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please!
don't pull me over mr. officer!
don't pull me over mr. officer please!

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op vrijdag 21 oktober 2005 15:11 schreef la-nina het volgende:
please!
don't pull me over mr. officer!
don't pull me over mr. officer please!

won't you pleaaaaaaaase, pleaaase help me!

i get by with a little help from my friends,
i get high with a little help from my friends,
going to try with a little help from my friends.

winter spring summer or fall..
all you gotta do is hold,
and i'll be there, yes i will,
you've got a friend!

you're not alone, i'll wait till the end of time
open your mind, surely it's plain to see
you're not alone, i'll wait till the end of time for you
open your mind, surely there's time to be with me

je bent zo vaag en stil

i'm only happy when it rains
i'm only happy when it's complicated
and though i know you can't appreciate it
i'm only happy when it rains

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op vrijdag 21 oktober 2005 19:23 schreef zhenar het volgende:

don't worry, be happy......

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ik heb 't hier bekeek'n, als ik dit zo heur,
joe zuik'n 't moar oet, ja ik goa d'r vandeur

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op vrijdag 21 oktober 2005 22:11 schreef caerbannog het volgende:
ik heb 't hier bekeek'n, als ik dit zo heur,
joe zuik'n 't moar oet, ja ik goa d'r vandeur

bla. blabla. bladiebladieblah!

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op vrijdag 21 oktober 2005 22:15 schreef nuna het volgende:

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bla. blabla. bladiebladieblah!

he doe, wat kiekst ja laif/.....
moar ach, dien bek stait schaif!

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op vrijdag 21 oktober 2005 22:19 schreef caerbannog het volgende:

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he doe, wat kiekst ja laif/.....
moar ach, dien bek stait schaif!

lente in twente, lente in twente
als ik weer zo'n tukker zie, vol met bier en sympathie
lente in twente, lente in twente
het leven is zo slecht nog niet

i am the eggmen, they are the eggmen, i am the walrus
goo goo g'joob.

toet toet toet toet yeahh!!!

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op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 00:39 schreef petomaan het volgende:
toet toet toet toet yeahh!!!

ik heb 'n toe- toe- toeter
op m'n waterscooter,
daarmee toe- toe- toeter
ik naar jou

ik heb 'n toe- toe- toeter
op m'n waterscooter,
daarmee toeter ik naar elke vrouw

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op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 02:25 schreef vulcanus het volgende:

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ik heb 'n toe- toe- toeter
op m'n waterscooter,
daarmee toe- toe- toeter
ik naar jou

ik heb 'n toe- toe- toeter
op m'n waterscooter,
daarmee toeter ik naar elke vrouw

do, do, do, da, da ,da that's all i've got to say to you!

someone to love
sweetheart to miss
sugar to kiss

i need you you you
i need you you you
i need you you you...

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op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 02:25 schreef vulcanus het volgende:

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ik heb 'n toe- toe- toeter
op m'n waterscooter,
daarmee toe- toe- toeter
ik naar jou

ik heb 'n toe- toe- toeter
op m'n waterscooter,
daarmee toeter ik naar elke vrouw

and we like hooter's for their hotwings too
other guys never cross our minds
we don't wonder what it might be like
how could it be any better than it is with you

mag plaatje ook!?

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op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 14:01 schreef haagscheharry het volgende:
mag plaatje ook!?

[afbeelding]

zo, das mijn eerste post!

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op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 14:01 schreef haagscheharry het volgende:
zo, das mijn eerste post!

een mijlpaal

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op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 14:01 schreef haagscheharry het volgende:
mag plaatje ook!?

[afbeelding]

watser, watser, watser, watser
watser met jou ouwe? kanker
kanker je staat te spacen
serieus gek wat praat je met mij man keeeeenker

...you must die i alone am best!
i hope ya flip some guy the bird,
he cuts you off and you're forced to swerve,
in front of the beatles' tour bus,
a bookmobile and a mack truck,
hauling hazardous biological waste,
the light turns red you have no brakes,
and "hard copy" gets it all on tape,
so you can see the look on your face,

het gevoel begint zich te ontlaaien
het is weer tijd om een joint te draaien!

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op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 15:51 schreef -numlock- het volgende:
het gevoel begint zich te ontlaaien
het is weer tijd om een joint te draaien!

rip this joint, gonna save your soul,
round and round and round we go.
roll this joint, gonna get down low,
start my starter, gonna stop the show.
oh, yeah!

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op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 15:51 schreef -numlock- het volgende:
het gevoel begint zich te ontlaaien
het is weer tijd om een joint te draaien!

tuurlijk draai er nog maar één, ben toch al weg, 'k hoef nergens heen
't denken lukt nu toch niet meer en we leven meer één keer
dus draai 'm nog eens vol, m'n bek kan toch niet droger
ik zal roken wat ik roken kan, dan vlieg ik straks wat hoger.

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cause i’m a picker
i’m a grinner
i’m a lover
and i’m a sinner
i play my music in the sun

i’m a joker
i’m a smoker
i’m a midnight toker
i sure don’t want to hurt no one

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op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 16:59 schreef zhenar het volgende:

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i smoke two joints in the morning
i smoke two joints at night
i smoke two joints in the afternoon
it makes me feel allright

i smoke two joints in time of peace
and two in time of war
i smoke two joints before i smoke two joints
and then i smoke some more

sublime!


when the game of life makes you feel like quitting
it helps a lot if you kill a kitten
mark my words 'cause from were i'm sitting
you can't go wrong if you kill a kitten
theres no crime that you'll be committing,
i know the law,
you can kill a kitten
and if you need yarn for that scarf you're knitting
you'll get plenty if you kill a kitten

hush, little girl, sweet baby don't cry tonight
daddy is here and he'll sing you a soft lullaby tonight
why can't it all be like it was before?
how can i explain why mommy's not here anymore?

