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Reply #150 LostSoul's post
Heya 'lil botet.... Thought you got lost in paperworks....
Batu api, heh? U know what 'lil botet, time for the 'ol Seb Bach with one of my 'ol favorite....
Skid Row - Big Gun
[Bolan, Hill, Snake, Affuso]
She was a ballerina on a subway train
Stiletto heels and a candy cane
Looked like a number on a station wall
Hot on the tail of a social call
I wet my lips I thought I had it made
Like Valentino with a hand grenade
I made my move with my libido on
She circled once and then she dropped the bomb
She got the big guns
Pointed at my heart
Bang bang shooting like a firing squad
Big guns
Blew me away
And I went down in flames
I met a sidewalk preacher on a roller skate
He said he had the key to heaven's gate
I said: "I'll wait for the movie 'cause I been there before"
And learned: like is a battle and love is war
She got the big guns
Pointed at my heart
Bang bang shooting like a firing squad
Big guns
Took me by surprise
She got my lovin' reachin' for the sky
She got the big guns
Pointed at my heart
Bang bang shooting like a firing squad
Big guns
Blew me away
And I went down in flames
I'm doing time as a back seat Romeo
Play solitaire with my hands in the air
Another night and no bullets to spare
She got the big guns
Pointed at my heart
Bang bang shooting like a firing squad
Big guns
Took me by surprise
She got my lovin' reachin' for the sky
She got the big guns
Pointed at my heart
Bang bang shooting like a firing squad
Big guns
Blew me away
And I went down in flames
Big guns (Big guns)
Big guns, blew me away
And I went down in flames
Big guns, big guns
She really, really got the big guns
She shot me down in flames |
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Reply #161 Cretin.Penguin's post
hi big botet...
bang! bang! ekekeke... hey man, nice shot!  |
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ngantuk la aku..... tido jap............... |
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Worse Divorce Letter
What a story...
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Dear Luningning,
I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for
good. I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to
show for It. These last two weeks have been hell.
Mr. Lopez called to tell me that you had quit your job today and
that was the last straw. Last week, you came home and didn't even notice
that I had gotten a new hair cut, cooked your favorite meal and even wore
a brand new pair of silk boxers.
You came home and ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep
after watching all of your soaps. You don't tell me you love me anymore,
you don't want sex anymore or anything. Either you're cheating on me or
you don't love me anymore.
Whatever the case is, I'm gone.
Your EX-Husband,
Papi Willie
P.S. Don't try to find me. Your SISTER and I are moving away to
Toronto together this summer ! Have a great life!
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Dear Ex-Husband,
Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true
that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good man is
a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they
drown out your constant whining and gripping. Too bad that doesn't work.
I did notice when you got a hair cut last week, the first thing that came
to mind was ' You look just like Michael Jackson ! '
but my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say anything nice.
And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me
confused with my SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago..
I turned away from you when you had those new silk boxers on because the
price tag was still on them. I prayed that it was a coincidence that my
SISTER had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning ....
and your silk boxers were $49.99 !
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it
out, so when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for sixty-nine million
dollars, I quit my job and bought us two first class tickets to Manila ,
but when I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason I guess.
I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted.
My lawyer said with your letter that you wrote, you won't get a dime from me.
So take care.
Signed,
Rich , Freeeee & Available ,..... Luningning .
P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but MARIA , my SISTER,
was born MARIO . I hope you don't have a problem with your hemorrhoids.
She's no MARIA ..... he's MARIO !
[ Last edited by easy81 at 11-3-2008 04:23 PM ] |
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Reply #164 easy81's post
hahahahahaha...
klako2..  |
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ni lawak lama ni
kalau aku masa jadi Mod Jokes tu dah lama aku pancung nih... herk..herk
meh tidoooooooo |
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Reply #165 LostSoul's post
sebenarnye surat tu siap ade gambo si mario tu dgn telur tersepit disebalik skirt..tapi aku tak reti nak paste la.. |
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Reply #166 DewaGanaZ's post
ko bgla lawak baru pulok.... |
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Candle of Fertility
A couple desperate to have a baby went to their priest and asked him to pray for them. "Next week I am going to Rome and while I am there I will light a candle for you," he replied.
Three years later the priest returned to his parish and went to see the young couple's house and found the wife to be pregnant and busy attending to two sets of twins. The priest felt very elated and asked the girl where her husband was so that he could congratulate him.
"He has gone away for a while," came the harried reply.
"Where has he gone," asked the priest.
She replied," To Rome, to blow the damn candle out!" |
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Reply #154 LostSoul's post
ya betul..nice one.. |
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TOP TEN SIGNS YOUR AMISH TEEN IS IN TROUBLE
10. Sometimes stays in bed until after 5 am.
9. In his sock drawer, you find pictures of women without bonnets.
8. Shows up at barn raisings in full "Kiss" makeup.
7. When you criticize him, he yells, "Thou sucketh!"
6. His name is Jebediah, but he goes by "Jeb Daddy."
5. Defiantly says, "If I had a radio, I'd listen to rap."
4. You come upon his secret stash of colored socks.
3. Uses slang expression: "Talk to the hand, 'cause the beard ain't listening."
2. Was recently pulled over for "driving under the influence of cottage cheese."
1. He's wearing his big black hat backwards.
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Definition of Amish - The Amish (Amisch or Amische, pronounced /ˈɑːmɪʃ/) are an Anabaptist Christian denomination, formed in 1693 by Swiss Mennonites led by Jacob Amman. They live in the United States and Canada and are divided into several major groups. The Old Order Amish use horses for farming and transportation, dress in a traditional manner, and forbid electricity or telephones in the home. Church members do not join the military, apply for Social Security benefits, take out insurance or accept any form of financial assistance from the government. Beachy Amish and New Order Amish groups have fewer limitations; some permit cars and electricity, and members may be difficult to distinguish from the general North American population, whom they refer to as "English". |
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Reply #166 DewaGanaZ's post
ala..takperla..refresh otak ni jer.. |
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Manak oooiii... hang ni kempunan nak jadi moderator ka???? |
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Poem for Mothers on Wednesday
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my sanity to keep.
For if some peace I do not find,
I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind.
I pray I find a little quiet
Far from the daily family riot
May I lie back--not have to think
about what they're stuffing down the sink,
or who they're with, or where they're at
and what they're doing to the cat.
I pray for time all to myself
(did something just fall off a shelf?)
To cuddle in my nice, soft bed
(Oh no, another goldfish--dead!)
Some silent moments for goodness sake
(Did I just hear a window break?)
And that I need not cook or clean--
(well heck, I've got the right to dream)
Yes now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my wits about me keep,
But as I look around I know--
I must have lost them long ago! |
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