<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:02:51.657-07:00</updated><category term='razboi'/><category term='iubire'/><category term='elodia'/><category term='romania'/><category term='base'/><category term='prosti'/><category term='cioca'/><category term='delir'/><category term='mesaj'/><category term='coloana'/><category term='durere'/><category term='tarani'/><category term='primavara'/><category term='frustat'/><category term='claudiu'/><title type='text'>Blow JOB</title><subtitle type='html'>Colţul vesel. Delir sub control</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-2083632757816530710</id><published>2008-07-01T02:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T14:39:34.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noul meu dusman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Aseara, cand incercam sa adorm, ceea ce era destul de greu tinand &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cont de “frigul” de afara, ei bine, aseara, mi-am facut un nou dusman. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Un terorist as putea afirma, nu de alta dar nu l-am vazut la fata, nu inca….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Si&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;cum vara nu se compara cu iarna si dusmanul meu a vrut cu adevarat sa-si gaseasca sfarstiul, ei bine eu sunt pe urmele acestui gunoi, sociopat, handipacat .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Am avut parte de un concert de cea mai joasa speta, in care urletele pline de patos si fara sens, au continuat in timp de cateva ore .Acest individ, refula toate prostiile si toate invectivele inventate de omenire. Rar am vazut un asfel de greiere, ca de el este vorba, sa aibe o asfel de ura fara de vecini.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Cum poate acest individ, mic, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sa urle asa … Era ora 12 noaptea!!! Macar putin respect pentru cei care incearca sa viseze la nemurire…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Am incercat fara succes &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sa-l matrasesc, sa-i rup toti dintisori lui de greier ambulant dar nu am reusit sa-l &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;vad la fata (nu inteleg de ce naiba nu avem vedere nocturna) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Am intrebat in stanga, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in dreapta (pe mess) metode reusite de a reduce la tacere pe acest Robbie Williams al greierilor dar in afara de rasete (de compasiune cred eu) si folosirea sprayului de gandaci/muste sau orice care zboara nu am gasit nimic, NIMIC !!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Eu, ca orice om cu suflet mare am sperat ca poate va renunta daca voi stinge lumina DAR, jigodia mica a continuat sa-mi cante la ora 12 diferite opera greericesti .&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Inarmat cu un spray si multa ura (btw sunt level 3 la wow) am purces la exterminarea lui. Planul bine pus la punct de catre marele strateg, Claudiu (am citit cartea “arta razboiului”); &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;am iesit pe balcon pregatit sa-l linsez si recunosc deja mi-l imaginam atarnat&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;la intrarea in Bucuresti cu o pancarda cu mesajul : “ Sunt un dobitoc care dau concerte noaptea”, si pregatit sa-i rup dinti, il cautam … dar din pacate era intr-un copac … evident nu am renuntat, nu poti renunta cand un greier are concert ,si, am inceput sa aruncu in el cu otravuri … &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Diseara astept sa primesc de la el, un sol de pace, prin care sa-si recunoasca vina!!! Nici nu ma gandesc la negocieri!!!. O sa-I cuceresc copacul si din tara lui voi face niste mobila &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-2083632757816530710?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/2083632757816530710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=2083632757816530710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/2083632757816530710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/2083632757816530710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/07/noul-meu-dusman.html' title='Noul meu dusman'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-4694199227852981851</id><published>2008-06-26T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T02:11:21.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce imi este cald ?