john

@ZLI: Intre timp m-am lasat de fumat, iar Covroaşele nu mai Misros nicicum.

Mi-am luat si eu Covroaşe dar la ale mele Misrosul a iesit singur in cateva zile. Zilele alea am fumat cateva pachete pe tigari (cam un pachet pe zi, daca ar fi sa simplific). Bafta !

Timbre probabil ca vand si unii mai colorati pe acolo...eventual iti zice chiar de la ghiseu unde ii gasesti.

Super!

Eu ajung sambata in Bucuresti (Radacini Giurgiului). E cineva din zona cu care ma pot intalni sa ii dau banii pt avans?

Writing exercise An English Professor assigned his students to a joint writing exercise that quickly degraded - check it out below... Teacher: "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back also sending another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on, back and forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached." The following was actually turned in by two of the English students: Rebecca (last name deleted), and Gary (last name deleted). THE STORY: (First paragraph by Rebecca) At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile ! was out of the question. (Second paragraph by Gary) Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17", he said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit. (Rebecca) He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the only woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully. (Gary) Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mother ship launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dimwitted wimpy peaceniks that pushed the unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!" (Rebecca) This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semiliterate adolescent. (Gary) Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F***ING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an air headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels." (Rebecca) Asshole. (Gary) Bitch. (Rebecca) Get screwed. (Gary) Eat shit. (Rebecca) SCREW YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!! (Gary) GO DRINK SOME TEA BITCH.

Probabil aceasta: http://www.computest.ro/laborator_testare_auto_contact.html

@marr: eu in locul tau as fi vazut rosu in fata ochilor

goooooooooooooooooooogle pentru poze

Din pacate a specificat deja ca il intereseaza doar astea

really?

Nu e alba

Ambasadorul irakian la Naţiunile Unite tocmai a terminat un discurs şi iese pe hol, unde se întîlneşte cu preşedintele Bush. Îşi strîng mîinile şi irakianul zice: - Ştiţi, am şi eu o întrebare apropo de cultura Americii. - Excelenţă, dacă pot să vă ajut o să o fac cu mare plăcere, răspunde Bush. - Fiul meu se uită la filmul ăsta, Star Trek, şi acolo sînt şi rusi, şi negri, şi asiatici, dar niciodată arabi. La care preşedintele Bush rîde, se apleacă la urechea irakianului şi-i şopteşte: - Păi asta e din cauză că acţiunea se petrece în viitor... La incorporare: - Cei căsătoriţi - în dreapta, cei necăsătoriţi - în stînga! strigă sergentul. - Şi homosexualii? întreabă unul. - Încolonaţi, în spatele meu...

Incearca si aici (ultimul post, chiar de astazi) : http://www.daewooclub.ro/forum/index.php?s...ndpost&p=140685

Deci trebuie sa fie ambele masini din acelasi an

Sa nu uitam totusi de 0 (zero) tv

E falsh! Dar fetelor sa nu le zici!

Daca trebuie sa dai RCA-ul ii dai copie (si probabil dai si permisul in original la Politie )

Felicitari, si nu uita sa iti actualizezi profilul.

Nu neaparat, poate vrea sa le foloseasca fara sa sprinda pozitiile

I am not (din a doua incercare )

Marfa, prea il facusera SF. Asta parca e mai retro, mai ales in spate P.S. Si imi place si numele, pacat ca nu l-au rezervat cei de la Reno pentru Dacia..

aici gasesti informatii despre astuparea gaurilor din spoiler, asa cum a zis si VAXXI. Eu am pus mastile alea si se prind direct acolo in niste gauri (mastile au un fel de carlige mici pe margine). Sau mastile au gauri si sunt carligele alea mici in spatele spoilerului. La autodaewoo.ro gasesti proiectoare compatibile cu spoilerul de Matiz, se monteaza in cateva minute, kitul parca e complet (contine si cabluri, releu, buton pt bord)

Niste pisici..dragute: http://www.fundumper.com/weird/sphynx-worlds-ugliest-cat.htm si ceva sport extrem: http://www.fundumper.com/weird/strangebait.htm

Detalii: http://www.daewooclub.ro/forum/index.php?s...ndpost&p=138434