wel.
Kaneelpoeder + thee = suspensie.
Jij zei dat ik het moest proberen, ik deel alleen maar mijn bevindingen.quote:
Thee en suiker is dus en oplossingquote:
[..]
Ik bedoel het letterlijk; wat zou er gebeuren als je die twee bij elkaar gooit. Ik heb al wat resultaten.
[..]
[..]
jij zijquote:
[..]
Jij zij dat ik het moest proberen, ik deel alleen maar mijn bevindingen.
Yeaaaah you make my day.quote:
[..]
Je zei vanmiddag al, toen was ik gaan kijken en hier doet hij het ook niet.
ok. lekker boeiend.quote:
Nog meer resultaten:
Kaneel poeder lost niet op in thee.
Suiker wel.
Kaneelpoeder + thee = suspensie.
Inderdaad.quote:
[..]
Thee en suiker is dus en oplossing
Oeps.quote:
quote:
Ik begin steeds meer te denken dat één van jullie een kutkloon is van de andere.quote:
Dat kan ik op twee manieren opvatten.quote:
Gatver rez
ok. lekker boeiend.quote:
[..]
Inderdaad.
[..]
Oeps.
[..]
[..]
Ik begin steeds meer te denken dat één van jullie een kutkloon is van de andere.
Ik ben nou eenmaal een 18-jarige man, wat verwacht je?quote:
heehoi bietsj!quote:
Hoe is het?
18 jaar en jezelf man noemenquote:
[..]
Ik ben nou eenmaal een 18-jarige man, wat verwacht je?
Als het je allemaal niet boeit, hoezo blijf je dan reageren?quote:
Volgens de wet ben ik een man.quote:
Dat vraag ik me ook altijd af bij jouquote:
[..]
Als het je allemaal niet boeit, hoezo blijf je dan reageren?
Dat je bier drinkt ipv met thee te klotenquote:
[..]
Ik ben nou eenmaal een 18-jarige man, wat verwacht je?
Beach zei niks raarsquote:
[..]
Ik ben nou eenmaal een 18-jarige man, wat verwacht je?
ditquote:
[..]
Dat vraag ik me ook altijd af bij jou
quote:
[..]
Dat je bier drinkt ipv met thee te kloten
Misschien is Beach wel 6 of 90.quote:
Haha ben nu net pas thuis, eerst noooodles eten en daarna okquote:
@ coban : heb je al van die chemtrails gelezen?
quote:
[..]
Haha ben nu net pas thuis, eerst noooodles eten en daarna ok
Je gaat echt bang worden als je straks naar de lucht kijkt
Die kunnen ook vies zijnquote:
Zullen we samen hard huilen?quote:
[..]
Je gaat echt bang worden als je straks naar de lucht kijkt
Goed plan.quote:
Achterlijke vent met je complot shit, jij hebt 't good wies kapotquote:
[..]
Je gaat echt bang worden als je straks naar de lucht kijkt
Jij wordt door iedereen bespot
Jij hebt 'n lek aan 't benul
Jij domme knul
quote:
Alleen tegen irritante opdondertjes zoals jij.quote:
IK EET NOODLESquote:
Heb je tandpijn?
Hello meneer TWPquote:
Hoi tsjobbo.quote:
Speedy.quote:
quote:
Hallo.quote:
Niceeequote:
Nee gaatje
Grote kans. Tandartsen zijn moordenaars man.quote:
Als ik dalijk niet meer leef dan ben ik dood
Mijn tandarts niet.quote:Op maandag 26 september 2011 19:14 schreef TWP het volgende:
[..]
Grote kans. Tandartsen zijn moordenaars man.
TWPquote:
ik wil appart gequote wordenquote:
die van mij is een blond vrouw in de +40 maar ziet er nog beeldschoon uitquote:
[..]
Grote kans. Tandartsen zijn moordenaars man.