</title><content type='html'>De ce imi este cald ?? O sa vedem parerea unor oameni care au ceva de spus cu acest subiect "arzator"&lt;br /&gt;An de an, dupa primavara, vine vara, teoretic... Practic dupa iarna vin doua saptamani de vreme interesanta si apoi caldurile. Vara este frumoasa ca sunt fumeile mai goale ... si barbati mai burtosi :)&lt;br /&gt;Si acu fara o alta introducere, prezint cu deosebita parerea unor oameni simpli, alti mai speciali si alti cu adevarat importanti. enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Busu : "Buna seara doamnelor si domnilor. dupa cum vedeti a venit caldura. Dar pana sa va spun cum este vremea in urmatoarele 3 zile am pt. voi un joc.Doi oameni, Ion si Vasile se intalnesc pe strada. De cate ori a clipit Ion pana cand si-a dat seama ca vasile are la el un topor ? Sa nu uit in Bucuresti va fi cald. Peste 40 de grade&lt;br /&gt;Acu sa discutam parerile oamenilor: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vasile, electrician 45 de ani, Craiova &lt;/span&gt;: " Cald!!! Apoi la noi aci ii cald rau de tot  nu stiu ce sa mai cred ... De cand eram mic, mi s-a spus sa beau mereu 100 de tuica cand imi este cald.... da cald ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ana, studenta anu 2 romana-americana, fac de relatii internationale &lt;/span&gt;: Imi este asa de cald incat, fata!!! parca mor ... nu mai pot sa respir asa de cald imi este... fata !!! Trebuie oricum sa fac ceva ... Stiu o sa ma duc la mare ... acolo nu e cald ... ca eu stau in apa si am AC in masina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gelu : semi-fotbalist, juma de kil de gel in cap .. tunsoare aerodinamica &lt;/span&gt; : da simt caldura, mai ales cand vad lumea cu da din palme, da io cred ca ma plac pe mine ca io-s fotbalist !! Hai avantu hunedoara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahmed, expat, posibil terorist&lt;/span&gt; : Ah lafee Dgggg , ggERfffggh !!! Clar, nu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vadim &lt;/span&gt;: Aceasta caldura este sursa unor nenorociti care ne vor tara distrusa, este mana lu' Basescu, acest dezaxat tampit si sociopat. Imi aduc aminte, cand eram tanar, nu era sa de cald domne... E mana rusilor !!! si  si ... vreau medicamentele !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Basescu, za ochiu de soimn, za president&lt;/span&gt; : HA HA HA!!!, domne v-am spus Iarna nu-i ca vara !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gigi Becali : Caciiiiiii cu noiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii esteeeeeeeeeeee Dumneeeeeeeeeeezeeeeeeuuuuuuuuu&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Pac-Pac dau 2 milioane de Doalaaaaaaaaariiiiiiiiiiii si racesc toata romania, ca eu sunt Razboinicu lu mini!! Hahahahahahahah ahahahahahhah ... Ce cald e ma ... Banele !!!!! da drumu la aier ca mor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cornel dinu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; profesorul antrenor istoric geniu reincarnat posibil reincarnarea cainelui lui Nero&lt;/span&gt; : Imi aduc aminte aceste lovituri arunca in negura timpului de catre acest soare istoric care a vazut tot incat parca se pare ca lumea Deci e cald ...&lt;br /&gt;Maine alte genii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-4694199227852981851?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/4694199227852981851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=4694199227852981851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/4694199227852981851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/4694199227852981851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-ce-imi-este-cald.html' title='De ce imi este cald ?'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-7748587532526135136</id><published>2008-06-10T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:08:43.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cand eram mic visam sa devin...</title><content type='html'>la inceput preot, apoi aviator, apoi avocat, si in final, cand incepusem sa gandesc (14 anisori) tractorist.&lt;br /&gt;Preot, mi-a venit in minte cand imi petreceam cam toata vacanta de vara la tara, la bunici, in mijlocul Baraganului, unde vantul vara iti aduce decat praf si multa caldura....&lt;br /&gt;Aveam parca 8 ani, imi foloseam cei 5 neuroni doar pentru a ma juca cu preteni mei...Viata mea consta doar in a prinde vietati si a le rani in moduri cel putin hilare(cei drept eram un bun subiect de studiu pentru un psihiatru).Prima mea intalnire cu Popa, o intalnire care mi-a marcat cativa ani din viata ... s-a petrecut la o slujba, vara, duminica, cand in loc sa stau la iesirea din biserica la cules de mere, nuci si ce mai ne dadeau babutele de acolo... eram inauntru si ascultam minunatia.