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moet je eens met Hong Kong chinezen praten , nog 10 keer erger ....
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAVjF_7ensg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">“We simply do not understand our place in the universe and have not the courage to admit it”</a>
Ben van de lerarenopleiding GS naar lerarenopleiding ENG gestapt... Geef me 4 jaar en ik ram dat boerenkool engels wel uit die VMBO'ers...
When I die, I want to die like my grandfather - peacefully asleep - and not screaming like the passengers in his car...
Arguing on the Internet is like competing in the Special Olympics. Even if you win, you're still retarded.
Arguing on the Internet is like competing in the Special Olympics. Even if you win, you're still retarded.
en je haalt die Nederlanders er altijd uit in een gespek, zal aan bepaalde genen liggen denk ik
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Ik weet niet meer wie het zei, maar een Nederlandse politicus was toen op bezoek in het Witte Huis, waar ze gouden of vergulden douchekoppen en kranen schijnen te hebben......quote:Op zaterdag 16 april 2005 01:58 schreef heiden6 het volgende:
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Ik weet niet wat je bedoelt, maar voorlopig vind ik het ranzig en zie ik bovendien Rita Verdonk voor me, gehurkt, en dat is nog veel ranziger.
Asjemenou
Mi mot telhas rarge bubsquote:Op zondag 17 april 2005 06:22 schreef dontcare het volgende:
moet je eens met Hong Kong chinezen praten , nog 10 keer erger ....
Asjemenou
heerlijk die ondertitels op dvd's die uit hongkong komenquote:Op zondag 17 april 2005 06:22 schreef dontcare het volgende:
moet je eens met Hong Kong chinezen praten , nog 10 keer erger ....
Aaaj sink dis is uh ferrie intristink toppik
Meejbie wie ken sjuf it toe ONZ?
Meejbie wie ken sjuf it toe ONZ?
Salivili hipput tupput tapput äppyt tipput hilijalleen
Doet me een beetje denken aan 'do you fok horses?', al geloof ik best dat het golden shower-verhaal wel echt gebeurd is.quote:Op maandag 18 april 2005 05:09 schreef Tichelaar het volgende:
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Ik weet niet meer wie het zei, maar een Nederlandse politicus was toen op bezoek in het Witte Huis, waar ze gouden of vergulden douchekoppen en kranen schijnen te hebben......
As the officer took her away, she recalled that she asked,
"Why do you push us around?"
And she remembered him saying,
"I don't know, but the law's the law, and you're under arrest."
"Why do you push us around?"
And she remembered him saying,
"I don't know, but the law's the law, and you're under arrest."
Dear Dick,
A little while ago my father came home with a piece in his collar. He fell with the door in house and said that he was on the bottle. My mother sat in sack and ashes and I had the country. The waterlanders came before the day. "My poor little bloods of children!" my mother wept, "those poor sheep". She was as the dead so afraid he beat the hand to himself. He called: "Let me loose, I want to scoop a small air!" I let my eye go over the past. I understand why father so often was in the oil, or had a buck wig on. I understood that I should have to shell my own little beans now and that from study could come nothing more. There sat nothing on but to stick my hands out of my sleeves. Naturally I should not be able to hold under my mother, but perhaps I could earn a little cent to help her. I knew that I should have to give the playing football to it, and that I could set my hockey stick on the attic. But what gave that? I decided to put my best little leg before. I went to my father and said: "I lubricate him. I part out with my study and go to earn my bread". He looked me on and said: "You are still wet behind your ears, but go your passage but". So I packed my little lot and took goodbye of my mother. The weeping stood me nearer than the laughing, but I bit my lips and held myself good. I packed the train to London. Underway it rained pipestems. I came on in London, but now to see to find a little track. I was prepared to work hard for the board, but I would not let myself be sent with a clod into the rushes or have myself sold turnips for lemons. I walked through the streets. It was still raining old wives. I went the first the best office in. When I came in, I at once got the boss into the eye. I asked him: "Can you use an officeservant?" And wonder above wonder the man who stood me to word said: "Yes, I can use a little man, we have it very busy at the moment and we come a little man too short". I asked: "What do you pay?" and he said: "That hangs of from it. In my business it comes there on to for to be accurate and industrious. It cannot differ me what for diplomas you have, but the only thing that can differ me is how hard you work, and that you don't look on the clock every five minutes. If you please me, I shall pay you 15 pounds a month for to begin, and you get a storing over three months". I took the job and thanked the sir. Because he saw that there was something on the hand with me, he said: "Well boy, the life is no little joke; hold yourself tough! Come following Monday! Till looks! We shall best be able to shoot on with each other". I picked the train home. My father had left with the silent drum. I went to tell my mother that everything had gone from a slate roof. I said that although my father had left with the northern sun, I should care for her. I told her that I had found a giant course with a giant boss. She said that she had always known that I was worth the salt in the porridge and that as long as I lived she would not see the future dark in.... Well best friend, I lubricate him. Hold yourself at right angles!
