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Beitrag #26, verfasst am 28.10.2009 | 17:48 Uhr
Hidan: "Ihr Typen seid voll am Arsch!"
Ich: "Nein, Sherlock Holmes.. woher weißt du das denn? Ich meine, die Typen stehen ja auch dir gegenüber!"
Beiträge: 8730
Rang: Literaturgott
Beitrag #27, verfasst am 28.10.2009 | 18:04 Uhr
The mountain smoked beneath the moon,
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Beiträge: 474
Rang: Annoncenschreiber
Beitrag #28, verfasst am 29.10.2009 | 17:27 Uhr
Beiträge: 8730
Rang: Literaturgott
Beitrag #29, verfasst am 29.10.2009 | 18:20 Uhr
The mountain smoked beneath the moon,
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Beiträge: 139
Rang: Datentypist
Beitrag #30, verfasst am 17.11.2009 | 19:24 Uhr
Killing must feel good to God, too.
He does it all the time.
And are we not created in his image?
~Hannibal Lecter
Beiträge: 139
Rang: Datentypist
Beitrag #31, verfasst am 17.11.2009 | 19:36 Uhr
Killing must feel good to God, too.
He does it all the time.
And are we not created in his image?
~Hannibal Lecter
Beiträge: 8730
Rang: Literaturgott
Beitrag #32, verfasst am 17.11.2009 | 20:49 Uhr
The mountain smoked beneath the moon,
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Beiträge: 83
Rang: Schreibkraft
Beitrag #33, verfasst am 20.11.2009 | 07:28 Uhr
"Das Einmalige an einer Freunschaft ist die
geistige Inspiration, die man erhält, wenn
man merkt, daß jemand an einen glaubt."
Beiträge: 8730
Rang: Literaturgott
Beitrag #34, verfasst am 20.11.2009 | 16:25 Uhr
The mountain smoked beneath the moon,
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Beiträge: 139
Rang: Datentypist
Beitrag #35, verfasst am 21.12.2009 | 23:27 Uhr
Killing must feel good to God, too.
He does it all the time.
And are we not created in his image?
~Hannibal Lecter
Beiträge: 8730
Rang: Literaturgott
Beitrag #36, verfasst am 22.12.2009 | 12:03 Uhr
The mountain smoked beneath the moon,
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Beiträge: 139
Rang: Datentypist
Beitrag #37, verfasst am 15.08.2010 | 19:30 Uhr
Killing must feel good to God, too.
He does it all the time.
And are we not created in his image?
~Hannibal Lecter
Beiträge: 848
Rang: Zeitungskorrespondent
Beitrag #38, verfasst am 15.08.2010 | 23:58 Uhr
Moping around filled with sadness and sorrow...What will come of it? If we are to die one day, wouldn't it be better to have no regrets?
Beiträge: 63
Rang: Bildzeitungsleser
Beitrag #39, verfasst am 21.05.2011 | 22:36 Uhr
And we'll march... along, with our blindfolds on
And we'll ride... the rails, with our pistols drawn
Can the Lord... above, forgive what we've done?
Can we fight to save our souls?

BILLY TALENT - WORKER BEES
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Rang: Literaturgott
Beitrag #40, verfasst am 21.05.2011 | 23:18 Uhr
Really, if Icelanders would just learn to palatalise their consonants like sensible people, we would all be speaking the same language.
(Tom Shippey)