Hallo.quote:
Blij?
jaquote:
yo
Dus jij laat graag je gaatje behandelen.quote:
[..]
die van mij is een blond vrouw in de +40 maar ziet er nog beeldschoon uit
Beter tanden poetsen jongeman.quote:
ja alleen heb al tijdje geen gaatje gehad:(quote:
[..]
Dus jij laat graag je gaatje behandelen.
EEH MEISJEEquote:Op maandag 26 september 2011 19:18 schreef PamSwynfordDeBeaufort het volgende:
HALLON LIEVE SCHATTEBOUTJES VAN ME
Omg heb mijn mond en tong aangefikkttt
ik wil getroost wordennquote:
[..]
ja alleen heb al tijdje geen gaatje gehad:(
Knuffel voor je tong.quote:
HEY NIEUWELINGEN!
Omg heb mijn mond en tong aangefikkttt
Ja
Maar wel lief
hallon allerliefste , allermooiste allerallesquote:
HALLON LIEVE SCHATTEBOUTJES VAN ME
heb je ooit gezeuntquote:
Ik zie TWP mijn tong vastpakken en knuffelen
Ja
Maar wel lief
je zei alles dus ook de slecht ^.^quote:
[..]
hallon allerliefste , allermooiste alleralles
quote:
Ik zie TWP mijn tong vastpakken en knuffelen
Ja
Maar wel lief
Hallo meneer dit is inderdaad geen irc dit is sc.quote:
Gezeunt? Wat is datquote:
quote:
[..]
Hallo meneer dit is inderdaad geen ird dit is sc.
ninja editquote:
[..]
Hallo meneer dit is inderdaad geen irc dit is sc.
zo lippen kus kus (gezoent-gezeunt)quote:
quote:
quote:
Zeer scherp.Dalando!
Ja elke dag, mijn broertjeeee mijn mamaaaaa mijn omaaaaa mijn opaaaaaquote:
[..]
zo lippen kus kus (gezoent-gezeunt)
lekkerquote:
[..]
Ja elke dag, mijn broertjeeee mijn mamaaaaa mijn omaaaaa mijn opaaaaa
mag ik ook in dat rijtje komen ) en dan Fort Boyard en dan Neonletters. Dus ik ga er vandoor.Hooooi
Eh man!quote:
Buttersquote:
veel kijkplezierquote:
Bois, ik ga DWDD kijken (met Jeroen van Koningsbrugge en Dennis van der Ven
Hooooi
Oke hoe zie jij er dan uit als ik mooi ben wil ik weten hoe jij er uit zietquote:
[..]
hallon allerliefste , allermooiste alleralles
Nee jij bent een jongetjequote:
[..]
lekker
Nice.quote:
[..]
Ja elke dag, mijn broertjeeee mijn mamaaaaa mijn omaaaaa mijn opaaaaa
Je had eerst toch een pic in je foboquote:
[..]
Oke hoe zie jij er dan uit als ik mooi ben wil ik weten hoe jij er uit ziet
tjequote:
?quote:
dat klinkt leuk zo van butters!gierige turk hoor, nou nu moet ik nog maar 4 dagen wachten tot ieamdn er is die mij wel kusjes geeftquote:
Niemand krijgt kostbare kusjes van mij MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA EVIL GELUID
Zelfs kippetje niet?quote:
Niemand krijgt kostbare kusjes van mij MUAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA EVIL GELUID
Wie?quote:
[..]
gierige turk hoor, nou nu moet ik nog maar 4 dagen wachten tot ieamdn er is die mij wel kusjes geeft
Ja ik wil nu anoniem door het levenquote:
[..]
Je had eerst toch een pic in je fobo
als je nog weet ik hoe ik eruit zag heb je geluk.
nu resteren enkel mijn ogen nog
cookie buttersquote:
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Wrm 4?quote:
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gierige turk hoor, nou nu moet ik nog maar 4 dagen wachten tot ieamdn er is die mij wel kusjes geeft
ken je toch nietquote:
