Pasaules valdnieki's Journal
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| Thursday, July 24th, 2003 |
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There was a man who married a wife of whom he was very fond. But after a while the wife died. Then the man wandered away in order to find a country in which no one died. So he went from place to place, looking for a town where there were no graves. At last he came to a town in the Sudan where there were no graves. So he remained here, in the house of the sheik. The sheik made a feast for him, and first offered him a piece of a roasted leg. "Where is your father?" asked the man. "This is his leg," said the sheik, "the rest of him is up there," pointing to a shelf. Then the man learned that when anyone fell ill, he was killed and eaten, and that this was the reason there were no graves. So in the night he ran away back to his own country. |
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un taa nu Doriana III simpoziji gribot negribot ir saakushies... un nosleegsies sestdien ar pasaakumu Undiinee... vakar es neko sliktu nedomaajot nejaushi (gandriiz) uzprasiijos Praviesha (komplektaa ar diviem sunjiem), Anduka un Unintended kompaanijaa, jo vinji atradaas puskvartaala attaalumaa no manis... taa nu pastaigaajaam vakaraa pa mezhu, pabiedeejaam vieteejos, pacentaamies Andukam iestaastiit, ka vinja ir suns (neizdevaas :(), pagaajaam garaam kapiem.... Pravietis staastiija piemiiliigus spoku staastus iz dziives, Andukam nepatika tumsa mezhaa un transporta troksnis, kursh nez kaa iekljuva tanii pashaa mezhaa.... pseidorealitaates sajuuta radaas, kad izgaajaam uz shosejas, bet nu ok, paardziivojaam... pie Praviesha izdomaajaam nepalikt... vinja jaukais braaliitis atsita taadu veelmi... devaamies uz vinja otro dziivokli... kur pavadiijaam neaizmirstamus mirkljus chetrataa.... ;) secinaajums: no senteevu laiku kristaala traukiem var dzert gan teeju gan alu un tas ir tik pat ljoti patiikami, kaa veseliigi un pashveerteejumu celjoshi... ;) secinaajums #2: senteevu laiku galdiem ir tendence pa nakti appbirt ar pelniem... secinaajums #3: pieliekot 2 kaut kaadu kaukaazieshu vara darinaajuma vaazes pie ausiim, var nedzirdeet Oziju Osbornu... secinaajums #4: celties devinjos no riita ir netikai nepatiikami, bet arii frizuurai kaitiigi... secinaajums #5: trolejbusi arii meedz avareet... |
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| gribeeju tikai atgaadinaat, ka shodien uz Habibi un sestdien uz Undiini tiek aicinaati VISI Doriana priesteri... nevis tikai tie, kas parasti piedalaas shiis jaukaas "sektas" pasaakumos... | ||
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šodien tādas murgainas domas pa prātu jaucas par to, kā apsolīju Pravietim uzrakstīt odu viņa slavinājumam, jo, lai kā viņš to gribētu, viņš tomēr nav ļaunas sātaniskais izdzimums...:))) un taisnība gluži neapšaubāmi uzticamajam oficiālajam avotam, kas par Pravieti izteicās, ka viņš neesot cietsirdīgs, tikai rupjš. vienīgais, kā no ši jaukā un mīļā radījuma var atņemt segu un spilvenu, lai piecos naktī tomēr aizietu gulēt, ir ļoti mīļi smaidīt un teikt, cik viņš ir jauks...;) /beigās es tomēr sajutos kā nejaukā komandante, kas visiem lika gulēt.../ |
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