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  On 3. 1. 2015. at 20:19, Ignjatije рече

Морам да предложим овим капиталистима што производе парфеме да за наше тржиште направе нови "kitchen perfume- for Orthodox women"

 

То већ постоји. Зове се бели лукац.

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  On 3. 1. 2015. at 20:43, Juan рече

То већ постоји. Зове се бели лукац.

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Путници, нема пута, путеви се стварају ходањем!

А.М.

 

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  On 3. 1. 2015. at 20:47, Grizzly Adams рече

Ови Руси миришу на вотку...

 

А на шта ви Американци миришете? На виски и хамбургере?

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  On 3. 1. 2015. at 21:00, Grizzly Adams рече

На паре... :)

White man came across the sea,

He brought us pain and misery.

He killed our tribes, he killed our creed,

He took our game for his own need.

We fought him hard, we fought him well,

Out on the plains we gave him hell.

But many came, too much for Cree,

Oh will we ever be set free?

Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes,

Galloping hard on the plains.

Chasing the redskins back to their holes,

Fighting them at their own game.

Murder for freedom, a stab in the back.

Women and children and cowards attack.

Run to the hills, run for your lives.

Run to the hills, run for your lives.

Soldier blue in the barren wastes,

Hunting and killing for game.

Raping the women and wasting the men,

The only good Indians are tame.

Selling them whisky and taking their gold,

Enslaving the young and destroying the old.

Run to the hills, run for your lives.

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  On 3. 1. 2015. at 12:00, Juan рече
Зашто је добро да муж мирише на ветар
Vetar zaleprša svaku suknju?
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  On 3. 1. 2015. at 21:19, horatio рече

White man came across the sea,

He brought us pain and misery.

He killed our tribes, he killed our creed,

He took our game for his own need.

We fought him hard, we fought him well,

Out on the plains we gave him hell.

But many came, too much for Cree,

Oh will we ever be set free?

Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes,

Galloping hard on the plains.

Chasing the redskins back to their holes,

Fighting them at their own game.

Murder for freedom, a stab in the back.

Women and children and cowards attack.

Run to the hills, run for your lives.

Run to the hills, run for your lives.

Soldier blue in the barren wastes,

Hunting and killing for game.

Raping the women and wasting the men,

The only good Indians are tame.

Selling them whisky and taking their gold,

Enslaving the young and destroying the old.

Run to the hills, run for your lives.

 

Ahaaaaaa

 

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Не знам какве везе то има са чињеницом да из тог дела православног света редовно стижу екстремни ставови и идеје... Ово се односи на хришћанство, а не на политику. На један добар текст дође десет промашаја. Или нам већином такве преносе, немам појма.

ΜΟΛΩΝ ΛΑΒΕ

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Е Гризли,стварно си "the number of the beast",који ти је, да и на овој теми споменеш Русе, и сад опет по старом препуцавање... joooj

"Све оно што ми можемо да одлучимо јесте шта да урадимо са временом које нам је дато"

Гандалф

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