ne moš virovat

dakle gledan ja san blog od pljos iliti amebe
i napisa je novi post, ne moš virovat, uglavnom opisuje kako smo ostali bez svog u zadnje vrime prirodnog staništa...
eto u pripremi je i neka oda....
a sad još jedan vic...

Sin pita tatu:
- "Tata, kako mogu prepoznati coveka ako je pijan?"
Tata kaze sinu:
- "Vidis sine ona 2-drveta, e pa pijan covek bi video 4 drveta."
Sin kaze tati:
- "Tata, tamo samo jedno drvo ima."

- 02:48 - prosvijetli me:) (3) - troši papir uzalud:) - link posta...ako te baš zanima...:)

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