Polyyyyyy endiaferon site...... tora oso afora thn akriopoistia toy...... agnosth
http://bloka.com
Polyyyyyy endiaferon site...... tora oso afora thn akriopoistia toy...... agnosth
http://bloka.com
psit...nearoulh....rixne kai mia matia sta taksidiwtika pote pote....:rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao:
Foberh kathgoria me poly xrhsimes plhrofories
:rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao:
"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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psit...nearoulh....rixne kai mia matia sta taksidiwtika pote pote....:rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao:
Foberh kathgoria me poly xrhsimes plhrofories
:rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao:
psit graso, anoikse to link kai tha deis ena site me kathimerinh enhmerosh kai oxi ena post pou egine prin apo 8 mhnes sxedon.
ainte leme
psit nearoulhhhhhhhhhhh......kane bre ena kopo na deis pote egine enhmerwsh sto post auto.....
kane lemeeeeeee
"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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psit graso, anoikse to link kai tha deis ena site me kathimerinh enhmerosh kai oxi ena post pou egine prin apo 8 mhnes sxedon.
ainte leme
Το γρασο, θελει να πει οτι πριν απο δυο-τρεις μερες, ειχε βαλει σε ποστακι το λινκ για το "Μπλοκα", και εσυ μαλλον ΔΕΝ το ειδες ...
mprabo bre pappouboh8a ligo giati o Kulius apo tote pou agorase karabi...exei dialeipseis:rotflmao:
Tou leipoun oi kradasmoi
"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...
Re pontika, ekei poy to evales.......... kai anarotiomoun gia poio logo einai akoma "sticky" post me mploka apo ton 11-2003Αρχικά δημιουργήθηκε από darkCount
psit nearoulhhhhhhhhhhh......kane bre ena kopo na deis pote egine enhmerwsh sto post auto.....
kane lemeeeeeee
ainteeeeee
Autos einai kai o logos bre moderatora ths kakias wras pou ena post 8a mporouse na meinei sticky....Xrhsimes diaxronikes plhrofories
Kai kamia enhmerwsh pote pote....kai prosfora apo opoion exei kati na prosferei sto post...
Na sou dwsw to trakter bre na kaneis mia bolta na 8ymh8eis pws einai h eksapsh panw stis 2 rodes....na staniareis ligo?
"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...
Nai ameΑρχικά δημιουργήθηκε από darkCount
Autos einai kai o logos bre moderatora ths kakias wras pou ena post 8a mporouse na meinei sticky....Xrhsimes diaxronikes plhrofories
Kai kamia enhmerwsh pote pote....kai prosfora apo opoion exei kati na prosferei sto post...
Na sou dwsw to trakter bre na kaneis mia bolta na 8ymh8eis pws einai h eksapsh panw stis 2 rodes....na staniareis ligo?
"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...
paratirisate kati tipota xtes mipos?
kathe 100 metra kai mploko! se oles tis perioxes
ksekinisa apo kentro, vrethika faliro, gemato mploka
vgika to vradi pantou mploka
piga kentro, meta glifada
pantou...
pathane kati xtes? psaxnane kapoion sigkekrimena? stamatousan kosmo sti paraliaki, eida stroumfaki na petagetai sto antitheto revma apo afto pou itan kai na stamata ena amaksi sigkekrimena
enas xamos
Ena kati tipota to eida x8es twra pou to les.
Mpatsoplymmira genikoterh. Se ka8e fanari apo 2 stroumfakia.
Phga na stamathsw kai me endo ws synh8ws sto fanari Kapodistriou gia na anebw sth gefyra Beikou kai tous eida katw apo th gefyra 1 deyterolepto prin to tampourwsw.
Ftou skoulikomyrmygkotrypa!!!!
"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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