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Păcală
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Un negustor, umblând prin mai multe sate şi oraşe, ca să cumpere grâu, păpuşoi şi altele, într-o zi ajunse la un pod şi când era să treacă văzu un om care se odihnea acolo: acesta era Pâcală. Negustorul, voind să afle ceva de la el, ca orice negustor, se apropie de dânsul şi-l întrebă:
— De unde eşti, măi creştine?
— Ia din sat de la noi, răspunse Pâcală.
— Din care sat de la voi?
— Iaca de acolo, tocmai de sub acel mal, arătând negustorului cu mâna spre un deal.
— Bine, dar ce sat e acela? Eu nu-l ştiu.
— Ei! cum să nu-l ştii; e satul nostru, şi eu de acolo vin.
— Nu aşa, măi prostule. Eu te-ntreb: acel sat pe a cui moşie este şi cum îi botezat?
— Doamne! da' nu ştii că moşiile sunt boiereşti şi asta-i a cuconului nostru, ce şede la Bucureşti? Iar satu-l botează popa într-o căldăruşă cu apă, cum îi scrie lui în cărţi.
Negustorul, privindu-l lung, zise în sine: Mă!... aista-i chiar Pâcală.
— Dar cum te cheamă pe tine?
— Iaca!... ce mă întreabă. Mă cheamă ca pe oricare: vină-ncoace, ori vin-aici!
Negustorul începu a-şi face cruce ca de naiba şi iar îl întrebă:
— Dar cu chemarea împreună cum te mai strigă?
— Iaca aşa: vino! u! mă! răspunse Pâcală.
Negustorul începu atunci a râde şi zise: ce prost! Apoi îl mai întrebă:
— Dar ce bucate se fac acolo la voi?
— Mai mult terciu cu mămăligă mâncăm, zise Pâcală.
— Înţelege-mă, prostule! Nu te întreb de bucate ferte.
— D-apoi de care bucate mă-ntrebi?
— Te-ntreb dacă s-au făcut la voi grâu, orz şi altele.
— Da, s-au făcut până la brâu, răspunse Pâcală.
— Nu te-ntreb de înălţime, că doar n-am nevoie de paie pentru boi, ci aş voi să ştiu ce feliu este la voi grăuntele orzului.
— Să-ţi spun, dacă nu ştii, zise Pâcală. Grăuntele orzului este lungăreţ, îmbrăcat c-o coajă cam gălbie şi c-o ţapă în vârf.
— Bine, ştiu de astea; dar spune-mi ce fel se vinde, că aş voi să cumpăr şi eu.
— De! nu ştii dumnia-ta ce fel? Unul dă grâul ori orzul, şi altul îi dă bani: galbeni, napoleoni ori altăceva.
— Nu mă-nţeleseşi nici asta; eu te-ntreb: cum se dă?
— Bre!... Nici asta n-o ştii. Să-ţi spun eu: iei baniţa ori dimerlia şi pui în ea pân-o umpli cu vârf, apoi cu coada lopeţii o razi ş-o torni în sac, pe urmă iarăşi o umpli şi tot asemine faci.
— Eu nu te-ntreb asta, om fără cap ce eşti!
— Dar ce fel mă-ntrebi? zise Pâcală.
— Cu ce preţ se vinde chila ori baniţa; câţi lei?
— Aşa cum te-nvoieşti; şi câţi lei dai atâta iei.
Negustorul, supărat, îl mai întrebă:
— Neghiobi ca tine mai sunt acolo-n sat?
— U! hu!... este badea Muşat, badea Stan, Neagu, Voicu, Florea, Soare, badea Bran, Coman şi alţii.
— Ho! mă, destul! Dar cine este mai mare decât toţi la voi în sat?
— Cine-i mai mare? Badea Chiţu; el este mai nalt decât toţi; e atât de lung, încât mai n-ajungi cu mâna la umărul său.
— Bre!... proastă lighioaie mai eşti! Nu te-ntreb aşa.
— Dar cum? zise Pâcală.
— Eu îţi zic: pe cine ascultaţi voi aici în sat?
— I! ha! auzi vorbă! Ascultăm pe lăutarul moş Bran; când începe să cânte, tot satul stă cu ochii şi urechile ţintă la el.
— Nu zic aşa, măi nătărăule! Răspunde-mi odată cum te-ntreb.
— Ei, cum?
— Eu te-ntreb de cine aveţi frică aici în sat mai mult.
— Văleu, maică! Ia, de buhaiul lui moş popa, mare frică mai avem, mămulică. Când vine sara de la păscut, fugim de el care încotro apucăm; că atât e de înfricoşat, de gândeşti că e turbat; când începe să mugească, sparie chiar şi copiii din sat.
— Mă!... da'! ce namilă de om eşti tu? Nu cumva eşti vrun duh rău, frate cu Mează-noapte sau cu Spaima-pădurei?
— Ei, Doamne! De ce mă-ntrebi, când mă priveşti? Ce? Nu mă vezi că-s om ca şi dumniata: cu cap, cu ochi, gură, nas, mâni şi cu picioare, mă mişc şi mă uit ca toţi.
— Aşa te văd şi eu, dar ai minte şi simţire abia ca un dobitoc. Ia spune-mi, zău: aveţi butnari sau dogari în sat la voi?
— Avem.
— Na cinci bani, şi du-te să-ţi puie doagele ce-ţi lipsesc.
Prostia din născare, leac în lume nu mai are; ea este o uricioasă boală, ce nu se vindecă în şcoale, ba nici în spitale.
Anecdotă tipărită prima oară în Albumul macedo-român, Bucureşti, 1880; retipărită în Convorbiri literare, 1885, nr. 11, 1 febr. Textul de faţă a fost reprodus după volumul Ion Creangă, Poveşti şi povestiri, Editura "Minerva", Bucureşti, 1987.
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Un negustor, umblând prin mai multe sate şi oraşe, ca să cumpere grâu, păpuşoi şi altele, într-o zi ajunse la un pod şi când era să treacă văzu un om care se odihnea acolo: acesta era Pâcală. Negustorul, voind să afle ceva de la el, ca orice negustor, se apropie de dânsul şi-l întrebă:
— De unde eşti, măi creştine?
— Ia din sat de la noi, răspunse Pâcală.
— Din care sat de la voi?
— Iaca de acolo, tocmai de sub acel mal, arătând negustorului cu mâna spre un deal.
— Bine, dar ce sat e acela? Eu nu-l ştiu.
— Ei! cum să nu-l ştii; e satul nostru, şi eu de acolo vin.
— Nu aşa, măi prostule. Eu te-ntreb: acel sat pe a cui moşie este şi cum îi botezat?
— Doamne! da' nu ştii că moşiile sunt boiereşti şi asta-i a cuconului nostru, ce şede la Bucureşti? Iar satu-l botează popa într-o căldăruşă cu apă, cum îi scrie lui în cărţi.
Negustorul, privindu-l lung, zise în sine: Mă!... aista-i chiar Pâcală.
— Dar cum te cheamă pe tine?
— Iaca!... ce mă întreabă. Mă cheamă ca pe oricare: vină-ncoace, ori vin-aici!
Negustorul începu a-şi face cruce ca de naiba şi iar îl întrebă:
— Dar cu chemarea împreună cum te mai strigă?
— Iaca aşa: vino! u! mă! răspunse Pâcală.
Negustorul începu atunci a râde şi zise: ce prost! Apoi îl mai întrebă:
— Dar ce bucate se fac acolo la voi?
— Mai mult terciu cu mămăligă mâncăm, zise Pâcală.
— Înţelege-mă, prostule! Nu te întreb de bucate ferte.
— D-apoi de care bucate mă-ntrebi?
— Te-ntreb dacă s-au făcut la voi grâu, orz şi altele.
— Da, s-au făcut până la brâu, răspunse Pâcală.
— Nu te-ntreb de înălţime, că doar n-am nevoie de paie pentru boi, ci aş voi să ştiu ce feliu este la voi grăuntele orzului.
— Să-ţi spun, dacă nu ştii, zise Pâcală. Grăuntele orzului este lungăreţ, îmbrăcat c-o coajă cam gălbie şi c-o ţapă în vârf.
— Bine, ştiu de astea; dar spune-mi ce fel se vinde, că aş voi să cumpăr şi eu.
— De! nu ştii dumnia-ta ce fel? Unul dă grâul ori orzul, şi altul îi dă bani: galbeni, napoleoni ori altăceva.
— Nu mă-nţeleseşi nici asta; eu te-ntreb: cum se dă?
— Bre!... Nici asta n-o ştii. Să-ţi spun eu: iei baniţa ori dimerlia şi pui în ea pân-o umpli cu vârf, apoi cu coada lopeţii o razi ş-o torni în sac, pe urmă iarăşi o umpli şi tot asemine faci.
— Eu nu te-ntreb asta, om fără cap ce eşti!
— Dar ce fel mă-ntrebi? zise Pâcală.
— Cu ce preţ se vinde chila ori baniţa; câţi lei?
— Aşa cum te-nvoieşti; şi câţi lei dai atâta iei.
Negustorul, supărat, îl mai întrebă:
— Neghiobi ca tine mai sunt acolo-n sat?
— U! hu!... este badea Muşat, badea Stan, Neagu, Voicu, Florea, Soare, badea Bran, Coman şi alţii.
— Ho! mă, destul! Dar cine este mai mare decât toţi la voi în sat?
— Cine-i mai mare? Badea Chiţu; el este mai nalt decât toţi; e atât de lung, încât mai n-ajungi cu mâna la umărul său.
— Bre!... proastă lighioaie mai eşti! Nu te-ntreb aşa.
— Dar cum? zise Pâcală.
— Eu îţi zic: pe cine ascultaţi voi aici în sat?
— I! ha! auzi vorbă! Ascultăm pe lăutarul moş Bran; când începe să cânte, tot satul stă cu ochii şi urechile ţintă la el.
— Nu zic aşa, măi nătărăule! Răspunde-mi odată cum te-ntreb.
— Ei, cum?
— Eu te-ntreb de cine aveţi frică aici în sat mai mult.
— Văleu, maică! Ia, de buhaiul lui moş popa, mare frică mai avem, mămulică. Când vine sara de la păscut, fugim de el care încotro apucăm; că atât e de înfricoşat, de gândeşti că e turbat; când începe să mugească, sparie chiar şi copiii din sat.
— Mă!... da'! ce namilă de om eşti tu? Nu cumva eşti vrun duh rău, frate cu Mează-noapte sau cu Spaima-pădurei?
— Ei, Doamne! De ce mă-ntrebi, când mă priveşti? Ce? Nu mă vezi că-s om ca şi dumniata: cu cap, cu ochi, gură, nas, mâni şi cu picioare, mă mişc şi mă uit ca toţi.
— Aşa te văd şi eu, dar ai minte şi simţire abia ca un dobitoc. Ia spune-mi, zău: aveţi butnari sau dogari în sat la voi?
— Avem.
— Na cinci bani, şi du-te să-ţi puie doagele ce-ţi lipsesc.
Prostia din născare, leac în lume nu mai are; ea este o uricioasă boală, ce nu se vindecă în şcoale, ba nici în spitale.
Anecdotă tipărită prima oară în Albumul macedo-român, Bucureşti, 1880; retipărită în Convorbiri literare, 1885, nr. 11, 1 febr. Textul de faţă a fost reprodus după volumul Ion Creangă, Poveşti şi povestiri, Editura "Minerva", Bucureşti, 1987.
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N`aix - The Lifestealer
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Pudge - The Butcher
He's back, and he's as ugly and fat as ever.
Barathrum - The Spiritbreaker
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Mogul Khan - The Axe
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Strygwyr - The Bloodseeker
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Slardar - The Slithereen Guard
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Meepo - Geomancer
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Zeus - Lord of Olympia
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Slithice - The Naga Siren
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Rikimaru - The Stealth Assassin
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Rooftrellen - The Treant Protector
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Ulfsaar - The Ursa Warrior(Fuzzy Uzzy)
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Boush - The Tinker
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Squee and Spleen - The Goblin Techies
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Kardel Sharpeye - The Dwarven Sniper
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Rhasta - The Shadow Shaman
Once a gifted troll witch doctor, young Rhasta was well versed with the secrets of voodoo magic. When the war between the Sentinels and the Scourge began, Rhasta, then a Shadow Hunter, offered his allegiance to the Sentinels to vanquish the Scourge once and for all. While he was a gifted as a witch doctor, Rhasta is a genius as a Shadow Hunter, exceeding his master by mastering the art of summoning multiple serpent wards, binding enemies for a short time and casting elemental lightning to several units.
Bradwarden - The Centaur Warchief
A behemoth even by centaur standards, Bradwarden was the warchief of a centaur tribe. Most of his people were subverted by the Scourge, but Bradwarden was too honourable to fall under their influence. He had to fight his way through his own kin to escape and now, angry and relentless, he seeks vengeance against the Scourge. Smiting enemies with his axe, he is strong as a mountain, and equally hard to bring down.
Traxex - The Drow Ranger
Traxex was a skilled archer in her oppressive underground homeland, the Underdark, until she grew sick of her kin's evil ways and fled to the surface world. She joined the Sentinel for greater good, and though still somewhat distrusted for her origins, she has proven herself time after time. She is an excellent huntress, debilitating her foes with her arrows and disabling spellcasters.
Once a noble knight protecting his kingdom, the man was thrown into Hell, where he was ripped apart over and over for centuries. Now, Lucifer has thrown him back onto the soil, corrupted and mindless, as King Leoric, the Skeleton King. He marches on, leading his minions with an unfaltering gaze, knowing only one thing: the orders given to him by the dark lord himself. Able to cripple his opponents with a powerful magical hammer, King Leoric is a major threat on the battlefield. His mighty blade allows him and others in his presence to drain the blood of their enemies. It is said that he is unkillable, and those who are struck down by his hammer don`t wake up again
Terrorblade - The Soul Keeper
Terrorblade is the twin brother of the Anti-Mage. Both of Night Elf descent, Terrorblade was drawn in by the powers of the Undead, plunging deeper into the abyss of no return, growing large, gargoyle-like wings to symbolise his breaking from the Night Elf world. Having mastered the art of image-creation and soul manipulation, he has the ability to transform into a fearsome and terrifying demonic form, obtaining the powers to hurl energy at his opponents. Large moonblades slashing, he is one to fear on the battlefield.
