почему "мой"..???   Это международный...у нас тоже праздник, хоть один день отдыхаем....А вам милая моя ещё 9-Мая на носу.... :tongue2: 

ах что мне вас забивать, у меня уже порох в пороховицах кончился...
Я теперь других забиваю..
знаете хочу вам признатся, что я одолжила у вас вашу цитату (из-ните уж), и вы не поветите какие коментарии мне шлют по этому поводу..Мне кажется вам лучше и не знать....

да конечно, я как всегда вас скучаю....
а вот вы случайно не знаете, это написал/а мужчина или женщина...Почему-то многие говорят что женщина, хотя я в этом не уверенна...

нет, незнаю почему я немогу вас "молча" обажать...
НАВА ВЫ БОГИНЯ!!!!

Зыыыы....."это было молча"...  :flower:  :idol:  :idol:  :idol:

да...да...лучше моё здоровье поберегите....

А вот мне вспомнился стих про мужчин и женщин...и тоже про Богов и Богинь...

Умом мужчину не понять!
Бессильна логика, наука!
Ему отдашься,скажет блядь!
А не отдашься, скажет сука!
О юноши!!!
Вас создал бог!
И в мире нет подобной твари!
Вам не хватает лишь рогов,
Что б вы совсем козлами стали!
Богинямы-мы были и остались!
Сводя безумством наших тел...
Пусть облизнутся те, кому мы не достались,
И сдохнут те, кто нас не захотел!
Поднимем же бокал за нас, не верных!
За нас! Блядей, но о@уенных!!!

из-няюсь это конечно не в темку, просто меня этот стих сильно расмешил...В нём есть и долька правды!    

Кто знает English может кое что прочитать про Севу
1. As a young child, he had seen poverty, and lived through it. His mother had been extremely desperate and in dire need of money once, and had taken him for an ad she had seen in the newspaper.

The ad was for a baby shampoo.

He didn’t get the part.

2. His “family” had never owned a decent Christmas tree for Christmas. When he reached the age of six, he had become sick of how plain his home was furnished during the holiday season and sought to change it. A house, not far from his, had several discarded trees in their backyard, and he attempted to drag one of the trees towards his home. He partly accomplished the task, but became distracted as he passed a rear window of the house. A red-haired girl who looked to be around his age, wearing a green dress, was standing in the middle of a highly decorated living room. Her eyes were covered by her small hands, and she looked as if she was counting. He realized that she must be playing hide and seek.

As if in slow motion she removed her hands and he caught the first glimpse of her eyes.

They were the color of emeralds.

That was the best Christmas he had ever had.

3. There was a small stream near his house where he and Lily often used to kick about. One day, Lily brought along something that she called a “cootie catcher” that could apparently predict the future. He tried to tell her that only seers could predict the future and even they were most often incorrect, but she cut him off saying it would be fun. So, he did what she asked him to do and in the end she smiled mysteriously at him, before “telling him his destiny.”

“You will be eaten by a giant snake” she said giggling.

He had laughed along.

4. For herbology, Professor Sprout instructed the Slytherin and Gryffindor second years to present a two page report on a specific non-magical flower from a provided list. The Gryffindors picked first, and James Potter picked the flower Lily. He was one of the last to pick from the list.

He could have done his report on the Snapdragon or the Orchid, but he specifically stayed after class to request Professor Sprout let him, also, present a report on the Lily.

5. He should have been happy. He was in Slytherin. He received excellent marks. He was part of a group of people who believed in his beliefs.

He should have been happy.

6. Albus Dumbledore had once asked him what his patronus had been before it had been a doe.

He couldn't remember.

7. Harry Potter wasn’t the only one who came back to look into the Mirror of Erised.

8. When he was far enough from the Hogwarts grounds, he stopped slowly and put his hands on his knees, his breath coming out in raspy gaps.

“I just killed Albus Dumbledore” he whispered to himself.

“Congratulations” came a cold voice from behind him, which he knew all too well

9. “Look at me” he had whispered, looking at the boy... The boy who was his Lily's son. The man who would defeat Voldemort.

He didn’t have the strength to say “forgive me.”

10. “Hey Sev” she whispered. She took him into her arms, and he gazed into her emerald-green eyes.

By this time, he usually awakened.

But this time...this time…he knew he wasn't dreaming

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Так то...

Мир - оценит! Могут не оценить люди, живущие в нем... Но ведь люди - это еще не весь мир 

У нас как обычно людно :tongue2:       

ну так вперед!

исправляй ситуевину, коль тебя энто так колышет!

че, привыкли выезжать на всем готовеньком? :dry:    :biggrin:

и тут как всегда пьют....

ну ладно, я пока ухожу...а то вдруг вы от нехватки воздуха задохнётесь...,   

Отредактировано LOURDES (2008-05-03 14:51:34)