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Lo mejor de todo es la digievolucion que han tenido... sobre todo el cantante.
YouTube - Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Round 2003
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Lo mejor de todo es la digievolucion que han tenido... sobre todo el cantante.
YouTube - Dead or Alive - You Spin Me Round 2003
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Efectivamente no hay Dios.
Si se trata de algun tipo de protesta yo la apoyo.
Entonces que, lo dicho, un sindios.
Si se trata de algun tipo de protesta yo la apoyo.
Entonces que, lo dicho, un sindios.
Forero del todo a cienMax_Demian
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihtZtUpn7sQ
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
tony soprano
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Admins, vale que estén en huelga, todo el mundo tiene derecho a ello.
Pero en toda huelga deben cumplirse unos servicios mínimos, y esto es inadmisible. Casi 100 mensajes de una línea en tres días y en todos ellos la palabra "inbecil"
a no ser que le esté comiendo la polla a alguno claro, entonces lo entendería, así como la permanencia de la susodicha en esta santa e infecta casa
Pero en toda huelga deben cumplirse unos servicios mínimos, y esto es inadmisible. Casi 100 mensajes de una línea en tres días y en todos ellos la palabra "inbecil"
a no ser que le esté comiendo la polla a alguno claro, entonces lo entendería, así como la permanencia de la susodicha en esta santa e infecta casa
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Pues yo en las épocas en las que tenía ganas de crear hilos, llegué a estar unas 12 horas conectado (verificado con reloj) para ver qué me respondía la gente. Es triste cuando ves que se ha hecho de noche y estás rodeado de latas de Coca Cola. Tus padres dejan de hablarte porque tú prefieres estar en el foro antes que preguntarles cómo les ha ido el día y el gato empieza a arañarte la espalda para que lo alimentes.
En realidad, no sé por qué hablo de todo ésto como si hubiera pasado hace mucho. Sigo igual.
En realidad, no sé por qué hablo de todo ésto como si hubiera pasado hace mucho. Sigo igual.
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tony soprano rebuznó:Admins, vale que estén en huelga, todo el mundo tiene derecho a ello.
Pero en toda huelga deben cumplirse unos servicios mínimos, y esto es inadmisible. Casi 100 mensajes de una línea en tres días y en todos ellos la palabra "inbecil"
a no ser que le esté comiendo la polla a alguno claro, entonces lo entendería, así como la permanencia de la susodicha en esta santa e infecta casa
Secundo la moción.
Main man rebuznó:
Secundo la moción. Main ya tiene las cartucheras así que le quedarían bien un par de pistolas.
Me encanta el ambiente que se respira estos dos últimos días, primero la revolución de la publicidad ( ¿Sigue ahí? yo ya no la veo ) perfectamente ejemplificada con la parábola del antenista, luego la huelga de los admins y este ambiente enrarecido en el que todavía nadie se atreve a cruzar el umbral. Todos sabemos que en el fondo nos observan, pero coño, reconocerme que os gustaría aprovechar para ir un poco más allá.
La invasión al foro putas sería una perfecta... nada nada no he dicho nada.
TONICIPRIANI
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Lo que le falta a este foro es el efecto Invasion Boomerang, todos cargamos contra un subforo, el de informatica ni mirarlo, hacer que el servidor reviente un par de horas y asi de la explosión resultante renacera todo lo bueno del foro, me lo imagino y veo holocaustos cada Semana.
Leyenda
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Ahora vengo, ahora me voy
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"A Boy Named Grumete Hediondo"
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this extra chromosome and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Grumete Hediondo."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Grumete Hediondo."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My penis got hard and my wits got quín,
I'd roam from forum to forum to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was PL in mid-July
And I just hit forum and my asshole was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew of warm you-know-what.
At an old subforum on a forum of mud,
There at a thread, proving stupidity,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Grumete Hediondo."
Well, I knew that retard snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Grumete Hediondo!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a princess and he bit like a faggot.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his penis and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name (and the extra chromosome) and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To give me love now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Grumete Hediondo.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Jose Luis or Antonio! Anything but Grumete Hediondo! I still hate that name!
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this extra chromosome and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Grumete Hediondo."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Grumete Hediondo."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My penis got hard and my wits got quín,
I'd roam from forum to forum to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was PL in mid-July
And I just hit forum and my asshole was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew of warm you-know-what.
At an old subforum on a forum of mud,
There at a thread, proving stupidity,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Grumete Hediondo."
Well, I knew that retard snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Grumete Hediondo!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a princess and he bit like a faggot.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his penis and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name (and the extra chromosome) and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To give me love now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Grumete Hediondo.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Jose Luis or Antonio! Anything but Grumete Hediondo! I still hate that name!