Mortred - The Phantom Assassin
Born into the reclusive Night Elf group called the Wardens and shunned by the mainstream Night Elf society, Mortred pledged allegiance to the Scourge to take revenge. A perfect blend of strength and speed, the years spent alone in the forests of Ashenvale allowed her to blend into the terrain, appearing phantomlike at times and striking when you least expect it. The deadly precision in which she carries out her attacks have made her a valuable member of the Scourge, and it is clear why she is known as the Phantom Assassin.
Balanar - The Night Stalker
Balanar was one of the elite Dreadlords before the Burning Legion fell. Now with the Burning Legion gone, he lives his life attacking villages and ambushing his most hated enemy - the Night Elves. He draws upon his power from the moon, thus he is much stronger at night. Balanar can also use his control over time to change the time to night that further strengthens his power. His presence inspires fear into the heart of many.
Anub`arak - The Nerubian Assassin
Anubarak was once the greatest champions of the Nerubians, but fell in the Second War of the Spider. He was resurrected by the Lich King NerZhul, who promised him eternal undeath in exchange for his unswerving loyalty. His layers of spiked armor are nearly impregnable, causing severe damage to attackers. When threatened, he shoots this spikes through enemies, maiming and disorienting them. He channels his dark powers into a bolt of disarming negative energy, and those who witnessed him blending into the shadows of the frozen tundra have never lived to tell the tale.
N`aix - The Lifestealer
There once was a man in Lordaeron so consumed by greed that he was beyond remorse. Eventually caught trying to steal Prince Arthas` sacred ring, he was tried and hanged. Yet his body, so corrupted by his desire to steal, had risen by itself in the form of a monstrous ghoul. So came into being N`aix, his old name long forgotten: the embodiment of lust and greed, bent on stealing the life of every living creature he encounters.
Pudge - The Butcher
He's back, and he's as ugly and fat as ever.
Barathrum - The Spiritbreaker
An outcast of the Spirithoof clan, Barathrum retreated in shame to the Ethereal Plane, feeding off wandering souls to sustain himself, and wandered aimlessly for centuries, alone and miserable. Found and recruited by the Lich King, Barathrum's uncanny speed and wraithlike powers have now been unleashed upon the Material Plane, his lantern able to project nether energy into enemies, sending them backwards with sudden force. With the abilty to close the distance between himself and a target in seconds, Barathrum the Spiritbreaker is more than a match for anyone.
Mogul Khan - The Axe
In the war of Humans and Orcs that occured long ago many Orcish warriors were corrupted by demonic influence and became tools of blackest darkness. One such warrior was the leader of the Half-Tribe of the Bloodied Axe Clan; Mogul Kahn. Mogul was slain by human Paladins but mysteriously was seen fighting alongside the Scourge around the time Mannaroth started to command the Orcs in the war against Archimonde. The Axe has been revived by demons and uses his reflexes and powerful blows to hunt down and seek out the Sentinels agile warriors and cut them down to size, even projecting his lust for war onto them.
Strygwyr - The Bloodseeker
An unusual hybrid of Demon and Orc, Strygwyr is an outcast amongst all mortal creatures. By thriving on and bathing himself with the blood of those he slays, Strygwyr can heal his wounds - even those that could prove fatal. Beware the fool who dares venturing alone, for Strygwyr can sense his blood miles away and gain vison through his helpless prey's eyes. Having ruptured the enemy with mighty blows in his bloodthirsty frenzies, Strygwyr corners his foe into making the impossible decision - bleed to death by trying to outrun the hasty demon, or be ripped to shreds in its awesome fury.
Slardar - The Slithereen Guard
The mighty king of the Naga race, Slardar was awoken from the depths of the sea after the invasion of the Burning Legion. Finding the world consumed by chaos, he found it a perfect opportunity to strike down the hated Night Elves. Allying with the scourge, Slardar uses his immense strength and power to stun and crush his enemies, and his mighty trident can cleave the strongest armor with ease.
Meepo - Geomancer
Originally worshipped by the pagan tribes of Germania and the black forests that encompassed it, Meepo is a mischievous spirit of the eart who enjoys burying his enemies alive in mountains of rock spikes, pinning them down into helplessness as he pummels them into submission with his mighty shovel. The most disturbing of the Geomancer's powers, however, is his ability to separate his being into multiple selves, each as powerful as the original and making him potentially four times the trouble for the unlucky who encounter him.
Zeus - Lord of Olympia
Punished for assisting the Sentinel in their mortal struggle, Zeus was exiled by the Gods and stripped of much of his power. Even in his weakened form, his lightning attacks are nothing to trifle with. He has spells that damage both single and multiple units, making him a very specialized caster.
Slithice - The Naga Siren
Slithice was always a vagabond among the Naga, roaming beyond the boundaries of the sea in search of new things. During her adventures she met and fell in love with a young Orc training to be a Blademaster. Though he was inexperienced he taught her many Orcish fighting tactics employed by seasoned warriors. During their courtship as she was learning how to make traps from a local raider, a swarm of Scourge came and invaded, her love was killed before her very eyes. She used her Naga magics to put the evil to sleep and fled, and now gives her all to the Sentinel, in the name of her love.
Rikimaru - The Stealth Assassin
Born as the heir to the satyr dominion, Rikimaru was trained by the mightiest warriors of his race. However, the power of the Burning Legion managed to corrupt many of his kind, leaving them as mindless beasts in the forest. Vowing revenge against the Scourge, he sharpened his skills for battle. Using his small size to his advantage, he can render himself invisible, enabling him to stab his enemies in the back. And by using thick smoke as cover he becomes nearly untouchable.
Rooftrellen - The Treant Protector
A treant of immense age and wisdom, Rooftrellen was merely a sapling during the invasion of the Burning Legion. Having grown powerful over thousands of years, Rooftrellen has lent his considerable might to the Sentinel cause. An omnipresent force in the forest, he is capable using his power over the forest to hide his allies. Rooftrellen is aided by the forest itself, providing him with a thick living armor of vines and entangling nearby foes in a deadly embrace, allowing Rooftrellen to pound his victims to dust with his massive gnarled limbs.
Ulfsaar - The Ursa Warrior(Fuzzy Uzzy)
Before the invasion of the Scourge, a race of intelligent bears called furbolgs cultivated a quiet spiritual society deep in the heart of Azshara. With most of their kind murdered and corrupted by the Undead, the normally isolated furbolgs were forced to flee to the Sentinel for protection. In return, the furbolgs have sent their mightiest Ursa Warrior into battle on the Sentinel behalf. Enraged by the defilement of his peoples sacred land, Ulfsaar is able to channel his fury into a series of extremely quick and brutal swipes, using his razor-sharp claws to overpower his foes and literally tear them apart.
Boush - The Tinker
Boush has been educated in the most advanced goblin technology. These mechanical systems allow him to damage his enemies from a distance, while keeping himself relatively safe. He can also upgrade his systems to allow his weapons to fire quickly. A true demonstration of the power of knowledge.
Squee and Spleen - The Goblin Techies
Devilishly clever, the goblin techies, despite their small physical presence, are a force to be reckoned with. In line with their goblin brethren, the techies have the skill of laying mines in the earth, invisible to the naked eye. Also, after extensive training with the Orcish voodoo priests of Kalimdor, the Techies are adept at laying paralysis-inducing traps along with their potent explosives. Wary be the foe who takes these three lightly.
Kardel Sharpeye - The Dwarven Sniper
Kardel Sharpeye is a testament to his name and race. Using only his finely honed skills of marksmanship and his trusty rifle, he sytematically destroys his opponents from afar. Taking great care to aim for the most vulnerable of areas, he is capable of severely injuring an opponent, and with a little extra time, has been known to simply despose of an enemy in a single shot. His rifle is equipped with a secondary barrel, capable of launching a short burst of shrapnel at close range, causing massive damage.
Rhasta - The Shadow Shaman
Once a gifted troll witch doctor, young Rhasta was well versed with the secrets of voodoo magic. When the war between the Sentinels and the Scourge began, Rhasta, then a Shadow Hunter, offered his allegiance to the Sentinels to vanquish the Scourge once and for all. While he was a gifted as a witch doctor, Rhasta is a genius as a Shadow Hunter, exceeding his master by mastering the art of summoning multiple serpent wards, binding enemies for a short time and casting elemental lightning to several units.
Bradwarden - The Centaur Warchief
A behemoth even by centaur standards, Bradwarden was the warchief of a centaur tribe. Most of his people were subverted by the Scourge, but Bradwarden was too honourable to fall under their influence. He had to fight his way through his own kin to escape and now, angry and relentless, he seeks vengeance against the Scourge. Smiting enemies with his axe, he is strong as a mountain, and equally hard to bring down.
Traxex - The Drow Ranger
Traxex was a skilled archer in her oppressive underground homeland, the Underdark, until she grew sick of her kin's evil ways and fled to the surface world. She joined the Sentinel for greater good, and though still somewhat distrusted for her origins, she has proven herself time after time. She is an excellent huntress, debilitating her foes with her arrows and disabling spellcasters.
La iarbă verde...(10 apr. 2007)
dA...era seară , deja incepu-se să se racească :D şi "picura" , supravieţuirea îi o treabă foarte serioasă , mai ales în pădure , cunoştinţele de la TV despre alungarea animalelor primejdioase cum ar fi lupul sau ursul au mers şi la noi (focul) cât despre încălzire :D ceva vin , bere, 2 pături şi o umbrelă , pt. ploaie ,buna dispoziţie(muzica) asigurată prin KeTeK ceva "empetrei" , muzică amplificata(pe cale orală) pt. o acustică mai buna. În rest toate bune :D , până la urmă am scăpat iar filmul "Blair Whitch" a rămas fără partea a treia ....
În aşteptarea momentului , aprinderea focului ....pt. grătar :)) LoL şi cartofi copţi(la propriu) , Cosmin foarte "chinchi" dar nu trebuie sa-l judecaţi după culoarea hainelor(în bluză roşie) el era ocupat cu întreţinerea focului altfel , urma să fie decapitat ...asistat îndeaproape de var'sa Sandy(Alxandra) şi Bebe(Bogdan), ....
cu părere de rău , am omis deschiderea cutiei cu pateu sper să vă descurcaţi , îi o treabă simplă totul este în încheietură....
Coborând spre Iad .....sau coborând din Rai pe pământ ??? nici eu nu mai ştiu :)) oricum .... foarte tare !!!
Luminiţa din capul scărilor... ;)) (trebuie să vizitez şi ceva tunel :D sper)
Coborând pe spirala timpului :)):)) LoL mi se pare foarte amuzant ....dar parcă numi cade aşa bine :D sau ca şi mai nainte....coborând în Iad :)):))
Sărim???(cu paraşuta:D) cică am şi detaliu :P
PINK
Pe la noi îi zice găun , şi "muşcă" foarte tare(dureros) dacă îţi dă cel de Sus noroc şi vin şi mai mulţi , scapi de reumatism , aşa se zice....:)):)) eu unu nu cred ca scapi de reumatism , dar cel puţin ajungi la spital ocazie cu care faci nişte analize şi se poate sa-ţi afle ceva şi cum nu ştie din ce cauză ai acel ceva , dă vina pe "găun" şi aşa se "nasc" poveştile , dacă te muşcă un găun faci apendicită sau faci cancer sau ştiu eu ce se poate sa-ţi mai descopere doctoru la analize.....
I'm the ruffest cărăbuş you ever seen ...., dar nu mai am mult de stat pe lumea asta , era pe ducă după cateva impacte nimicitoare cu ..... nu io mers prea bine....măcar era happy şi-o facut datoria LoL
Antz
După operaţie , un pacient , transportat pe "patul" ăla magic cu roţi se aştepta să fie dus în salon ....şi cum mergeau ei(pacientul dus de asistent) , observă că trec de salon , merg pe hol , urcă în lift şi coboară , nedumerit , bolnavul întreabă:
-Dar, ...unde mă duceţi???
-La morgă!!!
-NU sunt mort încă!!!!!!
(asistentul râde şi-i răspunde...)
-Nici noi nu am ajuns , încă.....
-Dar, ...unde mă duceţi???
-La morgă!!!
-NU sunt mort încă!!!!!!
(asistentul râde şi-i răspunde...)
-Nici noi nu am ajuns , încă.....
Limp Bizkit - Rearranged
Lately I've been skeptical
Silent when I would used to speak
Distant from all around me
Who witness me fail and become weak
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down
But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go of
You and me we're through
And rearranged
It seems that you're not satisfied
There's too much on your mind
So you leave and I can't believe all the bullshit that I find
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down
But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go of
You and me we're through
And rearranged
You're no good
For me
Thank God its over
You make believe
That nothing is wrong until you're cryin'
You make believe
That life is so long until you're dyin'
You make believe
That nothing is wrong until you're cryin'
Cryin' on me
You make believe
That life is so long until you're dyin'
Dyin' on me!
You think that everybody's the same
I don't think that anybody's like you
(You ruin everything and you kept fuckin' with me until its over and I won't be
the same)
You think that everybody's the same
I don't think that anybody's like you
Be the same
Just think about it
You'll get it
Lately I've been skeptical
Silent when I would used to speak
Distant from all around me
Who witness me fail and become weak
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down
But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go of
You and me we're through
And rearranged
It seems that you're not satisfied
There's too much on your mind
So you leave and I can't believe all the bullshit that I find
Life is overwhelming
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
I'd love to be the one to disappoint you when I don't fall down
But you don't understand when I'm attempting to explain
Because you know it all and I guess things will never change
But you might need my hand when falling in your hole
Your disposition I'll remember when I'm letting go of
You and me we're through
And rearranged
You're no good
For me
Thank God its over
You make believe
That nothing is wrong until you're cryin'
You make believe
That life is so long until you're dyin'
You make believe
That nothing is wrong until you're cryin'
Cryin' on me
You make believe
That life is so long until you're dyin'
Dyin' on me!
You think that everybody's the same
I don't think that anybody's like you
(You ruin everything and you kept fuckin' with me until its over and I won't be
the same)
You think that everybody's the same
I don't think that anybody's like you
Be the same
Just think about it
You'll get it
Limp Bizkit - It'll Be Ok
I just read your letter,
It says that you'll be gone for awhile.