&lt;br /&gt;Eram plin de vise, deja ma vedeam cum cantam pentru acei oameni. Nu stiam ce este cu adevarat D-zeu, nu stiam ce inseamna religia. Pana atunci, drumurile mele la biserica, se terminau in subsolul lacasului unde jucam o septica, sau popa-postru'.&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a placut asa de mult incat, anu' viitor am inceput sa cant in corul bisericii, si cei drept, aveam&lt;br /&gt;o voce groasa, tocmai buna pentru a le spune pacatosilor unde vor ajunge.&lt;br /&gt;O alta vara, o alta poveste o alta dorinta. Aveam parca 12 anisori si eram ca orice copil prostut, impotriva sistemului(mancat regulat, mancare buna, dormit ... etc) si evident fiind si o fire mai rea.... imi amenintam parintii...&lt;br /&gt;Ii amenintam ca ii dau in judecata cand voi fi mare, ca voi fi avocat, ca voi si judecator, sau cine stie ...La acea varsta visam... visam cum voi deveni ceva, cineva. Printre vise, multe prostii, multa dragoste....etc.&lt;br /&gt;Deja aveam o anumita placere, cretina sa invat, ma rog, eu imitam bunicii care citeau sau rudele care mai veneau si ma vedeau impreuna cu fratimiu', plini de praf, cum furam mere sau orice fruct care a trecut de faza de inflorire.&lt;br /&gt;Aviator. De ce aviator? Pentru ca vedeam avioane, IAR-52, parca, niste aparate care imi luau visele mereu cand treceau deasupra casei ...&lt;br /&gt;mai tineti minte ??? " Avion cu motor, ia-ma si pe mine-n zbor ...."&lt;br /&gt;Era o chestie, aviator...&lt;br /&gt;Avand si ceva rude prin aviatie ... fiind si aprope de un aeroport militar ... imi era clar, in acele timpuri vroiam sa zbor ...Mergeam pe camp, doar ca sa vedem avioanele cum dau cu "otravuri" peste culturi, sa omoare toate vietatile daunatoare... cica:)&lt;br /&gt;Apoi pe la 14 ani .. am mers prima oara cu tractoru, caruta deja nu mai avea secrete, dar nu vroiam sa fiu carutas :)&lt;br /&gt;Am luat tractoru' si mergeam cu o viteza ametiroare de 10km pe ora ... daca era vale si eram doar eu in el:) Evident am arat ... cat am reusit sa ar, dar deja eram indragostit. Poate cel mai frumos lucru, era si SMT din zona, unde in fiece zi "chilotam" tractoare pe glia neamului.&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o zi ca orice zi, vant,34 de grade, praf ... eu plin de praf :) am luat un tractor si am inceput sa aram, bucurosi pamantu' in timp de adevarati tractoristii dormeau(somnu de frumusete)&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce ne-am terminat treaba am luat tractoru si am plecat pe sosea ... Ce este frumos in acasta poveste... pai uitasem sa ridic plugul si evident, eu aram ... soseaua:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 de ani. Plin de vise, inca copil, poate putin mai matur&lt;br /&gt;Imi caut copilaria, am atatea de spun, atatea intamplari.... mie dor de copilu' care se trezea la 10 ca sa fure cirese si struguri de la vecinu', tinut de vorba de alti preteni... mie dor de copilu care a omorat toate ratele ...&lt;br /&gt;Revin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-7748587532526135136?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/7748587532526135136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=7748587532526135136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/7748587532526135136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/7748587532526135136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/06/cand-eram-mic-vroiam-sa-devin.html' title='Cand eram mic visam sa devin...'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-7639580329605582340</id><published>2008-06-05T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T13:49:10.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O carte pt. cei care inca spera .</title><content type='html'>O carte pt. cei care inca spera .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cu niste foi pentru sperante&lt;br /&gt;Prea multe foi, prea multe vise&lt;br /&gt;O carte scrisa pentru tine&lt;br /&gt;O carte pentru cel ce spera&lt;br /&gt;Cica, dupa Soare-i libertate&lt;br /&gt;Iar dupa Luna sunt doar sperante&lt;br /&gt;Desarte, mici, mai mari ca mine,&lt;br /&gt;Sau poate sunt doar deziluzii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este timpul sa te scoli...&lt;br /&gt;Copile!!, este timpul tau&lt;br /&gt;Deschide cartea si citeste...&lt;br /&gt;Si spune-mi sincer, ce ai facut ...&lt;br /&gt;Cat dintre vise si sperante, cate iluzii ....&lt;br /&gt;Cat dintre ele ai mai scris azi ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbate, ai trecut de Soare&lt;br /&gt;Si visele s-au dus ...&lt;br /&gt;Esti garbovit, trist, esti doar un om ... ca orice om&lt;br /&gt;Si cate vise si cate planuri&lt;br /&gt;Unde este cartea ?? Unde sunt foile pline de vise ??