'cause daddy likes porno and ten dollar whores
daddy gets wasted and robs liquor stores
daddy likes rubbing against little boys on the bus
i think that's why mommy left us.....



_{stephen lynch}

en de fiets van piet van pa is zojuist gepasseerd..

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op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 22:30 schreef wappiej het volgende:
en de fiets van piet van pa is zojuist gepasseerd..

wi-j maken lange dagen en dat doe-w al heel wat joar
moar a-j de dertig gepasseerd bunt word 't soms wel zwoar
de knieën bunt versletten en de rugge dut zo zear
ik heb altied zin in høken moar mien wief wil mien niet meer

ik wil een meisje!

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op zaterdag 22 oktober 2005 22:47 schreef molluck het volgende:
ik wil een meisje!

meisjes
ze maken ons kapot, mijnheer
ze maken ons zo zot, mijnheer
mmmm meisjes

...wat moet ik met een meisje zoals jij?

fat boys cry when ugly girls sing.
about the way the world would be if they were thin.
and ugly girls turn their heads when fat boys laugh.
about the handsome kid next door who broke their heart.

shit, damn, motherfucker .............."d'angelo - shit damn motherfucker"

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op zondag 23 oktober 2005 02:09 schreef zhenar het volgende:
fat boys fat boys
what you gonna do
what you gonna do when they come for you?

there's a fat boy in the kitchen
what am i gonna do
there's a fat boy in the kitchen
what am i gonna do
me gonna shoot that boy

hier met jullie "

i have a dream" speech
aug. 28, 1963



i am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

five score years ago, a great american, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the emancipation proclamation. this momentous decree came as a great beacon of hope to millions of negro slaves, who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. it came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. but one hundred years later, the negro is still not free. one hundred years later, the life of the negro is still sadly crippled by the manacle of segregation and the chains of discrimination.

one hundred years later, the negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. one hundred years later, the negro is still languishing in the corners of american society and finds himself an exile in his own land so we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

in a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. when the architects of our great republic wrote the magnificent words of the constitution and the declaration of independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every american was to fall heir.

this note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed to the inalienable rights of life liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

it is obvious today that america has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. instead of honoring this sacred obligation, america has given the negro people a bad check, a check that has come back marked "insufficient funds."

but we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. we refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. so we have come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and security of justice.

we have also come to this hallowed spot to remind america of the fierce urgency of now. this is not time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.

now is the time to make real the promise of democracy.

now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice.

now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

now is the time to make justice a reality to all of god's children.

it would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of it's colored citizens. this sweltering summer of the negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. nineteen sixty-three is not an end but a beginning. those who hope that the negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual.

there will be neither rest nor tranquility in america until the negro is granted his citizenship rights. the whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

but there is something that i must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. in the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds.

let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. we must ever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. we must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

the marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. we cannot walk alone.

and as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. we cannot turn back. there are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "when will you be satisfied?" we can never be satisfied as long as the negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality.

we can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.

we cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one.

we can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "for white only."

we cannot be satisfied as long as a negro in mississippi cannot vote and a negro in new york believes he has nothing for which to vote.

no, no we are not satisfied and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

i am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of your trials and tribulations. some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by storms of persecutions and staggered by the winds of police brutality.

you have been the veterans of creative suffering. continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

go back to mississippi, go back to alabama, go back to south carolina go back to georgia, go back to louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our modern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.

let us not wallow in the valley of despair. i say to you today, my friends, that even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow. i still have a dream. it is a dream deeply rooted in the american dream.

i have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed. we hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal.

i have a dream that one day on the red hills of georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

i have a dream that one day even the state of mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

i have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

i have a dream today.

i have a dream that one day down in alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; that one day right down in alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

i have a dream today.

i have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and every mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plains and the crooked places will be made straight and the glory of the lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together.

this is our hope. this is the faith that i will go back to the south with. with this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope.

with this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.

with this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to climb up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

this will be the day when all of god's children will be able to sing with new meaning "my country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee i sing. land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring!"

and if america is to be a great nation, this must become true. so let freedom ring from the hilltops of new hampshire. let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of new york.

let freedom ring from the heightening alleghenies of pennsylvania.

let freedom ring from the snow-capped rockies of colorado.

let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of california.

but not only that, let freedom, ring from stone mountain of georgia.

let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of mississippi and every mountainside.

and when this happens, when we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every tenement and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of god's children, black men and white men, jews and gentiles, protestants and catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old spiritual, "free at last, free at last. thank god almighty, we are free at last."

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op zondag 23 oktober 2005 04:18 schreef cappy het volgende:
hier met jullie "

i have a dream" speech
aug. 28, 1963


...

what the fuck are we saying!

i was gonna make love to you, but then i got high, i'm serious
i was gonna eat your pussy to, but then i got high
now i'm jacking off and i know why, because i got high, because i got high

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op zondag 23 oktober 2005 04:35 schreef lennykravitz het volgende:

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what the fuck are we saying!

ja dat ik best wel in het verkeerd "iets"heb gepost ... maar dat neemt niet weg ....... you are saying shite ... you are shite.... you will be shite ... and with the help of the gods .. you will be eating shite ...



you might give your heart to jezus but youre ass belongs to the corps ....

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op zondag 23 oktober 2005 04:41 schreef remlof het volgende:
i was gonna make love to you, but then i got high, i'm serious
i was gonna eat your pussy to, but then i got high
now i'm jacking off and i know why, because i got high, because i got high

straat neger

i touch your skin, i smell the sin, your eyes are lying!
i touch your skin, i smell the sin, my love for you is dying!