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pebbles meint wohl der torero zeigt dem stier die rote karte und weil der darauf allergisch reagiert genau wie die fussbalsspieler braucht er als verteidigung nen degen
bambam
Irren ist menschlich, wenn ich mich nicht irre !!! Rechtschreib- und Grammatikfehler sind beabsichtigt und wer welche findet darf sie behalten !!
Es gibt keine dummen Fragen, sondern nur dumme Antworten aber auch die bin ich gerne bereit zu geben
bambam danke für die Aufklärung bzgl. des Plastikkartons
höhöhö ein Stier mit nem Degen.... en garde!!!
Gruß und Gung ho von Tim
-------- I thought I’d found a reason to live
just like before when I was a child
only to find dreams made of sand
would just fall apart and slip through my hands.
But the spirit of life keeps us strong
and the spirit of life is the will to carry on
...
I never thought it would be quite like this
living outside of mutual bliss
but as long as the veins in our arm still stand up
the spirit of life will keep living on
-------- I thought I’d found a reason to live
just like before when I was a child
only to find dreams made of sand
would just fall apart and slip through my hands.
But the spirit of life keeps us strong
and the spirit of life is the will to carry on
...
I never thought it would be quite like this
living outside of mutual bliss
but as long as the veins in our arm still stand up
the spirit of life will keep living on
-------- I thought I’d found a reason to live
just like before when I was a child
only to find dreams made of sand
would just fall apart and slip through my hands.
But the spirit of life keeps us strong
and the spirit of life is the will to carry on
...
I never thought it would be quite like this
living outside of mutual bliss
but as long as the veins in our arm still stand up
the spirit of life will keep living on
-------- I thought I’d found a reason to live
just like before when I was a child
only to find dreams made of sand
would just fall apart and slip through my hands.
But the spirit of life keeps us strong
and the spirit of life is the will to carry on
...
I never thought it would be quite like this
living outside of mutual bliss
but as long as the veins in our arm still stand up
the spirit of life will keep living on