&lt;br /&gt;Oare, dar chiar nu ai facut nimic ?? Dar oare o sa mori gol... si trist si fara vise ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batrane, cartea s-a ars, visele s-au dus&lt;br /&gt;Totul este terminat...&lt;br /&gt;Soarele ti-a ars cam tot...&lt;br /&gt;Dar priveste in trecut, iti mai aduci aminte ??&lt;br /&gt;Noroc ca esti senil si timpul ti s-a scurs&lt;br /&gt;Sa fii bucuros, sa fii iubit, din toate visele ce tu le-ai scris ....&lt;br /&gt;Am fost scris pe-n colt de foaie&lt;br /&gt;Ca un mic vis, un plan minor&lt;br /&gt;Dar uite-ma acum, sunt mare !!&lt;br /&gt;Si te privesc, cu drag in ochii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau ca ai plecat&lt;br /&gt;Imi pare rau ca s-a sfarsit&lt;br /&gt;Promit, din cartea mea&lt;br /&gt;Voi scrie mereu pentru tine&lt;br /&gt;Visele vor fi pentru tine ...&lt;br /&gt;Speranta ca ne vom revedea&lt;br /&gt;Macar, odata in alta viata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speranta, moare ultima&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-7639580329605582340?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/7639580329605582340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=7639580329605582340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/7639580329605582340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/7639580329605582340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-carte-pt-cei-care-inca-spera.html' title='O carte pt. cei care inca spera .'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-5732444124425647891</id><published>2008-06-02T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:31:00.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nu mai am vise</title><content type='html'>Nu ma plang, nu sunt arogant, nu doresc bocitoare, doar ca nu mai doresc sa visez.&lt;br /&gt;Nu ma cred special, doresc si sper ca sunt normal. Si cum normalitatea, simt eu, inseamna sa visezi, sa-ti hranesti dorintele prin vise, planuri, dorinte, ei bine atunci sunt normal.&lt;br /&gt;       Daca lucrurile ar fi simple, visele s-ar realiza, noi am iubi, am fi "boieri" si de ce nu, am ajunge in Rai.&lt;br /&gt;Evident, sa-mi explic ideea. Prin vise, ma refer la acele planuri mai mici, sau mai mari, mai goale in substanta, dar ca intodeauna orice vis, dorinta, sunt o "famara" din micul paradis pe care fiecare dintre noi, l-am dori, poate ...&lt;br /&gt;Dar, oare eu, Claudiu, mai am curajul sa-mi doresc ca fiece vis mic/mare, sa se transforme intr-o realitate pura ? Oare nu suntem noi, acesti mici alergatori dupa bani, putere, "fumei", oare noi, nu suntem in cautarea acelei efemere si irealiste dorinte numite, realizare ?&lt;br /&gt;Vei spune, viseaza sus ca sa ajungi, dar eu ma gandesc, daca visezi sa ajungi la stele, daca vrei sa atingi luna, cand este mare si stalucitoare, oare nu risti sa te lovesti de alti pretendenti ?&lt;br /&gt;Poate mai bine sa ne dorim si sa-ncercam sa atingem inimile celor pe care cu adevatat merita....&lt;br /&gt;Spun si eu, ca orice copil, ca orice adolescent, poate ca un viitor barbat, oare ce este important ? Sa ajungi o stea printre stele ? sa fii un luceafar ? sa fii un astru printre stele ? Sau nu ...&lt;br /&gt;Goliciunea noastra, este mai reala si profunda ca niciodata. Devenim niste mici astri ametiti de puterea Soarelui, de puterea si stralucirea unor stele, pe care noi o sa le atingem pt. ca asta dorim, dar riscam sa nu ne mai vedem prieteni din cauza stralucirii si mai grav, riscam sa ne ardem, sa ne topim... sa sfarsim inghititi de propria noastra dorinta de stralucire. Iti doresc dragul/draga mea sa stralucesti in inima prietenilor !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Daca ajungi printre sori, nu uita !!!! Foloseste crema :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-5732444124425647891?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/5732444124425647891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=5732444124425647891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/5732444124425647891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/5732444124425647891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/06/nu-mai-am-vise.html' title='nu mai am vise'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-2005515467257092193</id><published>2008-05-29T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:51:51.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa zambim si sa visam</title><content type='html'>Adica, cum, ce ? Cum sa zambim ? Nu pare ciudat sa mergi pe strada si sa zambescti ? Eu reusesc sa merg si sa visez cu ochii deschisi... par grabit, zambesc , gandindu-ma la ceva ... important... cand colo, eu doar visez la diferite lucruri mai mult sau mai putin interesante.