Don't you think t'was getting better,
I guess I'm just a fool strung-out.
What to do?
Life is through.
Just wanna kill, myself for you.
I wonder, just how sympathetic you'll be?
You've come to take me under,
And I forgot all about me.
What to do?
Life is through.
Just wanna kill, myself for you.
So tell me why?
You say goodbye.
And tell me why!??
YOUR FUCKING UP MY WHOLE LIFE!
Yeah,
Fucking up my whole life,
So I'm on my way,
I leave today,
If I get away,
It'll be okay.
It'll be okay.
I'm looking out a window,
Into a world that's taking you from me.
And I'm feeling so disgusted,
How pathetic can I possibly be ?
What to do?
Life is through.
Just wanna kill, myself for you.
So tell me why?
You say goodbye.
And tell me why!??
YOUR FUCKING UP MY WHOLE LIFE!
Yeah,
Fucking up my whole life.
So I'm on my way,
I leave today,
If I get away,
It'll be okay.
It'll be okay.
If their's a better place you can take me,
Better life you can give me.
Whatever place I can start all over.
And I would, never need what you gave me.
Never need you to save me.
And never feel like this life is over.
If their's a better place you can take me,
Better life you can give me!
Whatever place I can start all over!
And I would, never need what you gave me!
Never need you to save me!
And never feel like this life is over!
Feel like this life is over.
So I'm on my way,
I leave today,
If I get away,
It'll be okay.
It'll be okay.
I just read your letter,
It says that you'll be gone for awhile.
Don't you think t'was getting better,
I guess I'm just a fool strung-out.
What to do?
Life is through.
Just wanna kill, myself for you.
I wonder, just how sympathetic you'll be?
You've come to take me under,
And I forgot all about me.
What to do?
Life is through.
Just wanna kill, myself for you.
So tell me why?
You say goodbye.
And tell me why!??
YOUR FUCKING UP MY WHOLE LIFE!
Yeah,
Fucking up my whole life,
So I'm on my way,
I leave today,
If I get away,
It'll be okay.
It'll be okay.
I'm looking out a window,
Into a world that's taking you from me.
And I'm feeling so disgusted,
How pathetic can I possibly be ?
What to do?
Life is through.
Just wanna kill, myself for you.
So tell me why?
You say goodbye.
And tell me why!??
YOUR FUCKING UP MY WHOLE LIFE!
Yeah,
Fucking up my whole life.
So I'm on my way,
I leave today,
If I get away,
It'll be okay.
It'll be okay.
If their's a better place you can take me,
Better life you can give me.
Whatever place I can start all over.
And I would, never need what you gave me.
Never need you to save me.
And never feel like this life is over.
If their's a better place you can take me,
Better life you can give me!
Whatever place I can start all over!
And I would, never need what you gave me!
Never need you to save me!
And never feel like this life is over!
Feel like this life is over.
So I'm on my way,
I leave today,
If I get away,
It'll be okay.
It'll be okay.
Duminică 22 IV 2007 ,.....mergând spre Piatra Şoimului, aici eram pe la carieră şi mi so părut interesant excavatorul asta roşu în colecţia mea de poze cu maşinile ce miar trebui...maşini vorba vine ...
Urcând , spre Piatră , mare panta asta , nu se vede prea bine în pozele astea ...oricum , gâfâiam paici de numa...în faţă (planul apropiat ;)) Cosmin , .... in depărtare restul echipei ...căţărându-se)
Cosmin şi staf of uizărd , invocând ploaia .....
Andrei , Levi şi Alexandra , pe Piatra Şoimului , Cosmin un nivel mai jos ,.....dar nu stă mult deoparte ...
Aici stabileam o legatuă cu zeul vântului(Eol parcă) să ne "rabde" acolo ceva vreme , cât să ne hodinim cioantele...vreo jjjjjj de minute ...
eu cu stomacul lipit de şirea spinării(rupt de foame....)dar bine dispus şi cu chef de vb. :))
Luând o bine meritată pauză , pe o bucată de piatră .....decoru .....:D foarte tare
era tare greu să ţină aparatu pe orizontală ....apoi mno ...
Levi şi Sandy , hodinindu-se (hodinind=odihnind) nainte de ultimul "asalt"
Levi(athan) The Tidehunter
În iarbă , .....ca şi cameleonii (camuflată)
Peisaj de pe acolo ...
Cosmin Întemniţat....
Mărşăluind spre locul de băgat în noi(mâncat) aici eram mai rupţi de foame...dar încă bine .....
Locul de mâncat , în care trebuia să ajungem era ocupat de pescari , aşa am dat de o zonă mai faină , unde am pornit un foc ca în poveste ;)))
Şi după ce am admirat zona , o venit un luzăr sa ne zică să părăsim perimetrul că aparţine ocolului silvic baia mare şi vine Tata ocolului silvic în inspecţie, din Bucureşti (să-i Fu*ă .......nu mai comentez....) aşa şi mno am repornit spre un alt foc...... (loc de foc)
Aici în jurul celui de al 2-lea foc , preparând mâncarea şi povestind una alta :)) (minţind)
Dinamo :-? :-\ ?
Lord of smoke ....
Alexandra si Cosmin in jurul focului
Reign of Fire
Putina inspiratie de pe www.wikipedia.org definitia la "fuck" , daca tragi de bara de jos , in dreapta ...
This page is about the word fuck. For engaging in sexual intercourse, see that article. For other uses of the word, see Fuck (disambiguation).
Fuck is an English word which, as a verb, literally means to engage in sexual intercourse. The word is generally considered offensive.
It is unclear whether the word has always been considered vulgar, and if not, when it first started to be considered vulgar. Some evidence indicates that in some English-speaking locales it was considered acceptable as late as the 17th century meaning "to strike" or "to penetrate."[1] Other evidence indicates that it may have become vulgar as early as the 16th century in England, although neither set of evidence is inherently contradictory to the other, since many words have multiple connotations. The word became increasingly offensive over time because of its usage to describe (often in an extremely angry, hostile or belligerent manner) negative or unpleasant circumstances or people in an intentionally offensive way, such as in the term "motherfucker," one of its more common usages.
Fuck is used not only as a verb (transitive and intransitive), but also as a noun, interjection, and, occasionally, as an expletive infix.
Usage history
Main article: History of the word "fuck"
Early usage
Its first known use as a verb meaning to have sexual intercourse is in "Flen flyys", written around 1475.
William Dunbar's 1503 poem "Brash of Wowing" includes the lines: "Yit be his feiris he wald haue fukkit: / Ye brek my hairt, my bony ane" (ll. 13–14).
Some time around 1600, before the term acquired its current meaning, windfucker was an acceptable name for the bird now known as the kestrel[citation needed].
While Shakespeare never used the term explicitly; he hinted at it in comic scenes in several plays. The Merry Wives of Windsor (IV.i) contains the expression focative case (see vocative case). In Henry V (IV.iv), Pistol threatens to firk (strike) a soldier, a euphemism for fuck.
Rise of Modern Usage
Fuck did not appear in any widely-consulted dictionary of the English language from 1795 to 1965. Its first appearance in the Oxford English Dictionary (along with the word cunt) was in 1972.
In 1928, D. H. Lawrence's novel Lady Chatterley's Lover gained notoriety for its frequent use of the words fuck, fucked, and fucking.
Perhaps the earliest usage of the word in popular music was the 1938 Eddy Duchin release of the Louis Armstrong song "Ol' Man Mose". The words created a scandal at the time, resulting in sales of 170,000 copies during the Great Depression years when sales of 20,000 were considered blockbuster. The verse reads:
(We believe) He kicked the bucket,
(We believe) Yeah man, buck-buck-bucket,
(We believe) He kicked the bucket and ol' man mose is dead,
(We believe) Ahh, fuck it!
(We believe) Buck-buck-bucket,
(We believe) He kicked the bucket and ol' man mose is dead.
The liberal usage of the word (and other vulgarisms) by certain artists (such as James Joyce, Henry Miller, and Lenny Bruce) has led to the banning of their works and criminal charges of obscenity.
After Norman Mailer's publishers convinced him to bowdlerize fuck as fug in his work The Naked and the Dead (1948), Tallulah Bankhead supposedly greeted him with the quip, "So you're the young man who can't spell fuck." (In fact, according to Mailer, the quip was devised by Bankhead's PR man. He and Bankhead never met until 1966 and did not discuss the word then.) The rock group The Fugs named themselves after the Mailer euphemism.
In his novel Ulysses (1922), James Joyce used a sly spelling pun for fuck (and cunt as well) with the doggerel verse:
If you see Kay,
Tell him he may.
See you in tea,
Tell him from me.
Memphis Slim had a melancholy blues about lost love entitled "If You See Kay".
Norweigian "deathpunk" band Turbonegro also had a track entitled "If You See Kay" on their seventh album Party Animals (album).
The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger featured an early use of fuck you in print. First published in the United States in 1951, the novel remains controversial to this day due to its use of the word, and offers a blunt portrayal of the main character's reaction to the existence of the word, and all that it means.[citation needed]
The first use of the word fuck on British television came on November 13, 1965 on the satirical show BBC-3 (no relation to the present channel of that name). The theatre critic Kenneth Tynan declared, apropos of nothing, that "I doubt if there are any rational people to whom the word 'fuck' would be particularly diabolical, revolting or totally forbidden." Kenneth Tynan was soon-after fired for his free use of the word.[citation needed]
One of the earliest mainstream Hollywood movies to use the word fuck was director Robert Altman's irreverent antiwar film, MASH, released in 1970 at the height of the Vietnam War. During the football game sequence about three-quarters of the way through the film, one of the MASH linemen says to an 8063rd offensive player, "All right, bud, your fuckin' head is coming right off." (Interestingly, the offending word was not bleeped out on a 1985 network television broadcast of the film at 3 AM)
Former Saturday Night Live cast member Charles Rocket uttered the vulgarity in one of the earliest instances of its use on television, during a 1980 episode of the show, for which he was subsequently fired.[citation needed]
Comedian George Carlin once commented that the word fuck ought to be considered more appropriate, because of its implications of love and reproduction, than the violence exhibited in many movies. He humorously suggested replacing the word kill with the word fuck in his comedy routine, such as in an old movie western: "Okay, sheriff, we're gonna fuck you, now. But we're gonna fuck you slow..." Or, perhaps at a baseball game: "Fuck the ump, fuck the ump, fuck the ump!" More popularly published is his famous "Filthy Words" routine, better known as "Seven Words You Can Never Say On Television."
Extensions and combinations
Despite being a very offensice term in English and many other languages, "fuck" is tremendously linguistically versatile in modern usage. Often, the word "fuck" is expanded, or combined with other words to give variations in meaning.
Fuck off
Fuck Off is an expletive derived from "fuck", meaning "go away". A phrase of British origin (rather like "bugger off"), it has since entered into common usage around the world; an American counterpart derived from it is "go fuck yourself". In some countries where the locals' only exposure to English has been around people likely to use coarse language, such as near military bases, "fuck off" has been used as a synonym for "leave" or "go away". In New Zealand, and increasingly in the United Kingdom "Fuck off" can be used to describe large size: "I just caught a fuck off sized trout". A governor of a former British colony once suggested that "in the long view of history, the British Empire will be remembered only for two things" — the game of football and the expletive "fuck off".[13]
Fucker
An extension of the word to formulate a noun indicating a particluar individual (e.g. you fucker!", or "those fuckers". Considered very offensive and and an abusive term.[14]
Fuck this/that
Often used as "fuck this (or that) noise", this combination indicates total dismissal of a situation or idea. Examples of usage would include: "fuck this noise, I'm leaving" and "fuck that [idea]".[15]
Give a fuck
In this context, it means a tiny amount; an iota. "I don't give a fuck", would roughly translate to "I don't care".[16] Also occasionally in larger combinations, as in "I don't give a sweet flying fuck" - and example of dismissive hyperbole.
Fuck up
As a verb-adverb combination, to make serious error or mistake ("don't fuck up"). If used in the past tense (fucked up), to indicate something very maladjucted, misaligned, poorly done or ruined ("his car was fucked up after the accident"). Also used to indicate physical or emotional disturbance ("he's fucked up"). Commonly used in the military to form acronyms, such as FUBAR or SNAFU. Occasionally the "up" is dropped, as in: "How is his car? It's fucked."[17]
If hyphenated (fuck-up), the combination becomes a noun indicating a mess or badly fouled situation, or as a derogatory term to indicate a person who is inept, clumsy or careless.[18]
Good/bad fuck
Very coarse slang to indicate someone's sexual proficiency. Also with "mediocre", "great", "superb" or other modifier.[19]
Fuck all
Absolutely nothing, zero, as in: "I've got fuck all in my wallet".[20]
Fuckhead
A noun indicating someone who is contemtible, lowly, or evil; worse than a fuck-up, who may merely be clumsy.[21]
Fucking
Intensive adverbial or adjectival form to show extreme annnoyance or disgust ("that fucking thing").[22]
Fuck over
Transitive verb form, meaning to deal unfairly with; to cheat.[23]
Fuck around/about
Intransitive verb form, meaning to not take seriously, to not do one's job, or to delay. Also, to mess around with, wear out or ruin.[24]
Cluster fuck
A fouled-up group or situation.[25]
Fuck is an English word which, as a verb, literally means to engage in sexual intercourse. The word is generally considered offensive.
It is unclear whether the word has always been considered vulgar, and if not, when it first started to be considered vulgar. Some evidence indicates that in some English-speaking locales it was considered acceptable as late as the 17th century meaning "to strike" or "to penetrate."[1] Other evidence indicates that it may have become vulgar as early as the 16th century in England, although neither set of evidence is inherently contradictory to the other, since many words have multiple connotations. The word became increasingly offensive over time because of its usage to describe (often in an extremely angry, hostile or belligerent manner) negative or unpleasant circumstances or people in an intentionally offensive way, such as in the term "motherfucker," one of its more common usages.
Fuck is used not only as a verb (transitive and intransitive), but also as a noun, interjection, and, occasionally, as an expletive infix.
Usage history
Main article: History of the word "fuck"
Early usage
Its first known use as a verb meaning to have sexual intercourse is in "Flen flyys", written around 1475.
