[WFL-LFC #423] Moslims zijn welkom in de LFC *O*

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 11:34 schreef qu63 het volgende:
miss heeft iig een schattiger accent als/dan Alicey

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 11:36 schreef Triggershot het volgende:

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je verwacht dat ik mezelf schattig ga noemen?

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 11:38 schreef Triggershot het volgende:

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Geen idee eigenlijk

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 11:37 schreef -Trinity- het volgende:
Ik ben soms schattig . Als ik slaap ofzo.

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 11:37 schreef -Trinity- het volgende:
Ik ben soms schattig . Als ik slaap ofzo.

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 11:36 schreef miss_sly het volgende:

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Mijn zachte g

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 11:43 schreef miss_sly het volgende:

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Ik geloof dat ik dan ook wel schattig kan zijn

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 11:45 schreef -Trinity- het volgende:
Maar vandaag ga ik stoer zijn! Over drie kwartier richting klimmuur !

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 11:47 schreef qu63 het volgende:
kan je wel bij de onderste grepen?

Maar ik kan er niet bij

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 11:50 schreef -Trinity- het volgende:

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Ik wil je slaan .
_{Maar ik kan er niet bij}

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 11:51 schreef qu63 het volgende:
ach, als ik alvast naar boven klim kom jij er door je blinde woede misschien ook wel bij

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 11:58 schreef -Trinity- het volgende:

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Zuignapschoenen en -handschoenen, en dan naar boven toe klimmen plakken.

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There was once a poor woodchopper. "This woodchopping", he said to his woman: there sits no dry bread in it. I work myself an accident the whole day, but you and our twelve children have not eat. I see the future dark in." His woman agreed. "We must try to fit a sleeve on it", the woodchopper resumed: "I have a plan. Tomorrow we shall go on step with the children, and then in the middle of the wood we'll leave them to their fate over." His woman almost went of her little stick when she heard this. "What is there with you on the hand?", she cried: "Aren't you good sob?" But the woodchopper wasn't brought of his piece by her wailing; he gave no shrink. "It cannot differ to me what you think", he said: "There sits nothing else on; tomorrow we leave them in the wood."

Little Thumbie, the youngest son, had listened off his parents' conversation. The next morning before day and dew he went out and filled his pockets with pebbles. During the walk into the wood he knew unmarked-up to drop them one by one. Then the parents told their children to sprockle some wood and shined the plate. When the parents didn't come for the day any more, the children understood that they had been left in the stitch. Soon the waterlanders appeared. But Thumbie said: "Don't sit down by your packages. I will sorrow for it that we all get home wholeskins." Thank be the pebbles, he was able to find his way back.

"By God!", the parents said as they turned up: "How have you ragged him that?" "No art on", said Thumbie and explained what he had done. "If you want to be rid of us you will have to stand up a bit earlier." That is just what the parents did. This time there came no pebbles on the pass. All Thumbie had was a piece of dry bread. He decided that his bread there then must believe to it. He left a trail of breadcrumbs but he didn't have it in the holes that they were being made into soldiers by the birds. His parents departed with the northern sun, as on the day before, but this time Thumbie soon touched rid of the trail. What now? Good counsel was expensive. The sun was already under, it was raning pipestems and the crying stood Little Thumbie nearer than the laughing. At last he saw a tiny light through the trees. It turned out to be a house.

The lady who stood them to word was a giantess. She gave them what to eat but Little Thumbie received the feeling that something wasn't fluff. He had understood that the giantess' man, the giant, was a people-eater who would see no bone in devouring them.

"If we do not pass up", he thought: "we shall be the cigar." As soon as they saw their chance clean, they took the legs and smeared him.

When the giant came home, he sniffed the air and bellowed: "I smell people flesh! Woman, why have you let them go there from through? Bring me my seven-league boots, I go them behind after!"

He was about to haul the children in, but, wonder above wonder, just then he decided to lie down in order to snap a little owl. "Shoot up, help me!", Thumbie said to his brothers: "As soon as the giant lay there pipping, we must see to make him his seven-league boots off-handy." He squeezed him like an old thief, but they went ahead and knew him to draw his boots out. "Now we must make that we come away!", Little Thumbie said. He put on the boots and quickly made himself out of the feet, carrying his brothers along. Also, he had seen chance to roll the giant's pockets and pick in all his gold pieces.

"How have you boxed that before each other?", cried Thumbie's parents in amazement when he showed up. "It was a pod-skin.", said LittIe Thumbie modestly. "I may be small but I stand my little man. And look, I have also brought a lot of poon. We used not to be able to allow ourselves billy-goat's leaps, but now we have our sheep on the dry. We will never come anything too short again! I shall be able to buy myself a nail-sut at last! and a woody-stringy!" "And I a soup-dress.", cried his mother: "They are you of it these days." "Great!", his father exulted: "I shall buy us a motor-car."

That afternoon he came riding to the fore in a sled of a wagon. "I seem to be having trouble riding straight out.", Thumbies father complained. "That you thank the cuckoo", his woman said: "You have a piece in your collar. You have him around again. I shall stop you in bed."

The next day all the children were stuck in the clothes as well. In her new soup-dress mother looked a cleanliness. After that, they moved to The Hague, where they bought a chest of a house on the New Explanation, and Iived happily ever after.

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 12:21 schreef -Trinity- het volgende:
Klimmen .

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 11:34 schreef qu63 het volgende:
miss heeft iig een schattiger accent als/dan Alicey

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 12:48 schreef Alicey het volgende:

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Is mijn accent schattig?

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 12:51 schreef qu63 het volgende:

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nee, die van miss is schattiger
1 is meer dan 0 zeg maar

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 12:55 schreef Alicey het volgende:

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schattiger betekent dat er schattig is.

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 12:59 schreef qu63 het volgende:

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ja 0 op een schaal van 0 tot 10

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 13:02 schreef Alicey het volgende:

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 12:59 schreef qu63 het volgende:

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ja 0 op een schaal van 0 tot 10

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 13:05 schreef miss_sly het volgende:

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dus ik ben maar 1 schattig?

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 13:08 schreef qu63 het volgende:

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nee 10 schat

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 13:09 schreef qu63 het volgende:
ik ben weg

gesprek in Amersfoort

whish me luck

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 13:26 schreef Alicey het volgende:
Astrid !

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 13:26 schreef Triggershot het volgende:

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moet voor jou DE halen of Chappuchino?

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Op maandag 27 februari 2006 13:28 schreef OoAstridoO het volgende:

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Haihai nog 1 dagje