&lt;br /&gt;Zambeste, zambeste omule, mergi si zambeste, iar daca nu poti, incearca doar sa ai o fata luminata. Eu merg, zambesc, visez cu ochii larg deschisi (nu vreau sa fiu lovit de masini).&lt;br /&gt;De obicei, visez doar la cum as putea schimba lumea, cum as putea ajuta batrani si cum sa imi ajut prieteni. Tind sa cred ca sunt in vis un "help guy" . Nu am pretins niciodata nimic de la nimeni, si nici in vis nu am asfel de cereri :D&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandesc, oare daca ne-am ajuta mereu intre noi ? oare am fi mai buni, sau poate doar invidia ca unii ajuta mai mult, ura ca nu ai fost rasplatit pentru ajutorul dat, ne-ar schimonosi fata ?&lt;br /&gt;Teoretic, imi place sa cred despre semeni mei ca au abs. toti in "creier" acea umanitate care cu toti o cerem dar rar este oferita.&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc, ce paradox! imi multumesc mie si in special creierului meu, pt. ca mie chiar imi place sa ajut oameni, sau macar incerc sa ajut. Dar am si eu o problema:) nu ajut decat pe cei care ii cunosc, pe cei necunoscuti, ii plang si imi dau seama ca sunt nepunticiosi. Le consruiesc sumar un scenariu, simplu, curat, poate chiar un scenariu de martir. Evident ca am ajutat suflete, oameni tristi, batuti de societate, de familie, goniti de noi, priviti ca niste sub-specii. Nu vreau sa spun cum, sunt ferm convins ca nu  ca am facut destul. De altfel, cred ca niciodata nu s-a facut destul, eu cred ca fericirea este nemarginita. Iar daca crezi ca mai fericit de atat nu poti, crede-ma, gresesti. Nu ai incercat mai mult, nu ai cautat destul ! Iar daca fericirea inseamna, bani, femei, si alte lucruri "lumesti" atunci iti spun zambind : " sunt mai bogat ca tine ! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-2005515467257092193?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/2005515467257092193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=2005515467257092193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/2005515467257092193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/2005515467257092193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/05/sa-zambim-si-sa-visam.html' title='Sa zambim si sa 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Forever</title><content type='html'>It is so easy to see&lt;br /&gt;Dysfunction between you and me&lt;br /&gt;We must free up these tired souls&lt;br /&gt;Before the sadness gets us both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried and tried to let you know&lt;br /&gt;I love you but I'm letting go&lt;br /&gt;It may not last but I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Just don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't care&lt;br /&gt;And I show up&lt;br /&gt;But you're not there&lt;br /&gt;But I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;And you want to&lt;br /&gt;Still afraid that I will desert you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;With every word whispered we get more far away&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us makes it so hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;But nothing last forever, but be honest babe&lt;br /&gt;It hurts but it may be the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A babe that's warm with memories&lt;br /&gt;Can heal us temporarily&lt;br /&gt;The misbehaving all he makes&lt;br /&gt;The ditch between us so damn deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built a wall around my heart&lt;br /&gt;Never let it fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Strangely I wish secretly&lt;br /&gt;It won't fall down while I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't care&lt;br /&gt;And I show up&lt;br /&gt;But you're not there&lt;br /&gt;But I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;And you want to&lt;br /&gt;Still afraid that I will desert you, babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;With every word whispered we get more far away&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us makes it so hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;But nothing last forever, but be honest babe&lt;br /&gt;It hurts but it may be the only way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we have not hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't mean we're not still falling, oh..