William Dunbar's 1503 poem "Brash of Wowing" includes the lines: "Yit be his feiris he wald haue fukkit: / Ye brek my hairt, my bony ane" (ll. 13–14).
Some time around 1600, before the term acquired its current meaning, windfucker was an acceptable name for the bird now known as the kestrel[citation needed].
While Shakespeare never used the term explicitly; he hinted at it in comic scenes in several plays. The Merry Wives of Windsor (IV.i) contains the expression focative case (see vocative case). In Henry V (IV.iv), Pistol threatens to firk (strike) a soldier, a euphemism for fuck.
Rise of Modern Usage
Fuck did not appear in any widely-consulted dictionary of the English language from 1795 to 1965. Its first appearance in the Oxford English Dictionary (along with the word cunt) was in 1972.
In 1928, D. H. Lawrence's novel Lady Chatterley's Lover gained notoriety for its frequent use of the words fuck, fucked, and fucking.
Perhaps the earliest usage of the word in popular music was the 1938 Eddy Duchin release of the Louis Armstrong song "Ol' Man Mose". The words created a scandal at the time, resulting in sales of 170,000 copies during the Great Depression years when sales of 20,000 were considered blockbuster. The verse reads:
(We believe) He kicked the bucket,
(We believe) Yeah man, buck-buck-bucket,
(We believe) He kicked the bucket and ol' man mose is dead,
(We believe) Ahh, fuck it!
(We believe) Buck-buck-bucket,
(We believe) He kicked the bucket and ol' man mose is dead.
The liberal usage of the word (and other vulgarisms) by certain artists (such as James Joyce, Henry Miller, and Lenny Bruce) has led to the banning of their works and criminal charges of obscenity.
After Norman Mailer's publishers convinced him to bowdlerize fuck as fug in his work The Naked and the Dead (1948), Tallulah Bankhead supposedly greeted him with the quip, "So you're the young man who can't spell fuck." (In fact, according to Mailer, the quip was devised by Bankhead's PR man. He and Bankhead never met until 1966 and did not discuss the word then.) The rock group The Fugs named themselves after the Mailer euphemism.
In his novel Ulysses (1922), James Joyce used a sly spelling pun for fuck (and cunt as well) with the doggerel verse:
If you see Kay,
Tell him he may.
See you in tea,
Tell him from me.
Memphis Slim had a melancholy blues about lost love entitled "If You See Kay".
Norweigian "deathpunk" band Turbonegro also had a track entitled "If You See Kay" on their seventh album Party Animals (album).
The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger featured an early use of fuck you in print. First published in the United States in 1951, the novel remains controversial to this day due to its use of the word, and offers a blunt portrayal of the main character's reaction to the existence of the word, and all that it means.[citation needed]
The first use of the word fuck on British television came on November 13, 1965 on the satirical show BBC-3 (no relation to the present channel of that name). The theatre critic Kenneth Tynan declared, apropos of nothing, that "I doubt if there are any rational people to whom the word 'fuck' would be particularly diabolical, revolting or totally forbidden." Kenneth Tynan was soon-after fired for his free use of the word.[citation needed]
One of the earliest mainstream Hollywood movies to use the word fuck was director Robert Altman's irreverent antiwar film, MASH, released in 1970 at the height of the Vietnam War. During the football game sequence about three-quarters of the way through the film, one of the MASH linemen says to an 8063rd offensive player, "All right, bud, your fuckin' head is coming right off." (Interestingly, the offending word was not bleeped out on a 1985 network television broadcast of the film at 3 AM)
Former Saturday Night Live cast member Charles Rocket uttered the vulgarity in one of the earliest instances of its use on television, during a 1980 episode of the show, for which he was subsequently fired.[citation needed]
Comedian George Carlin once commented that the word fuck ought to be considered more appropriate, because of its implications of love and reproduction, than the violence exhibited in many movies. He humorously suggested replacing the word kill with the word fuck in his comedy routine, such as in an old movie western: "Okay, sheriff, we're gonna fuck you, now. But we're gonna fuck you slow..." Or, perhaps at a baseball game: "Fuck the ump, fuck the ump, fuck the ump!" More popularly published is his famous "Filthy Words" routine, better known as "Seven Words You Can Never Say On Television."
Extensions and combinations
Despite being a very offensice term in English and many other languages, "fuck" is tremendously linguistically versatile in modern usage. Often, the word "fuck" is expanded, or combined with other words to give variations in meaning.
Fuck off
Fuck Off is an expletive derived from "fuck", meaning "go away". A phrase of British origin (rather like "bugger off"), it has since entered into common usage around the world; an American counterpart derived from it is "go fuck yourself". In some countries where the locals' only exposure to English has been around people likely to use coarse language, such as near military bases, "fuck off" has been used as a synonym for "leave" or "go away". In New Zealand, and increasingly in the United Kingdom "Fuck off" can be used to describe large size: "I just caught a fuck off sized trout". A governor of a former British colony once suggested that "in the long view of history, the British Empire will be remembered only for two things" — the game of football and the expletive "fuck off".[13]
Fucker
An extension of the word to formulate a noun indicating a particluar individual (e.g. you fucker!", or "those fuckers". Considered very offensive and and an abusive term.[14]
Fuck this/that
Often used as "fuck this (or that) noise", this combination indicates total dismissal of a situation or idea. Examples of usage would include: "fuck this noise, I'm leaving" and "fuck that [idea]".[15]
Give a fuck
In this context, it means a tiny amount; an iota. "I don't give a fuck", would roughly translate to "I don't care".[16] Also occasionally in larger combinations, as in "I don't give a sweet flying fuck" - and example of dismissive hyperbole.
Fuck up
As a verb-adverb combination, to make serious error or mistake ("don't fuck up"). If used in the past tense (fucked up), to indicate something very maladjucted, misaligned, poorly done or ruined ("his car was fucked up after the accident"). Also used to indicate physical or emotional disturbance ("he's fucked up"). Commonly used in the military to form acronyms, such as FUBAR or SNAFU. Occasionally the "up" is dropped, as in: "How is his car? It's fucked."[17]
If hyphenated (fuck-up), the combination becomes a noun indicating a mess or badly fouled situation, or as a derogatory term to indicate a person who is inept, clumsy or careless.[18]
Good/bad fuck
Very coarse slang to indicate someone's sexual proficiency. Also with "mediocre", "great", "superb" or other modifier.[19]
Fuck all
Absolutely nothing, zero, as in: "I've got fuck all in my wallet".[20]
Fuckhead
A noun indicating someone who is contemtible, lowly, or evil; worse than a fuck-up, who may merely be clumsy.[21]
Fucking
Intensive adverbial or adjectival form to show extreme annnoyance or disgust ("that fucking thing").[22]
Fuck over
Transitive verb form, meaning to deal unfairly with; to cheat.[23]
Fuck around/about
Intransitive verb form, meaning to not take seriously, to not do one's job, or to delay. Also, to mess around with, wear out or ruin.[24]
Cluster fuck
A fouled-up group or situation.[25]
Dance In Line
(To the tune of "Walk the Line" by Johnny Cash)
I keep my horns pointed forward all the time.
I really like these hooves and tail of mine.
And as a druid or a shammy I do shine.
Cause I’m bovine,
I dance in line.
I find it very, very easy to pick herbs.
I find myself backslashing before verbs.
And, for some reason, eating meat my hunger curbs.
(Though I’m bovine,
And dance in line.)
I run through Wailing Caverns all the time.
I favor casting spells that are divine.
All other class/race combos sit and whine.
‘Cause they’re not bovine.
Can’t dance in line.
I’ve got a way of stomping on the ground,
That makes the bad guys’ eyes go round and round.
I know for sure true happiness I’ve found.
Cause I’m bovine.
And dance in line.
(To the tune of "Walk the Line" by Johnny Cash)
I keep my horns pointed forward all the time.
I really like these hooves and tail of mine.
And as a druid or a shammy I do shine.
Cause I’m bovine,
I dance in line.
I find it very, very easy to pick herbs.
I find myself backslashing before verbs.
And, for some reason, eating meat my hunger curbs.
(Though I’m bovine,
And dance in line.)
I run through Wailing Caverns all the time.
I favor casting spells that are divine.
All other class/race combos sit and whine.
‘Cause they’re not bovine.
Can’t dance in line.
I’ve got a way of stomping on the ground,
That makes the bad guys’ eyes go round and round.
I know for sure true happiness I’ve found.
Cause I’m bovine.
And dance in line.
Eu zic ca fiecare are dreptul sa aleaga ce i se potriveste mai bine :D am aici doua linkuri , unul catre Coran altul catre Biblia Ortodoxa , era prea mult sa le pun aici amandoua + drepturile ....
Coranul
Biblia
Adaugand ceva culoare paginii......
30 IV(apr.) 2007 Creasta Cocosului .... cel putin mergeam catre rezervatie , la prima ora a diminetii nu credeam ca o sa ajungem pana acolo ,.......KeTeK credea ca mergem spre baraj ,....in drum spre Bus. afla vestea ...urma sa mergem pana in Baia Sprie cu Optu , de acolo pe jos ....
0o0o0oo0o0o.......Da .......mergand spre Cocos :D un convoi de "togle"(biciclete) , pana sa fac pozele , o mai ramas unu ....cel mai mare , adica tare :D
Multumesc frumos , semnele alea is pt. mine :D , am sarit un pic calu' , da , oricum nu miam revenit ;)) , si am tot primit toata ziua , am avut si full(ca la poker) odata ....ce sa fac ....burst-urile astea :-" cat despre "totem" , era in drum , mi so parut interesant , ... asa ca , lam adus aici pt voi
Eu , mai prost ca de obicei :))
Creasta Cocosului , la prima vedere ....(de departe....) pare foarte mica ....cand vine vb de urcat pe ea se complica putin treaba , nu foarte mult ...mai ales acuma ca sa amenjat foarte bine (scari si balustrada in locurile mai abrupte...) ii un loc foarte frumos , peisajele superbe , eu zic ca merita vazuta ;)) in caz ca nu ati trecut deja pe acolo , este ceva deosebit .....si inca ii foarte curata , ar fi bine sa ramana asa in continuare , asa ca PASTRATI CURATENIA !!!(protejati natura)
Aici mai aveam cam 45 de min. de mers... urma "atacul" final ;)) o poza de ansamblu , aici fagii nu erau inca inverziti , temperatura este mult mai mica , aprox. 1200m altitudine, FRIG , vorba vine frig , ii cald , la soare , dar orice adiere de vant va va ridica parul pe "spate"(face pielea de gaina:)) ) ar fi bine sa aveti o bluza in plus + , iar sus pe creasta .....inca o bluza :D cel putin in aprilie .
Lacrimioare ..... erau aici din plin , ceva brandusi mai "vechi" si brebeni , si ceva flori foarte dragute galbene(no name cel putin pt. mine)
Aici , chiar inainte sa ajungem in varf ,.... drum un pic mai accident dar accesibil iar in imaginea din stanga , un peisaj foarte placut , parerea mea ...
Eu, invizibil , ca un strut in desert , cu capu in nisip ;))
eU cautand aur .....sau zapada , numi aduc bine aminte ce faceam acolo ;)) cred ca era o poza doar pt zapada , fara aur ...
Andrei , incercand sa-si faca curaj , pt. marea saritura :D , in stanga , in dreapta , Stan cazut in "crevasa" :)) vai nu mai pot de ras , in timp ce scriu .....crevasa ...:)))
Stan facand pe maimuta :))=)) adica pe alpinistul ca suna mai dragut :D, numa ca alpinistii nu se complica cu de astea asa ca trebuie facuta o categorie noua de cataratori ;)) pt. Stan
Urcand pe Creasta , in stanga , Marius alias ghidul nostru ;)) , iar mai jos Alexandra iar in dreapta Raluca , era cam stramt pt. toti deodata....asa ca , numa pe rand , cate unu :D ;)) , iar in poza din dreapta , aseZati frumos , avand grija de vantul care spulbera tot pacolo .....
Raluca , :D yuy , mult ii pana jos .... ;)) (admira privelistea doar ....) cat despre mine ;)) credeam ca is invizbil iara, dar am uitat sa imi pun gluga :-"
Incercam sa gasesc o pozitie comoda pe piatra aia "afurisita" nu vreao so vb. de rau , cred ca o sa mai trec pe acolo , si nu vreau sa se rupa cu mine :-"
Aici eram foarte concentrat sa iasa poza bine :))=)) LoL , si mno :d parul ....., vant , alea alea Raluca nu o uitat de gluga ;)) (so asigurat)
Un pic de muschi de pe munte , .....(vegetatie alpina :)) )nu o iesit prea bine , sper sa fie mai bine data viitoare...
Se "plimba" pe acolo , .... navea nici o treaba .....:| si in plus , o coborat foarte lin ;)) cat despre goanga de pe piciorul meu , navea ce face apoi se tara pe acolo
Acelasi peisaj , la plecare ....parca as mai fi stat pe acolo dar frigul ......:D si mancarea pe terminate parca m-au facut sa ma razgandesc( nevoile astea pamantesti ;)) ) nu ai ce sa le faci ...fiecare cu ale lui
Floricele pe campii, hai sa le adunam copii...
Cipri , Raluca , Calin , Andrei , Me , Raul , Marius, mai lipseste ;)) Alexandra ....
Unu mai doua mii sapte (1 V 2007) eram cu "Optu" spre Baia Sprie cand , deodata :D pe un scaun din fata mea se aseza aceasta domnita foarte draguta , la care am incercat sa-i imortalizez chipul ;)) LoL ce texte am :))=)) in fine , ne indreptam spre Mogosa :D ...
