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nedjelja, 02.09.2007.

Glupi wicewi 1.dio


1.Krece se slon u tunelu 100 km/h, u suprotnom smjeru puse vjetar 200km/h.Pri toj brzini koliko palacinki moze stati slonu u uho ako su zvakace 1 euro?
Nula jer jogurt nema kicmu
2.Sjedi krava na drvetu hekla bojler i prode konj leti ,okrenu se i rece...svasta ces vidjeti.
3.Dosao covjek u prodavnicu i trazi od prodavaca upaljac....kaze prodavac nemam nedjeljom ne radim...kad ce kupac nema veze ionako nisam neki plivac.
4.Pricaju 2 glupana...kaze jedan drugom ,koliko je 4+4...kaze drugi 6...kad upada prvi NOS TI POSRAN.
5.Dosao konj u pekaru i trazio od prodavacice kruh...pitala ga ona hoces crni ili bijeli,kaze on nema veze ionako sam biciklom.



sjede 2 snite kruha na suncu i drobe. Haah

sta je to malo, zeleno i leti zrakom?

SUPER KRASTAVAC!

Ušla krava u apoteku i kaže apotekaruši, dajte mi kilo kruha.
Apotekaruša kaže: žao mi je ali mi ne prodajemo kruh.
KravaKaže. ha ha ha ha je sam vas zeznila, vani me ćeka bicikl.

Šta je to malo, plavo i fućka na drvetu...

TALENTIRANA ŠLJIVA

Kak je najlakše ulovit zeca?

Sjedneš u grm i fućkaš ko mrkva...

-dino rađa, a toni kukoč
---idu dva crnca ulicom, jedan repa, drugi mrkva
---jedan brod potone, drugi pokile
---idu dva čovjeka ulicom, jedan se zove mate,a drugom padne cigla na glavu

Meni najdrazi glupi: Sta kaze John Wayne kada vidi krdo bizona?
Gle, krdo bizona!


1. Ide šerif pustinjom, nađe pušku i dobro mu dođe...

2. Razgovaraju dva konja i hvale se svojim sportskim podvizima i pljuju po đokejima... u tom trenutku uletava pas i kaže: BOK DEČKI, KAK STE?

Konji se u nedoumici pogledaju i kažu: NEVJEROVATNO, PAS KOJI GOVORI...

- 16:55 - Komentari (3) - Isprintaj - #

always outnumberd, never outgoing...

odsada samo objavljujem riječi pjesama. Neda mi se baš pisat.

Bob Dylan - Like a rolling stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jlers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

The Doors - Touch me

Yeah!, come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, baby
Cant you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why wont you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?
Now, Im gonna love you, till the heavens stop the rain
Im gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and i
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Now touch me, baby
Cant you see that I am not afraid?
What was that promise that you made?
Why wont you tell me what she said?
What was that promise that you made?
Im gonna love you, till the heavens stop the rain
Im gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and i
Im gonna love you, till the heavens stop the rain
Im gonna love you
Till the stars fall from the sky for you and i

The White Stripes - My Doorbell

'm thinkin' about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
yeah, I been thinkin' about my doorbell

Oh, well

Well with me and chipin' me and kisses?
Not the man in my life I know
And I been going to mystery misses
I respect the art of the show
Take back whan you said little girl
And while you're at it take yourself back too
Woman whatcha gonna do now, whatcha gonna do about it

I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it oh
I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
Yeah, I been thinkin' about my doorbell

Oh, yeah

You don't seem to come around
Point your finger and make a sound
You don't seem to come around
Not since I said you knocked it down?

Oh, well

Make a sound and I'll make you feel right
Right at home, yeah
Yeah, right at home, yeah

Nobody got ......?
But how come it's so easy to you
You know it's like me at times I can be careless
But your words seem so obtuse
But then again I know you feel guilty
And you tell me you want me again
But I don't need any of your pity
I got plenty of my own friends
They're all above me

And I've been thinkin' about my doorbell
When they gonna ring it, when they gonna ring it
Yeah, I've been thinkin' about the doorbell
When they gonna ring it, when they gonna ring it oh
I've been thinkin' about the doorbell
When they gonna ring it, when they gonna ring it
Yeah, I been thinkin' about the doorbell

Oh, well

They don't seem to come around
Push the finger and make a sound
They don't seem to come around
Maybe they they'll knock 'em down