A little while ago my father came home with a piece in his collar. He fell with the door in house and said that he was on the bottle. My mother sat in sack and ashes and I had the country. The waterlanders came before the day. "My poor little bloods of children!" my mother wept, "those poor sheep". She was as the dead so afraid he beat the hand to himself. He called: "Let me loose, I want to scoop a small air!" I let my eye go over the past. I understand why father so often was in the oil, or had a buck wig on. I understood that I should have to shell my own little beans now and that from study could come nothing more. There sat nothing on but to stick my hands out of my sleeves. Naturally I should not be able to hold under my mother, but perhaps I could earn a little cent to help her. I knew that I should have to give the playing football to it, and that I could set my hockey stick on the attic. But what gave that? I decided to put my best little leg before. I went to my father and said: "I lubricate him. I part out with my study and go to earn my bread". He looked me on and said: "You are still wet behind your ears, but go your passage but". So I packed my little lot and took goodbye of my mother. The weeping stood me nearer than the laughing, but I bit my lips and held myself good. I packed the train to London. Underway it rained pipestems. I came on in London, but now to see to find a little track. I was prepared to work hard for the board, but I would not let myself be sent with a clod into the rushes or have myself sold turnips for lemons. I walked through the streets. It was still raining old wives. I went the first the best office in. When I came in, I at once got the boss into the eye. I asked him: "Can you use an officeservant?" And wonder above wonder the man who stood me to word said: "Yes, I can use a little man, we have it very busy at the moment and we come a little man too short". I asked: "What do you pay?" and he said: "That hangs of from it. In my business it comes there on to for to be accurate and industrious. It cannot differ me what for diplomas you have, but the only thing that can differ me is how hard you work, and that you don't look on the clock every five minutes. If you please me, I shall pay you 15 pounds a month for to begin, and you get a storing over three months". I took the job and thanked the sir. Because he saw that there was something on the hand with me, he said: "Well boy, the life is no little joke; hold yourself tough! Come following Monday! Till looks! We shall best be able to shoot on with each other". I picked the train home. My father had left with the silent drum. I went to tell my mother that everything had gone from a slate roof. I said that although my father had left with the northern sun, I should care for her. I told her that I had found a giant course with a giant boss. She said that she had always known that I was worth the salt in the porridge and that as long as I lived she would not see the future dark in.... Well best friend, I lubricate him. Hold yourself at right angles!
Ja, die met de ballen in de bek.
En wat is daar mis mee?quote:Op zondag 17 april 2005 06:22 schreef dontcare het volgende:
moet je eens met Hong Kong chinezen praten , nog 10 keer erger ....
Je bedoelt de films van Jackie Chan zeker.
En dat zegt veel, ja, heel erg veel.quote:Op maandag 18 april 2005 11:50 schreef ShutTheFuckUpDonny het volgende:
Breezah's kunnen anders beter Engels dan Nederlands spreken hoor
Niet dus.
Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice
Times went by, many memories died
Imagination is more important than knowledge.
Some say in ice
Times went by, many memories died
Imagination is more important than knowledge.
Of zoals een universitair docent van mij eens zei: "You have no, but you can have yes!"
Iedere droom moet je in een potje vangen.
btw , vriend van me heeft op het bord dat buiten zijn restaurant hangt staan
"one of the most streaking features"
"one of the most streaking features"
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oAVjF_7ensg" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">“We simply do not understand our place in the universe and have not the courage to admit it”</a>
Heet die tent toevallig "de Bananenbar" ?quote:Op donderdag 21 april 2005 01:31 schreef dontcare het volgende:
btw , vriend van me heeft op het bord dat buiten zijn restaurant hangt staan
"one of the most streaking features"
Radical islam is the snake in the grass.
Moderate islam is the grass that hides the snake.
Moderate islam is the grass that hides the snake.
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