Alexandra , Levi , Raluca si Andrei....;)) iar in partea stanga ......Frumoasa incercand sa puna stapanire pe Bestie :d sau mai degraba , Bestia incercand sa stapaneasca pe Frumoasa ;)):P
Aici eram , in varf ,.....mmm de frig , :| deci FRIG , FRIg nu gluma ! si mai batea un amar de vant de-ti venea sa te urci pe antene nu alta , cat despre iarba aia de acolo , foarte calduroasa , :D am stat o vreme pe jos pe acolo si izoleaza bine ;)) cel putin la spate nu-mi era frig , de fapt era aprox. bine cand nu batea vantu , numai ca asta dura cam 5 min. pt. ca apoi sa inceapa din nou .... cat despre poza din dreapta .....numa un pic mai era pana la Pamant .....dar sa asigurat bine , Alexandra, era pe maini bune ;)) si in caz de scandal , era razbunata de Raluca :P ;)) LoL
Da , nu stiu cum de am reusit o poza cu Sandy :))=)) dar cred ca ii buna :D aici se vede bine ca era frigu mare :d avea pe ea vreo 3 hanorace 4 bluze si 5 tricouri plus + ca toate erau trase pe fata ca sa nu intre frigu la :D gat , sa se raceasca ... ,iar dincoace , o floare foarte "mandra"
Rugandu-ma pt. un pic de caldura ....care o ajuns la mine , dupa ce am coborat "dealu" :| , cat despre Levi si Alexandra :-j ei se "jucau" ;)) glumesc, dansau sa fie mai frig , le era cald ...
Levi , vroia sa ma striveasca sub senile....:| de altfel ii de treaba , cand nu planuieste crime ;))...
Patru mai doua mii sapte , ....spider man ...
PROST, PROÁSTĂ, proşti, proaste, adj., s.m.şi f. 1. Adj., s.m. şi f. (Om) lipsit de inteligenţă, fără judecată, fără minte; nătărău, nerod, tont, prostănac. ♢ Expr. Un prost şi jumătate = foarte prost. A face pe prostul = a simula prostia. ♦ (Om) care se încrede uşor; (om) naiv, credul. ♢ Expr. A-şi găsi prostul = a-şi găsi omul pe care să-l poată înşela uşor, pe care să-l poată duce de nas. 2. Adj., s.m. şi f. (Înv. şi pop.) (Persoană) fără ştiinţă de carte; (om) neînvăţat, ignorant. ♦ (Om) lipsit de rafinament; (om) simplu, neevoluat. 3. Adj. De condiţie socială modestă, din popor, de jos, de rând. ♢ (În trecut) Soldat prost = ostaş fără grad; soldat. 4. Adj. Obişnuit, comun. ♦ De calitate inferioară, lipsit de valoare. 5. Adj. (Adesea adverbial) Care nu este aşa cum trebuie (din punct de vedere calitativ, funcţional etc.); necorespunzător, nesatisfăcător. ♦ (Adverbial; în legătură cu verbul „a vorbi“) Stricat, incorect. ♦ (Despre situaţii, ştiri, întâmplări etc.) Neplăcut, nefavorabil, nenorocit. ♦ (Despre vreme) Nefavorabil, rău. ♦ Nepriceput, nepregătit, neîndemânatic într-o meserie, într-o profesiune etc. 6. Adj. Dăunător; neprielnic. ♢ Expr. Glumă proastă (sau de prost gust) = glumă fără haz, care supără, jigneşte. Vorbă proastă = vorbă îndrăzneaţă sau injurioasă; p. ext. ceartă. – Din sl. prostŭ.
PROST adj., s., adv. 1. adj., s. bleg, nătăfleţ, nătărău, nătâng, neghiob, nerod, netot, prostănac, stupid, tont, tontălău, (înv. şi pop.) năuc, (pop. şi fam.) haplea, (pop.) flaimuc, (înv. şi reg.) nătântoc, prostan, prostatic, prostănatic, (reg. şi fam.) şui, (reg.) bleot, hăbăuc, mangosit, metehău, meteleu, motoflete, motolog, mutălău, natantol, năbârgeac, nătăbâz, nătânt, nătrui, nătruţ, năvleg, năvligos, nerodoi, pliurd, ponc, pricăjit, puncău, tălălău, tălâmb, tontan, tontolete, tontolog, (prin Transilv.) balamut, (prin Olt.) bleomb, (prin Mold.) bobletic, (prin Munt.) bobleţ, (Mold.) cherapleş, (prin Transilv., Mold. şi Bucov.) chiomb, (Transilv., Ban. şi Olt.) lud, (Transilv. şi Ban.) năhui, (Transilv.) nebleznic, (prin Mold., Transilv. şi Maram.) şuietic, (Mold.) tanău, (Bucov.) tălăşman, (prin Olt. şi Munt.) tărăntuc, (Munt.) tontovan, (turcism înv.) budala, (fam.) fleţ, găgăuţă, gogoman, zevzec, (fig.) sec. (~ mai eşti, amice, de-ai putut să faci aşa ceva!) 2. adj. v. naiv. 3. adj., s. v. incult. 4. adj., s. v. incapabil. 5. adj. v. netalentat. 6. adj. v. nereuşit. 7. adv. v. anapoda. 8. adj. v. inferior. 9. adj. v. nefavorabil. 10. adj. v. redus. 11. adj., adv. v. incorect. 12. adj. v. greu. 13. adj. v. neplăcut. 14. adj. v. rău. 15. adv. v. rău. 16. adv. insuficient, puţin, rău. (O muncă ~ plătită.)
PROST2 proástă (proşti, proáste) şi substantival 1) (despre persoane sau despre manifestări ale lor) Care vădeşte lipsă de inteligenţă; netot; neghiob; nătărău; nătâng; nerod; tont; stupid; tâmp; năuc. ♢ Dă în gropi de ~ ce e, ~ ca noaptea, un ~ şi jumătate foarte prost. A o face pe ~ul a se preface că-i prost. 2) înv. Care se trage din popor; de jos; de rând. ♢ Soldat ~ soldat fără grad. 3) înv. Care nu ştie carte; neştiutor de carte; neînvăţat. 4) Care este de calitate inferioară; lipsit de valoare; nesatisfăcător; necorespunzător; ordinar. Poezii proaste. 5) (despre situaţii, ştiri etc.) Care provoacă neplăcere, nemulţumire; care supără; supărător. ♢ Glumă proastă glumă care nu stârneşte râsul, ci jigneşte. Vorbă proastă vorbă care insultă. 6) (despre timp sau despre perioade de timp) Care nu este prielnic; nefavorabil; urât; rău. 7) Care are pregătire slabă într-un domeniu de activitate; care este sub nivelul cerinţelor unei specialităţi; necalificat; nepregătit. /
PROST adj., s., adv. 1. adj., s. bleg, nătăfleţ, nătărău, nătâng, neghiob, nerod, netot, prostănac, stupid, tont, tontălău, (înv. şi pop.) năuc, (pop. şi fam.) haplea, (pop.) flaimuc, (înv. şi reg.) nătântoc, prostan, prostatic, prostănatic, (reg. şi fam.) şui, (reg.) bleot, hăbăuc, mangosit, metehău, meteleu, motoflete, motolog, mutălău, natantol, năbârgeac, nătăbâz, nătânt, nătrui, nătruţ, năvleg, năvligos, nerodoi, pliurd, ponc, pricăjit, puncău, tălălău, tălâmb, tontan, tontolete, tontolog, (prin Transilv.) balamut, (prin Olt.) bleomb, (prin Mold.) bobletic, (prin Munt.) bobleţ, (Mold.) cherapleş, (prin Transilv., Mold. şi Bucov.) chiomb, (Transilv., Ban. şi Olt.) lud, (Transilv. şi Ban.) năhui, (Transilv.) nebleznic, (prin Mold., Transilv. şi Maram.) şuietic, (Mold.) tanău, (Bucov.) tălăşman, (prin Olt. şi Munt.) tărăntuc, (Munt.) tontovan, (turcism înv.) budala, (fam.) fleţ, găgăuţă, gogoman, zevzec, (fig.) sec. (~ mai eşti, amice, de-ai putut să faci aşa ceva!) 2. adj. v. naiv. 3. adj., s. v. incult. 4. adj., s. v. incapabil. 5. adj. v. netalentat. 6. adj. v. nereuşit. 7. adv. v. anapoda. 8. adj. v. inferior. 9. adj. v. nefavorabil. 10. adj. v. redus. 11. adj., adv. v. incorect. 12. adj. v. greu. 13. adj. v. neplăcut. 14. adj. v. rău. 15. adv. v. rău. 16. adv. insuficient, puţin, rău. (O muncă ~ plătită.)
PROST2 proástă (proşti, proáste) şi substantival 1) (despre persoane sau despre manifestări ale lor) Care vădeşte lipsă de inteligenţă; netot; neghiob; nătărău; nătâng; nerod; tont; stupid; tâmp; năuc. ♢ Dă în gropi de ~ ce e, ~ ca noaptea, un ~ şi jumătate foarte prost. A o face pe ~ul a se preface că-i prost. 2) înv. Care se trage din popor; de jos; de rând. ♢ Soldat ~ soldat fără grad. 3) înv. Care nu ştie carte; neştiutor de carte; neînvăţat. 4) Care este de calitate inferioară; lipsit de valoare; nesatisfăcător; necorespunzător; ordinar. Poezii proaste. 5) (despre situaţii, ştiri etc.) Care provoacă neplăcere, nemulţumire; care supără; supărător. ♢ Glumă proastă glumă care nu stârneşte râsul, ci jigneşte. Vorbă proastă vorbă care insultă. 6) (despre timp sau despre perioade de timp) Care nu este prielnic; nefavorabil; urât; rău. 7) Care are pregătire slabă într-un domeniu de activitate; care este sub nivelul cerinţelor unei specialităţi; necalificat; nepregătit. /
6 mai 2007 , eram pe acasuca , si am iesit pana pe balcon , mio placut mult ce am vazut :D si am zis ca pun si aici o poza :D
Sambata 12 mai 2007 , pe afara ,....incercand sa fac ceva "macro" ...o zi in care trebuia sa fiu mai departe un pic , dar ploaia de dimineata a stricat totul asa ca am ramas prin zona....
Un trandafir alb , ;)) dupa cum bine vedeti....nu sunt prea multe de spus despre el , asta daca nu eshti la "filo" ...altfel are o gramada de semnificati.....puritate , iubire , cred, si nu mai stiu ce....;))
Un pic de volbura dupa ploaia de dimineata care mi-a stricat planurile
Ca tot o fost raliul in Baia Mare....Evo , dupa cum bine scrie si pe masina.
Duminica 13 mai 2007 pe Creasta ....(iarasi) pozele care urmeaza sunt facute de Levi , sau de alte persoane , cu aparatul lui....
Arma alba.....killing Nicolle
Reclama la Appel , imi dau ceva bani , nu am putut sa refuz oferta...
Pe Creasta Cocosului , incercand sa fac cateva poze ...alaturi de Levi, care a facut poza asta...
The Camp , vazuta de sus , cu ceva zoom , vreo 300 mm :D
O poienita vazuta de undeva de sus(de pe creasta, la propriu....)
Era acolo in varf , ....catararile astea creaza dependenta ....nu va apucati daca aveti progr. incarcat ;))
Florin si Simona , un pic mai in spate......spre BM , un pic obositi(Macs. nu a dormit toata noaptea , lucreaza.....apoi dimineata cand o ajuns acasa eram pregatit sa plec ,m-am intalnit cu el si ma intrebat unde ma duc , ;)) pe Creasta, i-am raspuns , vin si eu, a zis repede , ;)) si a bagat un "pateu" si asa a ajuns deodata cu noi sus .....)
Poze facute de mine , sau de alte persoane ...;)) cu aparatul lui sorela.....
Era plin de "zburatoare" de astea... pe acolo si am tras un macro , mi se pare foarte interesanta , daca bine stiu "chestia" asta traieste doar o zi in stare de zburatoare , si cativa ani in stare larvara...
Primul popas spre Creasta Cocosului :KeTeK , in partea stanga , urmat de Curl(igrec), Simona, apoi Nicolle, urmeaza inplan mai indepartat CArtman(mai negru) apoi Levi , iar in fata Ma(cs)well....
Nicolle si super naturalul ei inel,.....detaliul in stanga...
Nicolle , pe creasta la zapada....
;)) poza de buletin.....:-" Laura, (nui vb despre ciocolata) aproape in varf deci foarte fericita
Rex vazand cum se fac sandviciurile....(captivat) era prea mic ca sa se linga pe buze, o primit si el ceva ":))"
Great Master Levy , chiar pe Creasta...incercand sa "traga" cateva cadre super calumea iar in stanga , catarandu-se spre "varf"
ceva "floricele" erau pe acolo , si contrastau foarte tare cu iarba maro(C.R.E.A.M.) si o iesit cateva poze dragute cred ;))
S1mona cu echipamentul de urcat pe munti ;)) ciorapi alias sosete de catarare , blugi de la Puff Daddy maieu de la Gucci si celelalte...:-" oricum , foarte tare poza :P
ce NeAm mai distrat ;)) erau pregatiti de 5 minute , o stat bietele fete asa , pana am scos aparatu,........o mai trecut inca vreo 5 minute.....;)) si apoi am facut poze 3 minute :-" scuze .....
Cartman , Stan , Levy , Nicolle , Macs(X)well , Curly , KeTeK , S1mone(S1Mulatine One)
Duminica , 20 mai 2007 ,......pe undeva pe langa Jibou(Gulgaul Almasului) trebuia sa fim vreo 13 :))=)) stan, levy, laura, mihai, raluca, alexandra, andrei, oana, ramona, cami, romanel , florin....si am ajuns doar patru :))=)) (razgandirile astea.....) in fine, o fost super tare oricum ;)) zic ca merita sa treceti pe acolo , ....si in plus ii foarte putin de mers...vreo 30 de minute , .....pana in Jibou va i-a o ora din baia mare , iar din Jibou , cu ocazie inca vreo 10 minute pana in Galgaul Almasului,... de acolo cat arunci un chibrit si ai ajuns pe "bolovani"....
Cami..... , pe langa "canion"
Ceva peisaje de pe acolo ,....(imprejurimile)
ol tim
dupa o gramada de poze , ....am reushit ....paianjen de apa .....
Domestic Violence Lyrics
Artist: RZA
Album: RZA Presents Bobby Digital In Stereo
You ain't shit your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit your rings ain't shit
your gear ain't shit your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit nigga your whips ain't shit
Bobby you ain't shit nigga I'm the shit
you ain't shit your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit your rings ain't shit
your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga I'm the shit
you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit, Bobby you ain't shit
your rings ain't shit, your gear ain't shit
your jewels ain't shit, your kicks ain't shit
your whips ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
nigga, I'm the shit...
What the fuck y'all birds talking about?
