Der 20.000er-Warrior-Thread

[Hayobai]

Is n bisschen wie bei MA's ''indieArbeitstuerz*

Nabend TH

jap.....des ist des gleiche

 

[Nachtfalke]

''nicht auf dem Campingplatz kommen sollte''

naja, ich hab da was gehört, dass es keine Campingtickets mehr gibt.... Irgendwie schaff ich das schon

 

[Hayobai]

*hayobeimnachlesenzuschau*

kann sich nur noch um stunden handeln

 

[TALKHEAVY]

naja, ich hab da was gehört, dass es keine Campingtickets mehr gibt.... Irgendwie schaff ich das schon

*notier: Falki ist eine Dativ-schlampe...

 

[Nachtfalke]

Oooch, das is doch Pipifax....

eben. bin fast fertig

 

[Hex]

kann sich nur noch um stunden handeln

das kennen wir alle...kaum is man mit Nachlesen fertig muß man entweder ins Bett, oder es is keiner mehr da....

 

[Hayobai]

*DorodasLegacyMagazinzumrumblätternhinlegt*

Die braucht härteren Stoff....seitdem sich Shizzo an ihr vergriffen hat

 

[TALKHEAVY]

So... *streck* ... s wird zeit fuers bett...

 

[Hayobai]

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR



Moin Ihrs

kaum hört der Edi Titten wird er wuschig

 

[Nachtfalke]

*sing*


As I roved by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt waters and take in the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Oh, take me away boys me time is not long

Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away

Now when you're in dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
And the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree.

Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gail
And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail
Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
And the skipper's below making tea for the crew

Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the riggin to sing me a song

 

[Nachtfalke]

mein gott... nix getroonken heut? Das kann ich sogar nuechtern weder posten noch aussprechen! *Respekt*

Öhm ,doch, hatte gerade noch diverse Bierchen mit Krause und Britta getrunken

 

[Hayobai]

Ich zieh mir mal ne Kurze Hose an

Bääääääähhhhhh.........deine Füße sind ja rasiert !!!!!!!!!!

 

[TALKHEAVY]

*sing*


As I roved by the dockside one evening so fair
To view the salt waters and take in the salt air
I heard an old fisherman singing a song
Oh, take me away boys me time is not long

Wrap me up in me oilskin and blankets
No more on the docks I'll be seen
Just tell me old shipmates, I'm taking a trip mates
And I'll see you someday on Fiddlers Green

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I've heard tell
Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell
Where the weather is fair and the dolphins do play
And the cold coast of Greenland is far, far away

Now when you're in dock and the long trip is through
There's pubs and there's clubs and there's lassies there too
And the girls are all pretty and the beer is all free
And there's bottles of rum growing on every tree.

Where the skies are all clear and there's never a gail
And the fish jump on board with one swish on their tail
Where you lie at your leisure, there's no work to do
And the skipper's below making tea for the crew

Now I don't want a harp nor a halo, not me
Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea
I'll play me old squeeze-box as we sail along
With the wind in the riggin to sing me a song

is klar... *weitereMarzipanschokizuscheeb*

 

[Hayobai]

Klar und ich stell auch noch meine ganzen neckischen Nackt-und Dessousbilder rein....

 

[Nachtfalke]

*hayobeimnachlesenzuschau*

Warte mal kurz, ich setz mich gleich dazu