Oh, well

Make a sound and I'll make you feel right
Right at home
Right at home

I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
Yeah, I been thinkin' about my doorbell
And when you're gonna ring it, when you're gonna ring it

I'm thinkin' about my doorbell
When ya gonna ring it, when ya gonna ring it
Yeah, I'm thinkin' about my doorbell

Oh, oh well

- 13:49 - Komentari (0) - Isprintaj - #

četvrtak, 30.08.2007.

in the middle of the week...

prošla subota: 19h do poloja i nazad
ponedjeljak: 8h do poloja i nazad, 19h do poloja i nazad
malo odbojke na pijesku.... na gradskom
utorak: isto ko ponedjeljak samo bez odbojke
srijeda: ja uzeo pauzu
četvrtak: jutros nije bilo iako sam došo headbangheadbang

Komp mi stiže u utorak.

U-2 - Vertigo

Uno, dos, tres, catorce
(Turn it up loud, captain)

Lights go down
It's dark, the jungle is
Your head can't rule your heart
I'm feeling so much stron-ger
Than I thought
Your eyes are wide
And though your soul
It can't be bought
Your mind can wander

Hello, hello (ˇHola!)
I'm at a place called Vertigo (żDónde está?)
It's everything I wish I didn't know
Except you give me something
I can feel, feel

The night is full of holes
As bullets rip the sky
Of ink with gold
They twinkle as the boys
Play rock and roll
They know that they can't dance
At least they know

I can sell the beats
I'm asking for the check
The girl with crimson nails
Has Jesus around her neck
Swinging to the music
Swinging to the music

Hello, hello (ˇHola!)
I'm at a place called Vertigo (żDónde está?)
It's everything I wish I didn't know
But you give me something
I can feel, feel

(Check it)
(Shots fall)
(She'll make it)

All this, all of this can be yours
All of this, all of this can be yours
All this, all of this can be yours
Just give me what I want
And no one gets hurt

Hello, hello (ˇHola!)
We're at a place called Vertigo (żDónde está?)
Lights go down, and all I know
Is that you give me something
I can feel your love teaching me how
Your love is teaching me how
How to kneel, kneel

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

mah

- 18:03 - Komentari (2) - Isprintaj - #

nedjelja, 26.08.2007.

kad je čoeku dosadno....

i ukoči mu se vrat nema pametnijeg posla nego pisat blog. mouthwash
Kupujem novi komp.... uskoro dolazi....
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1x Andol 100mg
1x Analgin ili Voltarenpuknucu

4.11.2007. Split : Koncert DEEP PURPLE ulaznica 150-190kn

Jel ko zna kad su upisi? ili ima popis knjiga? neda mi se ić do škole.

I za kraj pjesmica:

Frank Zappa - Dancing Fool

Dont know much about dancin
Thats why I got this song
One of my legs is shorter than the other
n both my feets too long
course now right along with em
I got no natural rhythm
But I go dancin every night
Hopin one day I might get it right
Im a dancin fool, Im a
Dancin fool
I hear that beat; I jump outa my seat,
But I cant compete, cause Im a
Dancin fool, Im a
Dancin fool

The disco folks all dressed up
Like theys fit to kill
I walk on in n see em there
Gonna give them all a thrill
When they see me comin
They all steps aside
They has a fit while I commit
My social suicide, Im a
Dancin fool, Im a
Dancin fool
The beat goes on
And Im so wrong
The beat goes on
And Im so wrong
The beat goes on n Im so wrong
The beat goes on n Im so wrong
The beat goes on n Im so wrong
I may be totally wrong, but Im a
Dancin fool, Im a
Dancin fool
Youwsa, youwsa, youwsa
I got it all together now
With my very own disco clothes, hey!
My shirts half open, tshow you my chains
n the spoon for up my nose
I am really somethin
Thats what youd probly say
So smoke your little smoke
Drink your little drink
While I dance the night away, Im a
Dancin fool, Im a
Dancin fool, (etc., etc.)

I may be totally wrong, but Im a
I may be totally wrong, but Im a
I may be totally wrong, but Im a
Fool-uh!

Hey darlin...can I buy ya a drink?
Lookin for mister goodbar? here he is...
Wait a minute...Ive got it...youre an italian!
Hah?
Yer jewish?
Love your nails...you must be a libra...
Your place or mine?

- 17:57 - Komentari (5) - Isprintaj - #

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