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Het Minecraft slowchat topic waar we discussieren over vrouwen, politiek, iphone vs samsung, voetbal, games, muziek, films, de pc van AlDieWillenteKaaprenVaren, de mening van Ame_thyst op alles, de gevaarlijke levensstijl van drumstickNL, praktische voorbeelden waarin mender censuur aanmoedigt, maurisioo's eindeloze stroom van zombiemaps, de illuminatie, de gezondheid verbeteren, eigenschappen van MineraalWater,Bobbers banfetish, Loon die de server sloopt, wat er in de OP moet staan, frikandellen, Victoria Justice aanbidden, poepbroeders en een kalende zuurpruim genaamd mschol,
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It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, its dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. Hit it.
Ook goedemiddag.
It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, its dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. Hit it.
Mijn TT was [Minecraft SC #165] Loon is dik
Goedendag, Nog 5 topics en dan hebben we meer topics dan het normale MC topic!
Ik zie in myat dat er geen topic open is en ik waag een gokje, moet je maar sneller zijn.
It's 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, its dark, and we're wearing sunglasses. Hit it.
In Alabama nineteen fifty eight
The cost of human life is very low
A man that's flag is trampled down
Just like them were is thousand years ago
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
Two thousand years ago a million men
Were gathered into Royal Egypt's land
Were bound together, forced to build
The pyramids of stone and desert sand
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
Mary's son walked through a land of woe
Dreaming of the world as it could be
But for good and lawful men of Rome
Bound them like a robber to a tree
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
In Britain just a hundred years ago
The jails were full of good and hungry men
Diggers, Fenians many more
Fought and died for growth to fight again
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
Last year a Negro stole a dollar bill
The judge he said: 'we mustn't be severe
Instead of death we'll give him life
Imprisonment to show that justice is here'
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
And so throughout the ages you have seen
How progress marches ever on its way
No rack, no wheel, no Spanish boot
For Alabama's prisoners today
But these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man may walk his roads in peace
For all are free
In these are more enlightened days
No room for all these savage ways
Leave them, let them go
Now every man should walk his road in peace
That men be free
vogelkooi
De Patricius
quote:
Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you know why
Fear is the grease of society.