ΠΟΥΣΤΗΣ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΚΑΤΙ ΦΑΝΤΑΖΗ ΘΑ ΚΑΒΑΛΑΕΙ ΟΤΑΝ ΔΕΝ ΤΟΝ ΚΑΒΑΛΑΝΕ ΕΣΥ ΠΑΛΙ ΠΩΣ ΕΜΠΛΕΞΕΣ?????????????????????
ΠΟΥΣΤΗΣ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΚΑΤΙ ΦΑΝΤΑΖΗ ΘΑ ΚΑΒΑΛΑΕΙ ΟΤΑΝ ΔΕΝ ΤΟΝ ΚΑΒΑΛΑΝΕ ΕΣΥ ΠΑΛΙ ΠΩΣ ΕΜΠΛΕΞΕΣ?????????????????????
Μου πέσε το σαπουνάκι μου καλέ
It aint easy livin like a gypsy
Τώρα πήγαινε στην σελίδα 15 και πες μου αν ψήνεσαι?
It aint easy livin like a gypsy
ΕΝΤΑΞΕΙ ΓΙΑΤΙ ΤΩΡΑ ΓΟΥΛΑΡΩ ΤΡΕΛΑ ΓΟΥΛΑΡΩ ΠΑΛΑΒΑ
ΚΑΙ ΓΟΥΛΑΡΩ ΤΑ ΞΑΝΘΑ(ΤΟ ΕΠΙΑΣΕΣ ΤΟ ΥΠΟΝΟΟΥΜΕΝΟ ΜΕΓΑΛΕ,ΜΕΓΑΛΕ!!!!)
Και 'γω που νόμιζα ότι ΓΟΥΛΑΡΕΙΣ μόνο τα μελαχροινά....
It aint easy livin like a gypsy
ΑΥΤΑ ΜΟΝΟ ΜΠΡΟΣΤΑ ΣΤΟΝ ΔΕΣΜΟΦΥΛΑΚΑ(ΛΕΜΕ ΤΩΡΑ)
...γιατί το φρικάρεις το κορίτσι??
Τεσπα.
Κατά τις 23:00 AliGatoRouita
It aint easy livin like a gypsy
ΑΦΟΥ ΕΠΙΜΕΝΕΙΣ
ΕΝΤΑΞΕΙ ΛΟΙΠΟΝ!!!!!!!!!!!
CHOKARATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Για πήγαινε να δεις αν έχεις κανένα προσωπικό μύνημα Αφρικάνε
It aint easy livin like a gypsy
Re palikaria....kala ta lete ola ayta....alla ti mas noiazei twra emas an 8a ginetai eseis stafida kai ta proswpika sas?!:hypnotize
Peite oti 8elete...kai kanoniste tis eksormhsei sas me pm.Etsi opws pate 8a mas peite kai gia thn egxeirhsh aimoroides pou skefteste na kanete opws kai ti marka kaltson forane oi gynaikes sas.:wacko: Pragmata pou pera apo esas tous idious den endiaferoun kanenan allo!
Peite ta monoi sas...
"It's been going on for some years now. My hands never seem to leave the keyboard, my eyes never seem to leave the screen. Days and nights go by in a blink of an eye. I work in a constant state of hyperstimulation, a by-product of youth and perfect knowledge, connected to a cyberspace console that projects my conscience into the artificial illusion of the core. Time is fluid around me. I am now part of a bigger whole. I now look but do not see, I now touch but do not feel. Streams of infinite data pass through me as if I were transparent. Its a whole new world in here..."
And then the phone rings. It's a friend, one who hasn't forsaken me yet. I'll be going out tonight.
I can't wait to go back online...
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Re palikaria....kala ta lete ola ayta....alla ti mas noiazei twra emas an 8a ginetai eseis stafida kai ta proswpika sas?!:hypnotize
Peite oti 8elete...kai kanoniste tis eksormhsei sas me pm.Etsi opws pate 8a mas peite kai gia thn egxeirhsh aimoroides pou skefteste na kanete opws kai ti marka kaltson forane oi gynaikes sas.:wacko: Pragmata pou pera apo esas tous idious den endiaferoun kanenan allo!
Peite ta monoi sas...