Get the fuck out my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte
(But wait, fuck you motherfucker)
You wish you could fuck
Bitch, all you can do is dick suck
(Your ass can't fuck, that's why your wife left your monkey ass)
Fuck that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans
You don't scrub or wash clothes
Or buy food for making (???), bitch
You don't read to the seeds
All you do is watch tv and smoke weed
Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hairweave
Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe
Talking about you're going to leave?
Then bitch leave! What the fuck you're waiting for?
Hit the door, I ain't taking this shit no more!
Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach
Before you moved to my lab, bitch, I ain't never seen a roach
Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market
Take all the space in my closet, where the fuck's your logic?
Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth
And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse
You can't speak a sentence without a curse
Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse
Bitch, to be a nurse you got to go to shool first!
When I first met you, you was a hoe
I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you
But couldn't reach you, and you're still a hoe
Your father said you was a hoe
And when you leave me, bitch you're gonna be a hoe
Celluloid and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat
That raggy ass pussy a starving dog wouldn't eat
Started with the body of a model
Pussy tight as a pharmaceutical bottle
And you could swallow a whole avocado
And two forty ounce bottles
To the end of the world, which to I would follow
Now, when I fuck you, the shit echos 'cause you pussy is so hollow
Turn your fat ass sideways
Your stressmarks are like the US highways
Fuck a new nigga every friday
Talking 'bout bust a nut, bitch I'll bust yo guts!
(You come so quick nigga)
Wonder why I come so quick?
With that wide ass pussy and soggy tits?
I'm trying to get the shit over with, and go to sleep!
But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend
Bet that baby we fuck for two and a half hours or three
You'd better study the 1-0-40 knowledge culture degree
About M-G-T, and G-C-C
'Cause you ain't shit, and your mother ain't shit
And your sister ain't shit, and your pussy ain't shit
That weave ain't shit, your ass ain't shit
Girl you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
But fuck it, yo
let me get this fucking phone
Yeah, get the motherfucking phone
Quit motherfuckers in our fucking
business. End the fuck, or I'll pull
the motherfucking chord out of the
Man, fuck that motherfucking socket.
Yo God, this bitch is bugging I'm sick of this shit motherfucker
Get the fuck out, I'm throwing
all the shit on the motherfucking
terrace, right now. I'm sick of
I'm on the phone! this shit, you and you shit out the
I'm on the phone! motherfucking closet right now. My
Well fuck you! name's on the motherfucking (???) too
Bitch, get the fuck out my nigga, I don't give a fuck, fuck that
house man shit, you get the fuck out my lab, all
these motherfuckers sleeping in the
fucking living room. My seeds run into
these motherfuckers, these niggaz are
Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey in their dirty motherfucking socks and
Fuck you, yo God, my bitch... shit. Fucking dirty toilet seats and
This bitch is stupid man shit. My seeds gotta sit on this shit.
Get these motherfuckers out this
Give this fucking crab ass motherfucking lab now. Get the fuck
girl the gas yo out. Every lat one of y'all mother-
You's a hoe bitch! fuckers. Get the fuck out my lab.
Come on you's a hoe!
you'se a hoe Motherfucker don't make me pick up
you'se a hoe this bottle. Don't make me pick up
you'se a hoe this motherfucking bottle.
you'se a hoe
hoe! hoe!
hoe! hoe! bastard! bastard!
hoe! hoe! bastard!
fuck you!
hoe! you fucking bastard!
hoe! bastard! bastard!
fuck you
Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God
bastard! bastard! bastard!
She's stupid dunn you're fucking dirty dick nigga
Yeah you're fucking stupid nigga
You're fucking stupid
You're fucking stupid
We'll be back son Now that's right, tell that
We'll be back motherfucker to call you back
'cause you ain't going to steal
this motherfucking phone
Artist: RZA
Album: RZA Presents Bobby Digital In Stereo
You ain't shit your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit your rings ain't shit
your gear ain't shit your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit nigga your whips ain't shit
Bobby you ain't shit nigga I'm the shit
you ain't shit your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit your rings ain't shit
your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga I'm the shit
you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit, Bobby you ain't shit
your rings ain't shit, your gear ain't shit
your jewels ain't shit, your kicks ain't shit
your whips ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit
You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
nigga, I'm the shit...
What the fuck y'all birds talking about?
Get the fuck out my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte
(But wait, fuck you motherfucker)
You wish you could fuck
Bitch, all you can do is dick suck
(Your ass can't fuck, that's why your wife left your monkey ass)
Fuck that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans
You don't scrub or wash clothes
Or buy food for making (???), bitch
You don't read to the seeds
All you do is watch tv and smoke weed
Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hairweave
Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe
Talking about you're going to leave?
Then bitch leave! What the fuck you're waiting for?
Hit the door, I ain't taking this shit no more!
Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach
Before you moved to my lab, bitch, I ain't never seen a roach
Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market
Take all the space in my closet, where the fuck's your logic?
Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth
And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse
You can't speak a sentence without a curse
Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse
Bitch, to be a nurse you got to go to shool first!
When I first met you, you was a hoe
I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you
But couldn't reach you, and you're still a hoe
Your father said you was a hoe
And when you leave me, bitch you're gonna be a hoe
Celluloid and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat
That raggy ass pussy a starving dog wouldn't eat
Started with the body of a model
Pussy tight as a pharmaceutical bottle
And you could swallow a whole avocado
And two forty ounce bottles
To the end of the world, which to I would follow
Now, when I fuck you, the shit echos 'cause you pussy is so hollow
Turn your fat ass sideways
Your stressmarks are like the US highways
Fuck a new nigga every friday
Talking 'bout bust a nut, bitch I'll bust yo guts!
(You come so quick nigga)
Wonder why I come so quick?
With that wide ass pussy and soggy tits?
I'm trying to get the shit over with, and go to sleep!
But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend
Bet that baby we fuck for two and a half hours or three
You'd better study the 1-0-40 knowledge culture degree
About M-G-T, and G-C-C
'Cause you ain't shit, and your mother ain't shit
And your sister ain't shit, and your pussy ain't shit
That weave ain't shit, your ass ain't shit
Girl you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
But fuck it, yo
let me get this fucking phone
Yeah, get the motherfucking phone
Quit motherfuckers in our fucking
business. End the fuck, or I'll pull
the motherfucking chord out of the
Man, fuck that motherfucking socket.
Yo God, this bitch is bugging I'm sick of this shit motherfucker
Get the fuck out, I'm throwing
all the shit on the motherfucking
terrace, right now. I'm sick of
I'm on the phone! this shit, you and you shit out the
I'm on the phone! motherfucking closet right now. My
Well fuck you! name's on the motherfucking (???) too
Bitch, get the fuck out my nigga, I don't give a fuck, fuck that
house man shit, you get the fuck out my lab, all
these motherfuckers sleeping in the
fucking living room. My seeds run into
these motherfuckers, these niggaz are
Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey in their dirty motherfucking socks and
Fuck you, yo God, my bitch... shit. Fucking dirty toilet seats and
This bitch is stupid man shit. My seeds gotta sit on this shit.
Get these motherfuckers out this
Give this fucking crab ass motherfucking lab now. Get the fuck
girl the gas yo out. Every lat one of y'all mother-
You's a hoe bitch! fuckers. Get the fuck out my lab.
Come on you's a hoe!
you'se a hoe Motherfucker don't make me pick up
you'se a hoe this bottle. Don't make me pick up
you'se a hoe this motherfucking bottle.
you'se a hoe
hoe! hoe!
hoe! hoe! bastard! bastard!
hoe! hoe! bastard!
fuck you!
hoe! you fucking bastard!
hoe! bastard! bastard!
fuck you
Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God
bastard! bastard! bastard!
She's stupid dunn you're fucking dirty dick nigga
Yeah you're fucking stupid nigga
You're fucking stupid
You're fucking stupid
We'll be back son Now that's right, tell that
We'll be back motherfucker to call you back
'cause you ain't going to steal
this motherfucking phone
Sser's , azi 05 06 07 o zi mare pt. mine am depasit numarul de 2000 de vizitatori diferiti si am ajuns sa pot uploada nr. maxim de poze care se pot pune pe o pagina piczo (2000 de poze) actualmente am aprocs(x). 700 de poze si deja pagina merge (se incarca) foarte greu recomand un 512 RAM pt vizionare ;)) merge si cu 256 dar in acest caz , dupa deschiderea paginii lasati calculatorul vreo 5-8minute pana incarca toate pozele sper sa pot face ceva in aceasta privinta cat despre comentarii este foarte simplu la "name" scrieti numele iar la "message" mesajul , nu este nevoie sa aveti pagina pe piczo pt. a lasa mesaj(comentariu) oricine poate comenta , va multumesc inca odata cu aceasta ocazie tuturor celor care "urmaresc" sau au deschis macar odata (de curiozitate) aceasta pagina sper sa fie cel putin la fel de interesanta (sau nu) si pe viitor , multa sanatate tuturor si spor la ce faceti :D sper sa va pot face sa radeti ;))
Duminica 10.06.07 adica ziua a zecea din luna iunie(a sasea) anul 2007 doua mii sapte , "La Baraj" un inceput foarte grozav , la 9 30 la gara ;)) dupa un somn de 5 ore shi 30 de minute .... sambata seara (09.06.07) petrecuta in "Tom&Jerry" in incercarea de a stabili o ora de plecare si ceva plan de bataie pt. ziua de duminica planuri care le-am tot pregatit pana la 11 45 ;)) la o binemeritata bericica , care au fost mai multe;)) LoL asa si , initial trebuia sa fim prezentzi la gara la 8 30 dar vazand ca intarziem cu somnul asa mult adica nu mai ajungem acasuca, din motive de siguranta , am hotarat amanarea la 9 30 pt. a preveni eventualii "intarziati" ;)) sau somnorosi shi cum ne-am intalnit asa la 9 30 la gara :)) am aflat ca busul nostru urma sa porneasca la 10 de la IMUM :)) (nr.18) si super entuziasmati , am fost nevoiti sa bagam un "sprint" pana la imum unde era o gramda de oameni care....asteptau toti nr 18 :)) si in final dupa inca 10 minute de asteptare o ajuns si busu nost la statie , neam imbarcat si am pornit foarte bucurosi , ca in poveste , spre baraj.....(uau)eram vreo 6 aprocs(x) Sandy , Bebe , Raluca , Levy , KeTeK si Stan :)) si ... dupa un drum plin de "peripetii" am ajuns la destinatie alias Baraj unde am tras o "tabara" ca in poveste .....
Parca am promis ceva funduri pt. rating :-" speram sa fie unul mai dragut , dar acuma o sa va multumiti cu ce este :))=))=)) LoL oricum ......super calumea salteaua lu' Sandy ms de tura ;)) catr despre umflatul saltelei.....:-" era o pompa.....super calumea adica STAS ce sa zic iO cea mai tare pompa , la fiecare pompa bagata producea un suierat ;)) super frumos , dar am avut niste vecini de tabara foarte de treaba care "nu au auzit" suieratul" ;)) vai.....
Aici avem o sirena pe bune :D LoL :D adica partea mediana a unei sirene :-" (partea mediana=abdomen)
Levy , Sirena si KeTeK , cei doi "slujitori" :))=)) ai "sirenei" cica palme pe post de lopeti :)) o dat la greu pana la namolurile din "Techerghiol" adica de peste lac...in rest o fost oK .....oricum in calitate de patron al saltelei mi se pare normal sa nu contribuie la deplasare .....oricum de treaba "sirena" asta ;)
Un nor care incerca sa ne strice ziua dar lam suflat.....adica o facut KeTeK o incantatie , un dans pt. ploaie si gata o venit vreme buna :D de care am profitat din plin pana pe la opt seara.....
Era un somn de vreo 2 m dar , ... pana sa fac poza o ramas numai stropii de apa .....:|:( ,......oricum era foarte mare in jur de 2 m sau peste super stasa faza.....si pe la vreo o ra doua de faza asta am prins eu un somn de 2 0re ;)) asha am dormit ,......(numai minciuni...)
Tu est une con , cu franceza mea de balta :))
Da ,......Levy jucand carti , ocupatie care nu il caracterizeaza el fiind preocupat mai mult de uciderea Friszbiurilor ("disce" din alea zburatoare care au un "smaili" pe ele.....) personal am vazut cum imi ucide Friszbiul :| la aruncat cat a putut de tare , ......si la lasat acolo .......in memoria Friszbiului , un moment de reculegere,.....sper sal gaseasca cineva in rest R.I.P. pt. cel mai bun preten , dupa Scandura ,......era de acord cu orice ii propuneam ;)) intotdeauna vesel.....etc. etc.
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Alta duminica , 17 iunie 2007 ;)) (anfachingbalivabal) LoL tot la baraj acelasi loc , adevarul ii ca o fost super tare data trecuta ca sa nu mai mergem odata tot acolo , asa ca neam adunat iarasi si de data asta am pornit mai repede , am mers cu busu' de opt(ora opt) ...asa ca la ora noua(9) eram deja asezati :D si o parte din noi , in apa,.....si o fost mult mai bine asa de la ora opt...am avut loc sa ne asezam unde am vrut era goala padurea doar lumea cu corturile care oricum erau imprastiati(pe tot malul)..... o dimineata destul de primitoare , dupa o dupa amiaza in care eram sigur ca o sa ploua dar am avut noroc (Cel de Sus :)) o tinut cu noi) nu a plouat, o dimineata cu cer variabil , oamenii erau un pic sceptici in privinta vremii asa ca o fost STaS lume mai putina , mai mult spatiu pt. noi :D LoL in fine o super duminica ca si toate duminicile petrecute cu "timul"......
My New Grand Master Levy & Me ....tot acolo, mda , nu-s multe de spus "Freaks only" :D
:D PINK , Cartman in roz......adica in negru mai mult , si ceva dungi roz... ca la zebra...."Zebra ii neagra cu dungi albe sau alba cu dungi negre :-\?" oricum era plin de "roz" pe acolo pe jos , daca ma intelegeti adica prin padure pe jos din loc in loc era destul de roz.....:-" KeTeK foarte amuzat de situatie si Stan ....cu roz dupa gat ....
