~ponedjeljak, 23.10.2006.

Therion, Grave Digger, Sabation

ou jea!
Katarina i ja idemo na koncert....

THERION, GRAVE DIGGER, SABATON
četvrtak, 01.02.2007. 20.00h
Boogaloo Club , Ulica grada Vukovara 68

ou jea... ulaznice se još ne mogu naručiti (jebote...pa to je u 2. mj!!!) :D

mislim da će biti u redu...i da ćemo uspjeti nabaviti ulaznice...

do tad... tko živ - tko mrtav :)

peace


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