Tas nu jau ir reāls levels!

"...Pērc jebkādus 2 VELOSIPĒDUS un TREŠO (no visiem lētāko) saņem par puscenu!
Pērc 3 VELOSIPĒDUS un CETURTO (lētāko) saņem PAR BRĪVU!!..."

Citiem iesaku:
piesaku piebidroties mums uz treninem !!!! Советую присоединятся на тренировки да и есть возможность попасть в ряды футбольных фанатов !!! В Фан Клуб берем токо русских

Nu kas tas ir! I always end up as jack of all trades surrounded with idiots. It really pisses me off. Braukšu mājās lasīt grāmatu.

mood: hateful

Ieliktu iekš komūnas "rawrr", bet slinkums čakarēties pat tik daudz.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=awzyLJFh1lQ

"Ja no kartes noņemsiet miroņgalvas siluetu, tad dizains iespējams tiks apstiprināts."

Atslēdzu durvis vienas, uzspiešu pogas, atslēdzu durvis otras, novelku jaku, izņemu no somas Battery, no kabatas cigareti, izeju ārā, apsēžos uz trepēm, piededzinu cigareti, attaisu un iemalkoju zaļo un domāju: "Jā, sen neesmu uz darbu pālī atnācis. Tieši vai kauns metas."

Disabled motherfucker:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ivTKRSURsQ&feature=related

Kad besis, neko pozitīvu es nevaru uzrakstīt. Tāpēc visi noraujās.

"Vienkārši PZDC, ne bildes! Labāk nosauciet savu modes salonu nevis "Shermi" [wtf is that, btw?], bet "PZDC". Ja kāds pie jums nāks un domās, ka "PZDC" nozīmē ko labu, tad tādas bildes arī būs pelnījis. PZDC!"

"...your ****ing stupidity is life tilting. I hope you fail at school, get some fat chick knocked up and have to take a job as a telemarketer to pay for diapers and baby formula while you watch her get fatter and fatter and you get older and older until its too late to ever make anything out of your life and your biggest achievement is that you eventually become supervisor at that crappy telemarketing company, until you are eventually so old they fire you and your meager social security check and retirement plan barely cover the depressing ****ty home they stick you in that smells like cabbage and death, and you spend your final days watching reruns of Judge Judy on a 13" TV even tho you cant hear a word they are saying because you are old and deaf, and it doesnt really matter anyway because all your energy is spend on worrying if the orderly is going to beat you when you eventually **** your pants again, until finally so depressed one chirstmas night that once again no one visited you or wrote you that you lay in bed and will your old feeble body to deaths eternal grasp and the oxygen from the last breathe you take in this lifetime is used to display on the back of your eyelids the memory of you needlesy giving away a lot of money..."