Z kterého filmu je hláška?
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od Zelik 11. 1. 2007 19:48
Musíme si najít Šmoulinku.
Šmoulinku?
Žádnou netykavku z Middlesexu.
Ale hezkou malou bloncku,co to bude dělat se všema. Jako
Šmoulinka.
Šmoulinka nešuká.
Kecy.Šmoulinka píchá se všema.
Proč myslíš, že ji Taťka Šmoula stvořil?
Protože ostatní Šmoulovébyli moc nadržený.
Kromě Hezouna.Ten prý je homosexuál.
No dobře, tak ona s nima šuká a Hezoun se kouká.
A co Taťka Šmoula?Taky by si měl vrznout.
On ten grupáč natáčí...a pak si honí u videa.
Za prvý:
Šmoulinku nestvořil Taťka Šmoula,ale Gargamel.
Vyslal ji jako zlýho agenta,aby rozvrátila Šmoulí vesnici.
Ale nepřemožitelný dobro šmoulího způsobu života...
ji proměnilo.
A co se týče toho grupáče...To je prostě nesmysl.
Šmoulové jsou bezpohlavní.Ani nemají rozmnožovací orgány,pod těma bílejma kraťáskama.
Proto je to strašně nelogickýbejt Šmoula.
Jakej má život smysl když nemáš *****?
Šmoulinku?
Žádnou netykavku z Middlesexu.
Ale hezkou malou bloncku,co to bude dělat se všema. Jako
Šmoulinka.
Šmoulinka nešuká.
Kecy.Šmoulinka píchá se všema.
Proč myslíš, že ji Taťka Šmoula stvořil?
Protože ostatní Šmoulovébyli moc nadržený.
Kromě Hezouna.Ten prý je homosexuál.
No dobře, tak ona s nima šuká a Hezoun se kouká.
A co Taťka Šmoula?Taky by si měl vrznout.
On ten grupáč natáčí...a pak si honí u videa.
Za prvý:
Šmoulinku nestvořil Taťka Šmoula,ale Gargamel.
Vyslal ji jako zlýho agenta,aby rozvrátila Šmoulí vesnici.
Ale nepřemožitelný dobro šmoulího způsobu života...
ji proměnilo.
A co se týče toho grupáče...To je prostě nesmysl.
Šmoulové jsou bezpohlavní.Ani nemají rozmnožovací orgány,pod těma bílejma kraťáskama.
Proto je to strašně nelogickýbejt Šmoula.
Jakej má život smysl když nemáš *****?
- Zelik
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od hotspot 11. 1. 2007 20:00
Tak tady je dalsi, nadavky mi piste na ICQ nebo SZ 
Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that *****? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.
[pauza]
No. No, fuck you, ***. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!
Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that *****? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.
[pauza]
No. No, fuck you, ***. You had it all, and you threw it away, you dumb fuck!
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od MarkFX 11. 1. 2007 20:21
jediný mě napadá Big Lebovski, ale to asi nebude...
Kolo je poslední vynález stvořený člověku pro radost
Majkl vP. > I kdyby všichni byli úplně ticho, tak Mark přijde a něco řekne. On něco řekne, Já chci něco říct, ale on něco řekne.. chci zas něco říct, ale on zase něco řekne
Mondeo 2.5 V6 > S-Max
Majkl vP. > I kdyby všichni byli úplně ticho, tak Mark přijde a něco řekne. On něco řekne, Já chci něco říct, ale on něco řekne.. chci zas něco říct, ale on zase něco řekne
Mondeo 2.5 V6 > S-Max
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