Foarte simplu , KeTeK cauta o bucata de nisip in apa , sau o piatra mai mare , se aseaza bine pe ea , astfel in cat sa aiba o aderenta crescuta , "infuleca" o gura buna de aer dupa care se face "gugut" , Macs(x)well pune picioarele peste umerii lui KeTeK , ii "lanseaza" un semnal dupa care KeTeK face ca un arc adica de destinde brusc din pozitia "gugut" in pozitia "drepti" in acest fel Macs(x)well este propulsat (aruncat) , oferinduise ocazia de a face un Backflip , iar KeTeK foarte bine surprins aici parca ar fi un Terminator ;)) LoL nici Maxie nu este mai prejos ..... fiind bine imortalizat , chiar la intrarea in apa ... , mai in spate un pic pe o saltea , plaja , Ramona , ramasa neatinsa de apa care se imprastie in toate partile , totul a fost foarte bine calculat si nimeni nu a patit nimic , noi am facut asta , voi nu trebuire sa faceti , nu incercati asta acasa , in vana va puteti rupe gatul....
Desi a afirmat odata ca nu o sa se mai ocupe niciodata de "facerea" mancarii , Tidehunter aici alias Levy o avut parte din nou de mancare si facerea ei , nu asa mult ca de alta data :-" dar o stat si el pe langa foc....avand grija de :D mancare si o iesit super buna ca de obicei adevarul ii ca are ecs(x)perienta in acest domeniu ceea ce ii confera statutul de bucatar sef adica supervizor "Levy , ii destul de prajit?" sau "Levy , sa mai pun ulei?!?!?!" dar noah fiecare stie sa faca ceva mai bine decat celalalt a da era sa uit se mai pricepe la omorat Friszibiuri.....:|
Tot in jurul focului , flamanzi , de la un moment dat am amortit , nam mai simtit stomacul , noroc cu sandviciurile lui KeTeK care neo mai prelungit agonia pana la facerea mancarii , in rest toate bune , am strans si lemne din padure(uscaturi) ca doar trebe lemne pt. foc , si focul o iesit bine un foc OK can poveste cu final puternic ;)) LoL si multi bolovani in jurul lui "bolovani" :-"
Detalii , detalii :-@ :-" ...
Ce privire , cata inteligenta , cata stapanire de sine , cat control , dea dreptul uluitor ....nu cred ca suntem intro duminica , la baraj ca sa ne distram....
In poza asta se vede foarte bine ce multa lume era peacolo.....numa Stan si KeTeK pe salteaua lu' Sandy.....:-" si in rest , mai mult spatiu pt. noi :D , am facut ceva valuri ...:))=))=)) nu foarte tare ca se erodeaza malul si nui bine pt. ecosistem(care si asa ii cam ......)
Raul , cu tricou pe el , Ramona si Grand Master Levy la "pescuit" pe baraj , adica bronzat , mai exact, parca ii mai liniste in larg si ii altfel decat la mal(bronzatul in sine) aici nu prea este umbra in schimb este apa din belsug :))=)) o rostogolire peo parte si gata......am murit , in cazul meu ;)) LoL
Ultimul lucru pe care il face tipul asta nainte sa "plece" dincolo, LoL, era doar "Love is in the wather"(not air)
KeTeK , salvand si jucanduse cu Friszbi ;)) al doilea Friszbi , primul fiind deja pe fundul lacului R.I.P. acesta a ajuns aici in memoria celuilalt ....dar si acest Friszbi sferic sfarseste tragic , este ars pt. mantuirea celuilalt ;)) LoL
Apartinand Ramonei , aceste nepretuite bijuterii au onoarea de a fi purtate de aceasta cu diferite ocazii , ele(bijuteriile) apartin perioadei renascentiste cu influente nu stiu de care , mai vechi , care ofera acestora o frumusete nemaintalnita , oricum leam lua arata foarte bine , iar parerea specialistilor nu mai are nici o relevanta ele fiind foarte apreciate de publicul larg iar Spirala ca semn arata evolutia , dezvoltarea , viitorul si faptul ca inelul nu se inchide ne indica faptul ca persoana respectiva are un statut social bine determinat apartinand unei clase sociale superioare cat despre cercei , primul lucru pe care il observam este culoarea , rosie , oculoare vie , plina de viata , sanatoasa , apoi forma , ... ... ... ... ...ce texte LoL numa vrajala ... scrise din cap la plesneala , nu va luati dupa ele :)) :-j
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Dupa 2 weekend-uri la Baraj , am ajuns din nou pe Creasta Cocosului (23 06 2007) :))=)) de fiecare data ii altfel.....acuma am mers spre celalat capat (Gutinul cred) unde mai erau ceva stanci foarte spectaculoase (pt noi) cat despre drumul pana acolo :((:(( plin de afine si ienupar, cred oricum erau unul langa altul shi nu puteai merge numai taranduti picioarele printre ele (plante) zgariinduti picioarele foarte STAS ;)) .......detalii detalii ....
Cam asa arata zona cand am ajuns acolo .....o gramada de nori ....., ceata .....si multa buna dispozitie nimik nu putea strica o duminica in "familie" iar ploaia dinate cu vreo 2 zile a accentuat verdele padurii si in general culoriile de pe acolo
In stanga Stan cu Cart si limonada , adica 2 lamai curatate 6 linguri de zahar , puse pe aragaz la "topit"(dizolvat) dupa care aruncate intr-o "oiaga"(sticla alias flacon) si completat cu apa . In dreapta Stan, Cart, KeTeK pregatindu-se de lovitura "Celesta" :)) se poate vedea si in privirea acestuia ca nui prieste aerul de munte iar biata Curly asculta Omul cu Sobolani , Mainile sus , nestiind ce i se pregateste.... ... .. . R.I.P.
Pantaloni 3 sfert versus pantaloni lungi si shoes-zi( black , shoes-zii de duminica :)) ) iar in dreapta niste vaci :)) cele mai tari vaci <<qFoarte tare>> aici Stan facea Muuuuuuuuuuuu si brusc vacile au "cuplat" :))
O omida "crispata" prinsa in roua diminetii taranduse pe mana lu' Stan culoarea maro merge foarte bine cu negrul de pe spate si lateral , negru foarte clar si accentuat , iar in dreapta stan , iarasi Stan pe o carare intre ceva copaci ....
Aici nu am mai ajuns , era prea departe , daca mergeam pana acolo ne lua noapte prin padure , si nu cred ca ii prea placut ...cat despre crengile uscate din imaginea din dreapta parca erau de pe alta lume , o mare portiune de pamant cu contur neregulat dar bine delimitat, o priveliste foarte superba , un frumos ciudat , nu ma pricep prea bine la cuvinte , sa explic cam cum ar veni treaba...
In poza din stanga , am folosit o diafragma f45 , incercand sa obtin un timp de raspuns mare , facand iarba sa para in miscare , deoarece vantul batea foarte tare iar cioata sa fie fixa dar , dar vremea schimbatoare , aici (la altitudine , cerul variaza foarte repede,....odata soare odata nori ,plus ca nici vantul nu vroia sa bata tare constant , ba mai crestea ba mai scadea in intensitate nu mia permis o poza ecs(x)act cum as fi vrut eu dar din ce am reusit am pus aici de "mostra" :)) iar in dreapta drumul....
1)-pe creasta! unde-s cinci e un ... sir(indian sau romanesc):P in orice caz, vantu batea!
2)-mitza! in postura de super erou, stan a ramas tot un prunc care crede in puterea desenelor animate
3)-tipa in negru! uite asta zic si eu femeie curajoasa, sexy!nu ma poate acuza nimeni de vrajeala in ceea ce periveste poza asta, ca-s fata; apropos,ma numesc oana si dau titluri pozelor facute de stan si Co.
4)-andrei! andrei (boss)umflat, respectiv (desz)umflat
5)-andrei! andrei cu haina/jacheta pe el. ce sa-i faci? vantu' rules!
6)-mitza! stan abandonat pe-un piss-c! lol!
7)-levi& andrei! levi si andrei pe-o sa de-a crestei!
8)-bocanci! picioare adunate parca pentru un "start"; oare se gandeau sa alunece pe iarba ca ursuletu din reclama cu milka, pana-n copaceii aia "mici???????
9)-levi si inca 2! resting moment:P
10)-mitza paravan?! cred ca mitza era pe post de fotograf/parasolar pentru levi; habar n-am!
11)-levi! levi pe post de soim;
12)-levi! levi pe post de fetus;
13)-stan si-nca unu! altruismul lui S.M.I era pe pause; nu are nici o reactie de induiosare la "lesinu" omului de langa el; ce om!?
14)-levi! vantu versus levi!
15)-porumbei! 2 lovers?!?
16)-pletosu cu talpa! cuie/ace de brad,molid, smth pe-acolo?
17)-poza de grup! say cheesse, say bees, say please, abureala.............
18)-relicve! uitatele comori ale trecutei Romanii si-ale vechiului regim!
Duminica 01.07.2007 (alta duminica) acuma pe Ignis , imi cer scuze pt. intarzierea "vrajelii"(vrajeala=tecs(x)t) ....din cauza unor probleme "tehnice" nu am putut pune nimic pe pajina si am ramas o leaca in urma cu realitatea , sper sa ma redresez si as nu se adune prea multe , de acea pun acuma ceva poze , la care sar putea sa adaug ceva "vrajala" mai incolo :D ms pt intelegere , oricum o poza face cat o mie de cuvinte :-" :D sper :))
Dupa cum bine stiati deja , in poza din dreapta aveam dea face cu cateva flori de "MuHHhhhhre" o da,... mure.....:D accentul nu se aude prea bine aici dar cred ca se intelege,....;)) iar in inflorescenta din stanga o foare foarte ciudata , are o simetrei foarte interesanta ceea ce mia atras atentia si cand esti "live" cu ea acolo parca ii mai interesanta :-J in fine super , pt. mine ;)) iar mai jos un pic avem un fluture care nu mai putea de frig de aceea lam manevrat cum am vrut noi da la scurt timp dupa ce lam pus in palma , a inceput sa se incalzeasca , luandusi zborul la scurt timp in fine suna cam aiurea ce am scris dar asta ma caracterizeaza , din pacate :-" numai yO pot scrie asa interesant
19)-poza de grup2! cei sase magnifici + ala ce a facut poza=tot 7 nu?
20)-peisaje x2 doar stiti ca stan m-i romantik!:P
21)-caine portret! jur si promit! cainele ala asa semana cu mitza! doar ca sac! avea barba mai lunga! asta inseamna ca era si mai intelept:))
22)-de toate pt toti! flori, ciuperci de copac, omizi/omide(care stie forma corecta ii bazat), dupa aia fluturi,fragutze, soparla , un craniu de cal,panza de paianjen, utilaje grele cu mitza pe ele(dick rima)!
24)-peisaj! nu stiu cine a fost autoru: levi sau s.t.i, da-i mandru!
25)-ierburi! stelute verzi la PROPRIU!! haha
26)-master and commander! Jedi levi.
27)-inima intoarsa! nu pea joc carti deci am sa zic simplu: o inima intoarsa:)
28)-master and ...2! iara El si vantu!
29)-kennedy "kennedy" and the ROCK
30)-too close cu ochiu'n 1 ?!?
31)-iancu! stan tragea la masea!deh! avea nevoie de couraje!
32)-cainii! za dogs! soare era, asa cacredca erau si hot la o adik, daca va era foame numa blana va putea incurca.
33)-nenea! olec mac lo chema? asa scrie pe basca, anyway!
34)-tipa! again sexy :P
35)-the 4s never look behind
36)-dillema mihai e un baiat ce locuieste in baia mare; prin baia mare trece un rau- sai- zicem asa, care se numeste Sasar; acuma el, pentru ca acasa in oras caldura era mare si Sasaru scazuse, mihai se gandea sa-i aduca un omagiu; "sa sar? sa nu sar? asta era intrebarea! ce mai?! shakespeare, nu alta
37)-3 doamne si toti 3! through the woods!
38)-omida se poarta verdele!
39)-u and it! what a sweet moment!era deparazitat, vaccinat cainele? intreb asa, aiurea;
O ...........da...........Method Man & Mary J. , "You're all I need" ehhhh, cand eram yO mic ce mai ascultam piesa asta era (inca mai ii) piesa magica adica merge 24/7 fara sa te plictisesti de ea, in videoclip apare un pick de scandal dar ii foarte tare, cea mai tare, iarasi numi ajung cuvintele sa ma exprim,.....naspa, in fine piesa asta face legea Wu World Order
40)-trilogia! 3 mini-uri intr-un unu; super tare "coincidenta" cu numaru: ELF, HA-HA
:))=))=)) tot duminica , 15.07.2007 ne indreptam spre Piatra Bulzului dar am fost prost coordonati si noi neatenti , nu am observat marcajul ;)) la care un "nenea" de peacolo citez "daca avea ceva bikini roz pe sajata , poate cal vedeati..." dar asa , nam bagat de sama..... oricum am avut parte de o duminica foarte placuta am tot mers pana neam saturat de umblat apoi neam pus si am papat merindea dupa care am tras niste chipuri(am fotografiat) "wild life" ;)) alias gonji de pacolo si cand sa ne pornim napoi auzim un motor (de fapt erau doar rotile pe pamant ca motorul era oprit) eu speram sa fie o caravana Playboy :D dar oricum a fost foarte bine si asa era o masina de teren autentica si niste oameni foarte de treaba , neau scapat de ceva drum , luandune cu ei , si apoi am aflat ca piatra bulzului era in cealata parte si noi de fapt am vazuto la urcare dar nu stiam ca aceea este piatra cu pricina , apoi nea povestit despre ursii si rasii(lynx) care se perindeaza pe acolo si ca nu ar fi fost mare lucru sa ni se intersecteze drumurile apoi a zis ca am avut noroc ca nu am dat de vipere,.....:| oricum era ceva interesant , :D poze :D la vipere:D si tot dastea si timpul a trecut si neam trezit "jos" pe langa ceva afluent al Firizei unde am poposit o vreme , mia facut placere sa fac pe "God" hranind pestii si nainte sa coboram din masina am vazut cea mai draguta fata de la facerea lumii , daca nu ma credetzi pe cuvant , intrebati de Levy sau KeTeK pacat ca eram in masina, LevY nu a izbutit sa traga niste cadre adecvate pt. pajina , ...era "The Girl" ce mai...si ketek o zi parca ar fi fost o faza din filme noi ne uitam inmarmuriti ea era cu spatele si cand am trecut de ea , sa intors cu o rasucire de poveste si a zambit subtil asa cum trebuie, ce privire , ce forme, ce piele ,... numai gata ,...in fine si dupa ce am stat peacolo(la valea aceea de hraneam pestii) vine un patrol cu "domnita" si noi pe LEvY "MaHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sper ca nai ratat momentul si ai facut 543875935374poze :D!!!????" la care levy , putzin speriat,....:D upsss,...trebuia???.... :|:|:|: in fine apoi restul au fost numai detalii , am ramas cu gandul la domnita si mergeam ca zomby , obositi spre casuca caci mai aveam mult de mers , pana acasa....si cateodata intrebam pe ketek ,..."Ai vazut???" la care el ....":| ...las' ne punem aici cortul si stam de paza pana vine napoi" dar nu mai avea sa se intoarca niciodata napoi ,...si de atunci cand trece cate un Patrol ridic putin emotionat privirea ma uit dar ea nu mai apare niciodata:-j LoL:))=)) si cum am trecut noi asa pe langa pescarie , ....unde normal ca erau pastravi :D ce vorba ne vine in minte,...."Are Balta Peste!!!" dar nici un peste nui la fel,....bla bla bla....ar mai fi cateva de zis dar nu vreau sa va plitisesc asha ca va las shi o sa incerc sa mai revin pe parcurs,....
