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*looooooooool* Super geiler Link Boedi Merci

lool
löfflchen, du bisch en spielkind

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I don't need to hear your depressing remarks, see your know-it-all-face on tv.
And I couldn't care less about what you want to say and I wish that it wasn't just me.

Ja ich weiss Is doch gut so oder nicht??

-NO COMMENT-

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I don't need to hear your depressing remarks, see your know-it-all-face on tv.
And I couldn't care less about what you want to say and I wish that it wasn't just me.

Hhhhhmmmmmm..warum NO COMMENT???
Und warum diese Männchen am ende deiner Message??
/me confused

macht nix spooni..
Leen denkt schon wieder unanständig

*Knuddel*

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I don't need to hear your depressing remarks, see your know-it-all-face on tv.
And I couldn't care less about what you want to say and I wish that it wasn't just me.

OOoooookkkk dann sag ich jetzt auch mal NO COMMENT

*knuffel zurück*

So ich steuer auch mal wieder was bei

Ich brauche Drogen

ist DAS GEIIIL!!

*weglol*

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I don't need to hear your depressing remarks, see your know-it-all-face on tv.
And I couldn't care less about what you want to say and I wish that it wasn't just me.

Ja, das is echt cool. Ich hatte das auch vorher schonmal irgendwo gesehen! Immer wieder zum wegschmeißen! Allerdings war da der coole Soundtrack nicht dabei. Das Lied ist ja auch der Knaller!

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dito
Die Legomännchen am Tüte-bauen gibt's irgendwo als Bilderserie und den Song gibt's auch schon etwas länger -> http://www.ichbrauchedrogen.de.vu/ ... hat wohl irgendwer mal zusammengebastelt die beiden Seiten

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now playing » http://www.lastfm.de/user/Engholmsen/

Wieder mal eine lustige eMail von meinem Kollegen aus Leipzig:

Zwei Freundinnen beschliessen, wieder mal so richtig auszugehen und
einen "Frauen-Saufabend" durchzuziehen. Auf dem Heimweg am frühen
Morgen, sturzbetrunken, haben sie das übliche dringende Bedürfnis, aber
weit und breit keine Toilette und kein Gebüsch, nur ein Friedhof. Da es
wirklich dringend ist, erledigen sie die Geschäfte im Friedhof. Beide haben
nichts mehr zum Abwischen, keine Taschentücher, nichts. Die eine
beschliesst, den Slip zu opfern und wirft ihn weg. Die andere zögert, es
ist ein neues, teures Designer-Modell, das sie kürzlich von ihrem Mann
zum Geburtstag erhalten hat. Da sieht sie auf dem Grab nebenan einen
Kranz mit Schleife. Zum Teufel mit der Schleife, denkt sie, dies ist ein
Notfall', reisst die Schleife ab und reinigt sich damit.
Am anderen Tag treffen sich die zwei Männer der Freundinnen. "So gehts
ja auch wieder nicht!" sagt der eine "Wir müssen was unternehmen!
Gestern kam meine Frau stockbesoffen vom Frauenabend nach Hause
und hatte nicht einmal mehr das Höschen an!" "Das geht ja noch," meint
der andere, "meine hatte zwar das Höschen an, aber zwischen den
Pobacken war noch ein rotes Band eingeklemmt mit der Aufschrift: 'Wir
werden Dich nie vergessen! - Musikkapelle Grünwald !"

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der is gut!!!

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I don't need to hear your depressing remarks, see your know-it-all-face on tv.
And I couldn't care less about what you want to say and I wish that it wasn't just me.

roflmao bödi, der is echt endgeil ...

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Artificial Intelligence is no protection from natural stupidity.

Why do programmers always get Christmas and Halloween mixed up?
Because DEC 25 = OCT 31

lange geschichte, aber infach nur klasse, aus meinem Schatzkästchen:
A True Story by W. Bruce Cameron

I had to take my son's hamster to the vet. Here's what happened:

Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was "something
wrong" with one of the two hamsters he holds prisoner in his room.

"He's just lying there looking sick," he told me.

"Oldest trick in the book," I informed him. "You go in to see what's wrong
with the sick one and the other one sneaks up behind you and bonks you on
the head. Then they change into your clothes and escape."

"I'm serious, Dad. Can you help?"

I put a hamster-healer expression on my face and followed him into his
bedroom. One of the little rodents was indeed lying on his back, looking
distressed. I immediately knew what to do.

"Honey," I called, "come look at the hamster!"

"Oh, my gosh," my wife diagnosed after a minute. "She's having babies."

"What?" my son demanded. "But their names are Bert and Ernie!" I was equally
outraged. "Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn't want them to
reproduce," I accused my wife.

"Well, what did you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?"she inquired
sarcastically.

"No, but you were supposed to get two boys!" I reminded her.

"Yeah, Bert and Ernie!" my son agreed.

"Well, it was a little hard to tell," she informed me.

By now the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I
shrugged, deciding to make the best of it. "Kids, this is going to be a
wondrous experience," I announced. "We're about to witness the miracle of
birth."

"Gross!" they shrieked.

"Great; what are we going to do with a litter of tiny little hamster
babies?" my wife wanted to know.

"Well, when my parents' dog had puppies, I took them up to the grocery store
in a cardboard box and gave them away," I recalled.

