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Omg wtf teh win! :

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http://martinaquino.wordpress.com/2007/07/20/teenage-girl-kills-herself-over-fake-spoilers-of-harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows/

Yntikäinen
"Surprise buttsecks?!"/"Cock goes where?!"

Win, tänään vois ostaa Herra Ylppön Perse ja Muita Tarinoita-kirjan :O

...jos se suomalaisesta löytyy

http://youtube.com/watch?v=eScDfYzMEEw

*nod*

F stands for "fucktard", "fuckface", "fuckwhore" and "fart".

It also stands for the vocalist of a well-known gay-emoband, EMOS (Emotional Mothers of Serbia), who also happens to be everything mentioned above.

F is known for spreading and destroying incredible amounts of lulz and writing supposedly "deep and intellectual" lyrics which are actually secret code-messages for the massive scientology-army that lies in wait.
He's also been identified as a close childhood-friend of the Pedobear, Cockmongler and his daddy, Oprah.

Several studies have shown that F likes hanging out with emos and getting repeadetly goatzed/kanchoed by them. He's also your mom.

If you'd like to meet him, you're both suicidal and perverted - though you can easily do this by summoning the five gods of Shoop Da Whoop and by shitting in front of his dead carcass at night while chanting the lyrics of the Fall Out Boy-song "This ain't a city, it's a goddamn ass-face".

KALAT

Kalat ovat yleensä rapajuoppoja, narkkareita ja työttömiä. He esittävät loppuun asti pirteää ja sosiaalista, vaikka mieli on hautonut itsemurhaa jo viimeiset kolmetoista vuotta. Kaloista valitettavasti pidetään, sillä he keksivät aina tekemistä. Usein he keksivät tekemistä, vaikka kukaan ei ole enää edes paikalla. Kalat ymmärtävät vasta kolmen tunnin päästä, että juhlat ovat ohi. Siksi he ajautuvat masennuksissaan juomaan, koska he missasivat hyvät jatkot.

MOTTO: "Meille pääsee!"
TYÖPAIKKA: kiitä onneasi jos on
AUTO: moottoripyörä

"This is my peen, it's on goddamn Myspace!"

"Toripoliisi! Ne tappaa sen!"

:'____D

..."Poliisi kuolee!"

nyt on vissiin joku perus "moshaa SOAD:in ja Slipknotin tahtiin alusvaatteisillasi"-päivä

She seemed dressed in all of me
Stretched across my shame,
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me.

I'd do anything to have her to myself,
Just to have her for myself.

Now I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do
When she makes me sad.

She is everything to me,
The unrequited dream,
The song that no one sings,
The unattainable.
She's a myth that I have to believe in,
All I need to make it real is one more reason.

I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.

But I won't let this build up inside of me.
I won't let this build up inside of me.
I won't let this build up inside of me.
I won't let this build up inside of me.

A catch in my throat, choke,
Torn into pieces, I won't. No.

I don't want to be this but
I won't let this build up inside of me (won't let this build up inside of me) x4

She isn't real.
I can't make her real.
She isn't real.
I can't make her real.