În prima poză din stânga , un fluture simpatic , ca toţi fluturii, puternic contrastat de floarea ROZ ;)) , era un fluture fotomodel ,....Levy(GrandMaster care încearcă să devină HolyMaster) o tras multe cadre, de aceea ii ziceam fotomodel la fluture, mai zbura el de pe o floare pe alta dar numai pe distanţe scurte si nu era deloc(nu părea)deranjat de faptul că ne holbam la el ca nisţe ameţiţi iar populaţia băştinasă se uita la noi ca la niste Alieni ;)) :-J oricum erau prea obosiţi ca să zică să nu facem poze in gradina cu flori(unde era fluturele) treceau se uitau si apoi dispăreau in năbuşeala orei 12 era foarte cald ....si nasol....in fine dupa ce am mai mers o bucată de vreme , am ajuns la afluentul de care va povesteam anterior (afluent al firizei) unde am zăbovit o ţâra , acolo era o domniţă cu 2 câini foarte simpatici dintre care unul imortalizat in dreapta dupa multe alintări şi ''mângâieri'' mai era un căţeluş mai micuţ dar nu la fel de prietenos , era probabil emoţionat din cauza aparatului şi nea părăsit mai repede...oricum era aceeaşi rasă , doar cu alte culori ,....apoi am continuat sa urcăm pe lângă Firiza unde Levy a reuşit sa pună pe cameră incă doi fluturi ce se hrăneau liniştiţi pe câteva flori)poza din stânga un pic mai jos....cromatica este deosebită , parerea mea(de amator) fluturii camuflânduse foarte bine printre aceste plante tot pe aci (aici) am facut încă un popas şi ne-am racorit mâinile cu apa rece de munte a Firizei şi am trecut la costumaţia de plajă ....
În poza de sus , o şopârlă micuţă , dar foarte sprintenă avea ''haste'' din cauza căldurii dar nu a reuşit să se salveze şi a fost supusă unei mici şedinţe foto asta până când am observat super goanga de mai jos din stănga cred ca este un croitor dar nu sunt sigur, oricum zbura foarte greoi şi de aceea nu a fost deloc greu de imortalizat iar când am observat ce culori vii are am ramas uimit ...şi pe jos era destul de incet dar parcă se descurca mai bine decât în aer....aş incerca să zic că e albastru cu pete negre....dar dacă e negru şi sa vopsit:/ apoi nu vreau să mă cert cu el,....şi in final locul de hodină aici am gasit şi lipitoarea asta draguţă pe care am şi hrănito , părea flămândă şi miera milă de ea am zis decât să moară mai bine îi dau ceva de mâncare ,şi cum nu prea aveam sânge la noi săi dăm sa pape am zis ia so hrănesc yO ;)) LoL... şi apoi a apărut maşina de care vam mai zis prin ''Introducere'' că îi auzeam doar roţiile era pantă mare acolo, mergea singură la vale, noroc cu Levy care nu prea are taine in vorbire şi nea facut loc şi nouă sa ne scutim o leacă picioarele că oricum mai era ''har domnului'' de mers destul,... şi apoi am coborât la locul unde era căţeluşul ala simpatic şi am mai facut un pic pe god cu peştii levy a imortalizat ceva libelule peacolo şi tot aici am văzuto a 2-a oară pe ''The Girl'' trecând cu Patrolu' de era săl linşăm pe Levy că a ratat cadrele,......
41)-ei si masina! uitati-va la baietii aia doi din stanga; au ajuns fara haine pe ei; nenea cred ca avea mai multe randuri de haine pe el, ca la momentu pozei parea destul de lejer:p oricum, ideea e ca bolidu ala cu numaru de inmatriculare MAY,merge cu 233 km/h, pe drum accidentat, da. pe bune vb!
21/22 iulie 2007 iară-şi la baraj ,...de data asta cu cortu, pe incredibila perioadă de 2 zile, în prima poză aveţi prilejul de a vedea trei corturi impresionante iar cel mai adevărat (cel clasic) fiind "casa" lui Levy şi a Gabrielei şi a mea ....super STAS , o poză de bine aţi venit , efectuată sâmbătă o parte din lume ajunsă de sâmbătă dimineaţă , Andrei,Sandy,Raluca ,Levy sosit pe la amiază, iar muncitorul de mine ajuns cu busul de 6 , deodată cu Gaby.
Aici , era deja duminica dimineaţă , după ce sâmbătă seara(noaptea, ora 12) am facut o băiţă târzie pt. a fi "cool" :)) , tot azi era şi ziua lui Andrei , 20 de ani , după ce, aseară a facut un semiduş cu bere , apoi băiţă rece in baraj , apoi a reuşit să fie mai tare decât MacGiver , făcându-si un ceai din ceva muguri de brad şi coada şoricelului , toate fierte intr-o cutie de bere , dezinfectată prin foc...în spate încă mai fumegă ceva , ceva ce cu puţin timp în urmă era un "mega" foc, dar timpul şi-a pus amprenta şi asupra lui...tot în această poză puteţi deasemenea admira un model de Levy care se bronzează îmbrăcat , bineînţeles , cu faţa protejată de puternicele raze solare X ;)) alături de el fiind Gaby care ştie cam cum stă treaba cu bronzatu, în picioare Raluca, urmărind atentă ce se întâmplă , într-un plan un pic mai îndepărtat la cortul Raluca, Andrei şi Peti puteţi admira un set de picioare(ale lui Peti cel Somnoros) , două "corniţe" ale Alexandrei , iar în lateral Andrei , în dreapta jos ceva mizerie :)) care o plecat deodată cu noi, PĂSTRAŢI CURĂŢENIA !!!
Nelipsita poză de grup :)) , aceaşi echipă , o apariţie noua Gaby , şi cam aşa so petrecut acea o zi jumate cu cortul , plus ceva vreme în apă , plus ceva vreme in cort , plus un pic de somn şi back to work :! ...
27.07.2007 o superbă zi de vineri , numai bună de calatorit o început foarte de dimineaţă , pe la 5 45 , trenul era la 6 45 dar cu drumul până la gară cu sosirea lui KeTeK , mereu întârziată ;)) trebuia sa ne asigurăm o bucată de vreme pt. eventualele abateri de la orarul stabilit,....urma sa mergem cu trenul o gramadă de vreme,.....KeTeK stia el o treabă , sa asigurat cu 2 reviste din domeniul PC si no mai avut treabă pe tren(aprox.3 ore din 6+7 petrecute pe tren) că şi revistele se termină la un moment dat şi apoi incepi să cauţi ceva de lucru ba mai mergi la toaletă din 5 în 5 minute ba mai ieşi la geam , ba mai tragi un "chip" cu Levy asta până când începi să comunici cu "colegii" de compartiment sau mai bine zis până îşi dau ei drumul şi nu se mai opresc din vorbit(glumesc) am avut nişte colegi foarte de treabă , tot încercau sa doarmă numai nu reuşeau ,fie le făcea LEvz poze (la greu) fie mă distram eu cu bliţul oricum nu aţipeau sau poate eram noi de vină :)) poate nu dormeau din cauza noastră :-" oricum drumul a fost o adevărată plăcere ....scaunele alea super comode parcă mi sa şi făcut dor de ele şi de specificul sunet facut de calea de rulare a trenului la îmbinarea şinelor , mai apoi am ănceput să ieşim pe peron unde era un peisaj parcă rupt din paradis plin de super domniţe care mergeau toate in aceeaşi direcţie cu noi , dar , intotdeauna este un dar , asta e nu ai ce face ,dar ,...... ;)) aşa. şi cum am tot mers cu trenul o bună bucataă de vreme ajungem la destinaţie coborâm liniştiţi din tren dupa care lumea incepe sa ne asalte " Cazare , domnu' , camere , nu doriţi?!?!...." după care intreabă pe altcineva "Cazare....???" mbine că noi de data asta naveam treabă , Levy avuse grijă de toate ...era un domn Radu , prieten cu Levy la care urma sa ne cazăm , Radu era aici şi ne văzuse , iar dupa ce nea facut cunoştinţă am pornit toţi spre "noua noastră casă" (pt. 3 zile) am luat un taxi şi am pornit spre Dumbravei ,.... o zonă draguţă chiar lângă pădure , răcoroasă numai bună de stat pe aceea vreme caniculară cu o grădină frumos îngrijită. Era un loc foarte frumos , dupa "prezentarea" interfonului am urcat , un apartament echipat cu mult gust , nea fost prezentată restul familiei , doamna X , mama lui Radu şi motanul Timotei care avea o treabă prestabilită din partea lui Radu , am pus bagajele jos , am servit o masă caldă foarte gustoasă , in absenţa lui KeTeK care (cică nui era foame) in fine după care am pornit spre Cetate neam luat nişte repere pt. întoarcerea acasă şi am plecat.....(sa facem poze....)
Casele astea , sunt deja pozate din turnul cetăţii , unde am ajuns , nu foarte greu , după cum ne aşteptam noi , credeam că o să fie înghesuială mare dar a fost lejer , cel puţin de data asta , în planul îndepartat , deasupra copacilor se poate vedea foarte frumos acoperişul bisericii din Deal şi liceul (am uitat numele , liceului), mai jos desenele unor tineri care incearcă să câştige un "ban" , detaliile sunt foarte frumoase , ...apoi o imagine de ansamblu , urmată de "cărările" din cetate , nu foarte aglomerate la acea oră. În interiorul Turnului puteţi deasemenea vedea o colecţie de elemente medievale , trusă de chirurgie , colecţie de diferite recipiente de sticlă folosite în medicină pt. păstrarea "medicamentelor" , arme tipice acelor vremuri , ţesături , detalii care nu pot fi fotografiate din cauza sistemului de pază .
Tot în Turn , încercând să surprind un cadru deosebit , in stânga puteţi vedea o parte mai intunecată a cetăţii, mai jos , "atelier" de body painting , tatuaje pt. 2-3 săptamâni , vis-a-vis de acea poză , iO şi KeTeK în Turn , made by Levy....
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19 08 (august) 2007 Am ajuns , unde...? , pe Creasta Cocoşului ,....Cart(man) , Macs(x)well, Eva, Levy,KeTeK,...,Noemi... hodinindu-ne in drumul spre Creastă, şi bineînţeles , eu , făcătorul de poze LoL
După o lungă perioadă de stat dejaba , am reuşit să fac câteva noi poze pt. "magica" mea pajină ,...o plimbărică pafară şi deja am câteva cadre trase.
Sighisoara anului 2008, in aceasta panorama puteti admira cetatea Sighisoarei, vazuta de la Villa Frank.
Am ajuns si anul acesta la Sighisoara, am campat (tras cortul) la Aquaris 15rol/noapte/persoana, aici au avut un pic de pierdut, deoarece Cart avea un cort de patru persoane si a dormit singur in el :))=)) oricum toate bune. Am plecat vreo 9: Ana (pretena lui Levy), Levy, Ralu,Oli.(pretenul Ralucai), Mariana (pretena lu' KeTeK), Cartman, Andreea (pretena mea) si subsemnatul :))=)) alias Stan. O calatorie splendida eram 5(Ana Levy Cart Andreea Stan) intr-un compartiment de 6 locuri, ultima iesire cred (de pe bancile facultatii, ultima iesire la pret redus) si inca cate 2(Mariana/KeTeK, Ralu'/Oli.) in alte doua compartimente. Am reusit sa ma distrez in compania a doua moriste de plastic primite la achizitionarea unor mici bomboane, Cart reuseste chiar sa ma "taie" cu una din ele, care ulterior zboara pe geam, topindu-se suportul de plstic din cauza frecarii, erau scoase pe geam trenul mergea jmecher si asa sa dus una .... . Ajunsi acolo nu eram siguri daca o sa dormim la cort sau la casute, cica era ceva cazare la 2euro/noapte la "Central" grupurile sanitare nefiind gata(nu au primit verde pentru cazare) suntem nevoiti sa mergem la Aquaris, ajungem tragem corturile, primul Oli. apoi ajutat de el, eu si Andreea, apoi Cart, care este surprins de o ploita(prima) si ratam tragerea cortului lui Cart, care se enerveaza oleaca, si ii strica toata buna dispozitie pt. excursie(buna dispozitie stricata deja, de prezenta mea, in acelasi compartiment cu Cart). Aici(la Aquaris, in corturi) petrecem o scurta perioada de timp(Cart Ana Levy Oli Raluca Andreea Stan), pana la incetarea ploii, timp in care KeTeK si Mariana se cazeaza la un hotel. Dupa masa, spre seara, prima iesire impreuna in cetate, aceeasi cetate ca si in 2007 aceeasi lume buna, nimic nou sub soare doar o parte din suveniruri s-au schimbat si un pic atmosfera, din cauza vremii, dar in rest era oK. dupa iesire sorbim linistiti cate un sucut sau o mica mamaliguta , dupa caz, apoi fiecare catre acoperisurile lor.
