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ska det vara på svenska eller har du översatt?

The City of Lost Children?

men GAH!
trodde det var en svensk film när du skrev på svenska

ok.

- I had a hard-on this morning and it had your name written on it.
- my name's four letters .. there ain't enough room on your joint to fit it.

första nightmare on elm street

jäss.

jag ger mig nu. behöver sova lite.

oki

"-i love gross. disgust me please.
-ok, a couple of weeks ago this old man comes in and says his dog is dying and he begs us to save it, a 90lbs black lab named Seymour. We take him in an run some tests and find out he has a twisted bowel and needs to be operated on immediatly...we shave Seymours tummy, cut him open and take out a piece of intsetine about the size of a hotdog. Sverything went smooth but when we went to sew Seymour back up we realized we are out of the heavy sutras that you are suppposed to use on large dogs, so the doctor decides that if we triple up on cat sutras that should do the trick. A couple days go by and the old man calls up hysteric.. The cat sutra had brust while he was at work and by the time he got home Seymour was spralded out on the back porch with his guts hanging out on the concret and the fence was soaked in blood all the way around the yard. "

jag vet. men jag säger inte. vill se om nån annan kan ta den också. ^_^

är det inte may eller vad den heter?

aliensnopp P20

right you are ^_^

Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!

25th Hour ?

rätt

"I'm a very private person - I don't want to talk to anyone. "

Pi?

yäpp

This is your one opportunity to do something that no one has ever done before and that no one will copy throughout human existence. And if nothing else, you will be remembered as the one guy who ever did this. This one thing.

Garden State

självklart

"I've turned the moon into what I like to call a Death Star "

Austin powers

inte tillräckligt för att godkännas ^_^

Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me

dingdingdingding

rätt

äääh vafan

-If you're gonna talk the talk, you gotta walk the walk. Otherwise you'll be lined in chalk.

the new guy

jäss!

äääh jag som tog så många på raken så bara blir man knäckt!

"Popcorn? Why popcorn? Cause they're clowns, thats why! "

halloween

nej för fan killerclowns

hela titeln, och rättstavad tack ^_^

Bloodsucking Killerclowns from Outer Space

Gary is the kind of man that understands, when you put another man's cock in your mouth, you make a pact.

Sleepers?

"The fire as made the temerature all over the camp... it wount last long thoe..."

"So, what do we do?"

"hmm lets just sitt down fore a wile... and see what will happen!"

Ganska svår...

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nu tror jag inte ja följde regeln.......... men det skiter jag i...

fredish

The Thing?

Sometimes they come back for more?

The thing! rätt!

"No, no, no no no... I mean yes. Yes, you make Mike Tyson sound like an Oxford graduate. "


Egentligen ska jag ju inte droppa, eftersom att det inte var fredish tur, men sak samma... känns som att ingen annan hade droppat ändå. skit i det här om ni känner för det.

Helt sjukt att ni bara blir sämre å sämre på att följa reglerna. man tycker att åtminstone ett par borde lära sig... men icke

Interstate 60 är väl det där ifrån?

är det?... hmm jag har för mig att det är från nåt annat..

han har rätt, det är Interstate 60

ababa!

You think you´re too cool for school... but I got a newsflash for you Walter Cronkite... You are´nt!

Zoolander.


"Luckely for her he was a pedofile"

ja, interstate 60 var rätt. förlåt för att jag dröjde.
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