The Joker

MA jok,meni bas bilo fora ovako

Zato u LR se sutkas iskljucivo ispred bine...jbt,za vreme nase svirke je neko zamalo uleteo u mene

Aha,ovaj je ima srece sto su u trecoj bar okrugli

Oho,ovo je neka novotarija

Hehehe..u trecoj su za fallen star zakucali lika za stub,ostade bez 4 zuba

Poenta je ista.... Zašto gluvonem drka levom rukom? Jer desnom uzdiše.

Dolazi dečak sa rukom iza leđa kod mame i kaže: • Mama, mama, pogodi šta imam u ruci! Mama: • Krušku? • Nije! • Jabuku? • Nije! • Pa kaži mi, ne znam? • Paralizu!!!

Hohoho,ovaj tako rula ^^ Glasajte na 041777999 da vratite Zeku, Elmira i Zoricu (kaže Toše da ga mnogo nerviraju)...

Smatram da mi tvoj rastibudjilizovani krastavcic ne moze objasniti kako se napusta prizemlje u plamenu,a kamoli tratuljonski Izvinjavam se na ovom oftopiku.

Sinergy-Number of the Beast

Covece copave tastature,gledaj sta pises!!!!

Sa prdeza na bljuvu...oh goody... Secam se kad smo otrovani sedeli u parkicu dva drugara i ja,i ortak krene da povraca ko lasica,i ceo paraddajz(doduse omanji) mu ispadne iz ustiju....I dok sablaznjeno gledamo u njega,ne shvatajuci kako je on to progutao,on zabrinuto konstatuje-Kad sam ja jeo paradajz?

http://ie.youtube.com/watch?v=miBIEIehxDE&NR=1 E,ovo je Spiderman...

Sve zavisi,ako je neka starija masina marke Gorenje,ova izava i ne stoji

Potpisujem gornju izjavu.Ako mi se muzika svidja,slusacu je i silno mi piste jaja sta ce ko da kaze....

Konverzacija sa gospodinom tesanovicem je ocito zanimljiva rabota,posto on,kako mi se cini,slabo i cuje sagovornika Zasto je uopste bitno na kom jeziku peva bend?!Ako mi se pripeva na svahiliju,ko ce da mi zabrani?Ah da,ostali clanovi benda Ali,u principu,sto uopste i obracate toliku paznju na krajnje nebitan detalj?

Taman posla,da ti krademo ljubavnika. http://ie.youtube.com/watch?v=yq8mmoKJySg Nije zgoreg podsetiti se ovog uzasa... Edit-O KOSMOSE!!!ZASTO!!!!! http://ie.youtube.com/watch?v=7kK0j_oVVpY&...feature=related

Molim te nemoj mi reci da je prince....

FOGGY DEW As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tatoo But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew 'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves or the shore of the Great North Sea Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you, For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew. SPANCIL HILL Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by My mind been bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will Til next I came to anchor at the cross in Spancil Hill It been on the twenty-third of June the day before the fair When Irelands sons and daughters and friends assembled there The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty to fulfill At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill Delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene. Where in me early boyhood where often I had been. I thought I heard a murmur. I think I hear it still. It's the little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill. To amuse a passing fancy, I laid down on the ground. And all my school companions, they shortly gathered round. When we were home returning, we danced with bright good will To Martin Monahan's music, at the cross at Spancil Hill. I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning grey But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still Ah, he used to make me britches when I lived at Spancil Hill I paid a flying visit to my first and only love She's as white as any lily, gentle as a dove And she threw her arms around me, saying Johnny I love you still Ah, she's now a farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill I dreamt I knelt and kissed her as in the days of yore Ah, Johnny you're only joking as many the time before Then the cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill LONG LIVE IRELAND!

Nek ti Mita objasni

Kao i ti sa ovom stupidnom izjavom Smatram da si najtr00 ako pevas na tratuljonskom.

Wii ima da bude kantastrofa,kao i cuveni,notorni powerglove

Bravissimo,Pescani,svaka ti je zlatna... ja mislim da je ipak moj najblam kad sam se spetlj'o u najavi pesme u nedelju... Koji sam ja tenkre...

O tome ti pricam,samo nek oni pevaju na srpskom,sve dok ne dodje do Glory Nasim Rogovima U Krvi

koji si ti car,Mito