Kawa czy herbata część I

dobrze, ze urodziny mam w zimie

a imieniny :> %)

WAR OF THE ROSES

It all started when a listener complained that her husband was a "Mama's Boy." We called posing as a flower service offering a free dozen roses to see if he would send them to his wife or mother. He chose his mother and an argument ensued. Since that day, hundreds of listeners have called and e-mailed asking us to test their spouse. Some want to see if he is cheating. Others want to see if he still thinks of an ex-girlfriend. For whatever reason, War Of The Roses has become one of our biggest on-air features. You can hear it every Thursday morning, or you can participate by filling out the form below.

Want to test your significant other?

Fill out this form to be a part of a future War Of The Roses...

Please remember that you can't tell your spouse about it, or it won't work!

Your Name:
Your Age:
Your E-Mail Address:
Your Home Phone #:
Your Work Phone #:
Your Spouse's Name:
Your Spouse's Age:
Your Spouse's Home Phone #:
Your Spouse's Work Phone #:
Reason for wanting us to do a 'War:

co to za hartkor pokazu meskiej g********* bielizny hrhrh
a fe


btw cześć wszystkim :)

What to say to the guy dating your daughter :

Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind will kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romance or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

Heloł Shelly

Link dla Ciebie i innych naszych anglistek hrhr : http://www.answers.com/topic/hanky-panky

Pedophilia

(...)
Tyke f***er


biedny tykooś <głaszcze>

buehehe

hyhy, no nie jestem sam na tej liscie hrhr

Playing in the mud (because there's no grass on the field yet)

Putting your snake in the grass

Making grass sandwiches

hrhr sorry Grass ...eee... znaczy się Graś hrhr

Parking the beef bus in Tuna Town hhhrr
yagh