"So what are you going to do, go up with a pair of tweezers so people can
pick out their hamster?" she asked.

We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny
foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later. "We don't appear
to be making much progress," I noted.

"A breech birth," my wife whispered, horrified.

"Do something, Dad!" my son urged.

"Okay, okay." Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next
appeared, giving it a gingerly tug. It disappeared. I tried again, with the
same results.

"Should I dial 911?" my daughter wanted to know. "Maybe they could talk us
through it."

"Let's get Ernie to the vet," I said grimly.

We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. "Breathe,
Ernie, breathe," he urged.

"I don't think hamsters do Lamaze," I told him.

The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little
animal through a magnifying glass. "What do you think, Doc, an epidural?" I
suggested scientifically.

"Oh, very interesting," he murmured. "Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to
you privately for a moment?"

I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside. "Is Ernie going to be okay?"
my wife asked.

"Oh, perfectly," the vet assured us. "This hamster is not in labor. In fact,
that isn't EVER going to happen....Ernie is a boy."

"What!?"

"You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into
maturity, male hamsters will, ah..." He blushed, glancing at my wife.

"Well, you know what I'm saying, Mr. Cameron."

We were silent, absorbing this. "So Ernie's just...just..."

"Excited?" my wife offered.

"Exactly," the vet replied, relieved that we understood.

More silence. Then my wife started to giggle. "What's so funny?" I demanded.

Tears were now running down her face. "Just...that...I'm picturing you
pulling on its...its..." she gasped.

"That's enough," I warned. We thanked the veterinarian and hurriedly bundled
the hamsters and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going
to be okay.

"I know Ernie's really thankful for what you've done, Dad," he told me.

"Oh, you have no idea," my wife agreed, collapsing into laughter as I gave
her a dirty look.

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Hobbes: Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.

Könnt Ihr euch noch an die Diddl-Maus Auktion erinnern? Hier: http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?Vi ... 3146042998
ist noch mal sowas aus dieser Kategorie, aber auf Englisch und ich hab mich weggerissen, also bitte bis zum Ende Scrollen. Winning bid:
US $860.00! Hol den Vorschlaghammer!
Cheers
el

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http://www.jillsnextrecord.com?r=57351

Well I don't wanna get bitter
I don't wanna get cruel
I don't wanna get old before I have to

*loooool* El der war genauso gut wie unsere deutsche DIDDL-Version

habt ihr euch mal von dem typen die bewertungen angeguckt? ich glaub, der macht durch die pöbeleien sein geld...

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Hobbes: Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.

Uhm der hat doch nur gute Bewertungen oder?
Cheers
el

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http://www.jillsnextrecord.com?r=57351

Well I don't wanna get bitter
I don't wanna get cruel
I don't wanna get old before I have to

nee, das meinte ich nicht lol
sondern, daß die alle Bezugnehmen auf Beanie-babies und Werkzeuge
Wieviele Millionen von diesen teilen ihm wohl seine Frau hinterlassen hat...?

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Hobbes: Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.

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now playing » http://www.lastfm.de/user/Engholmsen/

IT DOESN'T GET ANY WORST THAN...
1...Being a Cowboy Fan
2...Losing to an expansion team Houston
3...Being called America's team when the cowboys aren't even the best team in Texas
4...Losing to the Texans....Texans?
5...Jerry Jones: "I'm disappointed for Cowboy fans everywhere."
6...David Carr: "That was just letting them know we were here."
7...Darren Woodson being burned by Corrie Bradford for the game winning TD, Woodson who declared the game a "must win!"
8...hahahahhahahhahah, CRYBOYS FUCKEN SUCK!

Here are a few jokes:

* What has 100 legs, 100 eyes, 50 mouths, and 3 big buttholes?

The Dallas Cowboys (The buttholes are named Emmitt Smith, George Teague, and Larry Allen)

* What is the Cryboys favorite color?

Powder white

* How do you get a Cowboy to stand up?

Say "Will the defendant please rise."

* Four Cowboys are traveling down the road. Who is driving?

The police officer!

* What do Cowboy fans and hemorrhoids have in common?

They're both a pain in the butt and never seem to go away completely.

* What do they call a crime circle in Dallas?

A huddle.

* Why can't Nate Newston get into a huddle on the football field?

It's a parole violation to associate with known felons.

* Why does Cowgirls want to play in Philly ever year?

They heard there is crack in the Liberty Bell !

* Who is the new Cowboy defensive coordinator?

Johhny Cochran!
* What does the operator say when a person calls 911 in Dallas?

Did you get the jersey number by any chance?


* Why did Emmitt Smith have had trouble getting into his house since the 49er game?

Someone painted an End Zone on his door mat!

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Artificial Intelligence is no protection from natural stupidity.

Why do programmers always get Christmas and Halloween mixed up?
Because DEC 25 = OCT 31

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der vertickt ja nicht der viecher, er verkauft so tolle zertifikate. guckt euch das mal an in seinen bewertunge, es ist irre, wofür leute geld ausgeben.

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Sounds like Garbage!

ich hab noc ein Schaf rumliegen, ist das jetzt wertvoll?

aua:

http://www.bullguard.com/pamelaspeak/Movieclip.aspx