ΚΑΛΑ ΤΑ ΛΕΣ ΡΕ ΜΑΚΗ,ΑΛΛΑ ΤΑ ΠΜ Ο ΑΦΡΙΚΑΝΟΣ ΤΑ ΞΕΡΕΙ ΜΟΝΟ ΓΙΑ ΝΑ ΤΑ ΣΤΕΙΛΝΕΙ ΣΕ ΚΑΠΟΙΟΝ ,ΑΓΝΩΣΤΟ ΤΟΥ, ΚΑΙ ΝΑ ΤΟΥ ΓΡΑΦΕΙ "ΝΑ ΜΗ ΠΕΤΑΓΕΤΑΙ ΣΑΝ ΠΟΡΔΗ,ΓΙΑΤΙ ΤΟΝ ΤΣΟΠΕΡΑΤΟ ΤΟΝ ΞΕΡΕΙ...."
ΤΟΣΟ ΜΥΑΛΟ ΕΧΕΙ,ΤΟΣΑ ΜΠΟΡΕΙ ΝΑ ΚΑΝΕΙ...
ΑΛΛΑ ΝΕΑ..????
να κοιτας εκει που θες να
πας,αλλοιως θα πας εκει που
κοιτας....
ola kala bre Tanash...etoimazomai gia diakopes se 3 meres!
Oso gia to paron 8ema....stis diamaxes to blepw na katalhgei.Olo kai kapoios apo tous 2 8a parekshgh8ei kai 8a katalhksoume na antalasoume ybristikes koubentes:wacko:
Koinws se mpinelikia to kobw na katalhgei
Ta ypoloipa 8a sta grapsw se pm....:smilea:
"It's been going on for some years now. My hands never seem to leave the keyboard, my eyes never seem to leave the screen. Days and nights go by in a blink of an eye. I work in a constant state of hyperstimulation, a by-product of youth and perfect knowledge, connected to a cyberspace console that projects my conscience into the artificial illusion of the core. Time is fluid around me. I am now part of a bigger whole. I now look but do not see, I now touch but do not feel. Streams of infinite data pass through me as if I were transparent. Its a whole new world in here..."
And then the phone rings. It's a friend, one who hasn't forsaken me yet. I'll be going out tonight.
I can't wait to go back online...
ΤΟΣΟ ΠΟΛΥ ΣΑΣ ΠΗΡΑΞΕ ΠΟΥ ΕΙΠΑΜΕ ΜΙΑ ΚΟΥΒΕΝΤΑ ΠΑΡΑΠΑΝΩ??
ΚΑΙ ΟΣΟ ΑΦΟΡΑ ΤΑ ΜΠΙΝΕΛΙΚΙΑ ΑΥΤΟ ΤΟ ΑΦΗΝΩ ΓΙΑ ΕΣΑΣ ....
ΣΥΓΝΩΜΗ ΠΟΥ ΠΗΡΑΜΕ ΤΟ ΘΑΡΡΟΣ ΝΑ ΜΙΛΗΣΟΥΜΕ ΕΛΕΥΘΕΡΑ ΣΤΟ SITE ΣΟΥ..............
Ayto katalabes esy file mou apo ta grafomena? Den se dagkwse kanenas epeidh egrapses. Aplos sou eipa oti afou milate gia proswpika sas pragmata...peite ta se pm.
AN bebaia kapoios parekshgouse ayta pou grapsame...ISWS katalhgame na brizomastan.Den exei an kanei toso me kapoion apo sas...oso me to tamperamento tou Ellhna kai tou forum aytou.Den yphrxe skopos na prosblh8ei kanenas file mou
An kai apo oti fainetai....thn petakses th glwsoula sou aprepws ligaki xwris logo kai aformh se kapoion pou den ksereis
"It's been going on for some years now. My hands never seem to leave the keyboard, my eyes never seem to leave the screen. Days and nights go by in a blink of an eye. I work in a constant state of hyperstimulation, a by-product of youth and perfect knowledge, connected to a cyberspace console that projects my conscience into the artificial illusion of the core. Time is fluid around me. I am now part of a bigger whole. I now look but do not see, I now touch but do not feel. Streams of infinite data pass through me as if I were transparent. Its a whole new world in here..."
And then the phone rings. It's a friend, one who hasn't forsaken me yet. I'll be going out tonight.
I can't wait to go back online...
ΚΑΙ ΑΥΤΟΙ ΖΗΣΑΝΕ ΚΑΛΑ ΚΑΙ ΕΜΕΙΣ ΑΚΟΜΑ ΚΑΛΥΤΕΡΑ!!!!!!!!
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