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Posted: October 22nd, 2007
Author: David
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Klassiker to be, uden tvivl – en eller anden dag fÃ¥r jeg lavet mig en Barats and Bereta-feature inkl. nye og gamle klassikere, men indtil da mÃ¥ I nøjes.
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Posted: October 22nd, 2007
Author: Mads Pik
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Forskellen pÃ¥ David og mig er Ã¥benbart at han poster klassikere – jeg poster to-be klassikere… Her er en rigtig dejlig sang med to kønne piger som synger som engle.
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Posted: October 22nd, 2007
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Mads vil uden tvivl påstå, at jeg slipper nemt om mine posts for tiden, fordi jeg hiver klassikere frem, men klassikere er jo netop klassikere, og derfor kan de ikke postes for ofte.
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Posted: October 22nd, 2007
Author: Mads Pik
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Længe før Charlotte, Gitte, Sidsel og alle de andre tøser som jeg ramlede på halen for, da jeg var lidt yngre og som jeg rent faktisk kyssede med, var der et par lidt ældre tøser, som fik mit hjerte til at banke hurtigere. At et par stykker af dem senere hen er blevet småfede, og/eller har et andet seksuelt fokus end majoriteten af befolkningen, kan ikke røre ved at de engang var mums filibaba!
Sabrina – Boys (summertime love)
Molly Ringwald (Her i “The Breakfast Club” af
John Hughes)
Samantha Fox – Touch me
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Posted: October 22nd, 2007
Author: Mads Pik
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Trailer for en af 90’ernes bedste film: Trainspotting.
Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
