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From:     Enache
Sent:    05 February, 2010 4:47 PM
To:    Chris Saddler
Subject:    : ))))))))))))))))))))))

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From:     Chris Saddler
Sent:    05 February, 2010 5:06 PM
To:    Enache
Subject:    RE: : ))))))))))))))))))))))

There were dark times in that dark part of the universe. Nobody had the courage to stand up and bring the light among those sufferings. But one day, a girl stood up. The girl of the nine child of the years. That supreme power, the descendant of the mighty gods of the universe, otherwise known as Years. With her powers combined, she managed to defeat the darkness, the mean power that enslaved more than half of the universe. She managed to bring the world. The entire humanity was happy to see how World emerges from nothing. They didn’t had a single clue what World is, but they were aware of the power that brings with it.
That little girl from the small village of Changchun, somewhere in the northeastern woods of desperation, sacrificed her womb for us. From now on, she will be known as Nonsense Goddess.

All this should do the trick. Happy hunting for sex now! I have to go back to my daily work tasks.

I bet you all love my strip. Why shouldn’t you? Am i amazingly the best or what?

(i wonder how much text do i need to put in here so that the next image will get aligned well with the one above. Facebook users will not care because it will be imported over there in a different way. this next should do the trick)

Good if:

- you plan to sleep in a tent in the forest and the bear comes, just run without worrying of the cold outside.

- you are a sleep walker. At least you won’t get a cold.

- you like to take a pick on the neighbour’s window while he has sex with his gorgeous wife during the winter.

- you want to take a dump out in snow.

Bad if:

- you can’t hold your pee too long. Or dump.

- your parachute won’t open. You’ll get cold anyway when you hit the ground.

- you have to wear smart-casual clothes at work. Otherwise… sleep tight!

- you plan to have sex under the sleeping bag. Trust me, won’t work.

The price is a little bit high (maybe) but they are pretty comfy and keeps you warm with colds around you down to -13 degrees Celsius. You can get it from Amazon.

MyHeritage: Family trees – Genealogy – Celebrities

or watch it here if the embed won’t work in your reader or facebook account.

Ah, probabil a fost un gest mechanic. Eu nu sunt rational.

la fel si la mine

Nah, sa stie si Enache ca la fel si la tine

la fel si la mine dar fara H in mecanic

Vorbiti in plm pe mess sau twitter. Reply-uri scurte, am fost in sedinta si vad numai numai numai

deci si la tine la fel

Enache, in ultimul timp (de cca 4 ani si ceva) numai asa comunicam, pe mail.
In special de 1 an incoa'.
Si eu ma trezesc cu 30 de mailuri de la voi, dar nu ma plang.

Nu eram asa de tragic.
Dar vad ca am rascolit ceva.
Dezvolta atunci:

Era seara. Aproape se mijea de zi.
Luminile amurgului se revarsau peste campia solitara. O lumina. Un destin. O singuratate. Puiul a ridicat capul in cautarea unui raspuns la toate intrebarile sale. La distanta, o modesta casuta de tabla. Nici o masina nu traversa la ora acea autostrada nr. 2, care uneste Filea de Jos cu Giurtelecu Hododului. Puiul a stiut atunci ca a sosit momentul. Scuturindu-si amorteala penelor a mers hotarit, a pus o gheara pe asfalt, pe urma alta, si alta, si alta (oare cite picioare are?). Mergea mindru. Stia ca se apropia sa reuseasca imposibilul. Se gandea la succes. La glorie. La faima. De aceea n-a vazut acel camion fara lumini. De acea n-a auzit zgomotul rablagit al motorului Roman.

zboara puiule! zboara!!! nu fi fraier! se auzi in acel moment in spatele lui. ultimul strigat al unei mame cu inima strafulgerata de durere.

— Nu ma lasati! Nu ma lasati!

A incercat sa se tarasca dupa ei, dar n-a putut, si a ramas in loc, urmarindu-i cu ochii pana au pierit in zarea dinspre miazazi. Peste trei zile, toata preajma era imbracata in haina alba si rece a iernii. Dupa o ninsoare cu viscol, urma un senin ca sticla, aducand cu dansul un ger aprig. La marginea lastarului, un pui de prepelita, cu aripa rupta, sta zgribulit de frig. Dupa durerile grozave de pana adineaori, urmeaza acum o piroteala placuta. Prin mintea lui fulgera crampeie de vedenii… miriste…un caramb de cizma pe care se urca o furnica… aripa calda a mamei. Se clatina intr-o parte si intr-alta, si pica mort, cu degetele ghearei impreunate ca pentru inchinaciune.

in urmatoarea dimineata, cand primavara aparu ca din senin pe ulitele satucului unde copiii alearga cu ceasloavele in mana, un tata prepelita se ducea la camp sa culeaga mugurii de ghiocei zglobii in razele soarelui. si cu zambetul pe buze lua un mugur pe buze si… simti gustul amar al vremii, simti cum moartea ii imbratiseaza simturile si il infioara. simti gustul copilului lui mort. intins la picioarele lui ce inghetara subit.

Pe-o nara pusca tatii scoate fum.
Vai, fãrã vant alearga frunzarele duium!
Inalta tata foc infricosat.
Vai, cat de mult padurea s-a schimbat!
Din ierburi prind în maini fãrã sã stiu
Un clopotel cu clinchet argintiu…
De pe frigare tata scoate-n unghiiInima caprioarei si rarunchii.
Ce-i inima? Mi-i foame! Vreau sã traiesc si-as vrea ….
Tu, iarta-mã, fecioara – tu, caprioara mea!
Mi-i somn. Ce nalt îi focul! Si codrul, ce adânc!
Plang. Ce gandeste tata? Mananc si plang. Mananc!

: )))))))))))) sunteti cu capu.

Si acum ar trebui sa va simtiti mai inteligenti aplicand aceasta metoda ce nu da gres niciodata