Então dizendo que tu e matué, tudo que escreve ele lê, energia ruim nois consegue vê
Não tente esconder o teu nome
Pois, já sabemos que se é homem
Prova a gente nós tem de monte
Os vídeos já até formaram um bonde
Não querendo reclamar, mas por favor devolve meu espaço por que se não parou de falar
O Olhador vem te olha
Mulher é o que você vai ganha,
Enquanto ela está te vendo tu vai poder dançar um funk
Submitted by:Jon layla
Homenagem a matue
Então dizendo que tu e matué, tudo que escreve ele lê, energia ruim nois consegue vê
Não tente esconder o teu nome
Pois, já sabemos que se é homem
Prova a gente nós tem de monte
Os vídeos já até formaram um bonde
Não querendo reclamar, mas por favor devolve meu espaço por que se não parou de falar
O Olhador vem te olha
Mulher é o que você vai ganha,
Enquanto ela está te vendo tu vai poder dançar um funk
So, I tried to read "50 Shades of Grey" this weekend, but every time Anastasia said "Oh My" (which was like 2-3 timer per page), I couldnt help but imagine George Takei saying "Oh Myyyyy". By page 12, I imagined everything Anastasia said was in George Takei's voice. By page 15, I just imagined George Takei was Anastasia. I had to give up somewhere around page 17, because Christian has started to sound and look like William Shatner/Captain Kirk circa ST: TOS, and after that I imagined everyone wearing Enterprise uniforms, and there was no way the story was going to come back from that. I didnt even make it to any of the steamy scenes.
Submitted by:Prof. Snowy
So, I tried to read “50 Shades of Grey”
So, I tried to read "50 Shades of Grey" this weekend, but every time Anastasia said "Oh My" (which was like 2-3 timer per page), I couldnt help but imagine George Takei saying "Oh Myyyyy". By page 12, I imagined everything Anastasia said was in George Takei's voice. By page 15, I just imagined George Takei was Anastasia. I had to give up somewhere around page 17, because Christian has started to sound and look like William Shatner/Captain Kirk circa ST: TOS, and after that I imagined everyone wearing Enterprise uniforms, and there was no way the story was going to come back from that. I didnt even make it to any of the steamy scenes.
Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.
Submitted by:Ɛ
Insanity
Connection terminated. I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name, But I'm afraid you've been misinformed. You are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume, although, you have indeed been called. You have all been called here, into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune. A labyrinth with no exit a maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near yet somehow out of reach, but you will never find them. None of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you, although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well. I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors, be still and give up your spirits. They don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend. My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours, and then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms. This ends for all of us. End communication.