&lt;br /&gt;I want so bad to pick you up&lt;br /&gt;But you're still too reluctant to accept my help&lt;br /&gt;What a shame I hope you find somewhere to place the blame&lt;br /&gt;But until then the fact remains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday&lt;br /&gt;With every word whispered we get more far away&lt;br /&gt;The distance between us makes it so hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;Nothing last forever, but be honest babe&lt;br /&gt;It hurts but it may be the only way (x2)&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RStuZsSyZAY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RStuZsSyZAY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-6493211039840512372?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-9032878152776089607</id><published>2008-03-25T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:49:51.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valerieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>Valerieeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aijUTaDrn78&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aijUTaDrn78&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce ?&lt;br /&gt;Pentru ca imi place ?&lt;br /&gt;De ce imi place ?&lt;br /&gt;nu stiu ...&lt;br /&gt;enjoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pare romantic, pare prostie dar pentru mine primavara este cel mai frumos anotimp din lume.&lt;br /&gt;Evident, cat tine primavara din mintea mea.&lt;br /&gt;Nu foarte cald, vantul bate usor, verdele crud isi face cu putere si determinare aparitia, copaci sunt colorati, parcurile pline de oameni care se tin de mana.Toata lumea se plimba prin parc, suflete pereche, suflete stinghere, pline de de iubire, batranei uitati de rude si de boli...&lt;br /&gt;Primavara renasti si cateodata incepi o alta viata. Mie personal, primavara intra mereu in sufletul meu, si ramane acolo o perioada de timp in care sunt mai bun, mai visator...&lt;br /&gt;Dintre toate anotimpurile anului, doar primavara ma aduce intr-o stare de nebunie sau delir sentimental. Nu imi place sa arat primavara din sufletul meu, prieteni spun ca sunt o iarna trista si rece dar priveste afara !!! Cum sa rezisiti tentatiei ? totul este perfect pentru ca zambetul ca fie mereu pe fata.&lt;br /&gt;Intra in jocul primaverii, priveste renasterea la viata a naturii ce este mai vie si plina de vitalitate decat multi dintre noi, suna-ti prietena si impreuna cu ea viseaza . Viseaza pentru ca orice drum incepe cu un vis, iar primavara visele sunt mai reale...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-4145544823120127375?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/4145544823120127375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=4145544823120127375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/4145544823120127375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/4145544823120127375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/03/primavara-din-sufletul-tau.html' title='Primavara din sufletul tau'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Skx1iLLrGI/R-JANvxM53I/AAAAAAAAAHE/3HMam4OSlq8/s72-c/IMG_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-3829970250529242351</id><published>2008-02-29T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:50:20.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='claudiu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mesaj'/><title type='text'>Vb. repede in speranta ca vei gandi la fel...</title><content type='html'>Sunt fundamental ... cretin&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxal acest "mic" defect l-am descoperit intr-o mica conversatie despre adevar si cunoastere ...&lt;br /&gt;Vb. despre viitor fara sa cunosti prezentul si de multe ori repeti trecutul.&lt;br /&gt;Evident sa poti face o recenzie despre unele aspecte ale "vietii" poate aduce o anumita savoare personalitatii tale. Unii te vor considera mai complex, un geniu neinteles si plin de frustari ce cauta raspunsul fundamental al omenirii: "Ce draq fac maine? " Evident nu asta este intrebarea "sacra" si poate plina de putere sufleteasca ...&lt;br /&gt;Daca intrebi orice om sa-si puna anumite intrebari, vei gasi o sumedenie de intrebari cretine, sterile, si poate, doar cateva interesante.&lt;br /&gt;Adica suntem primate care cred in horoscop, tarot si alte "jocuri" de viitor dar nu suntem in stare sa "vedem" in sufletul nostru, sa cunoasteam cu adevarat cine suntem, ce vrem, unde mergem, si de ce .&lt;br /&gt;Sunt asa de sictir cateodata de atitudinea noastra si mai ales de atitudinea mea de frustat, cretin, sociopat plictisit de Romania incat imi vine sa-mi trag un glont direct in creier sa-mi omor neuroni plini de prostie cenusie.&lt;br /&gt;Ce naiba sa faci ? Ce este interesant pentru popor ?? Sa muncesti ca o albina? Sa ajungi sa conduci oameni ? Sa salvezi vieti? Pana la urma ce te face pe tine sa te simti implinit ?&lt;br /&gt;Nu incerca sa cauti sa atingi stelele. Nu de alta, dar te poti lovi destul de greu la intoarcere. Poate ca este interesant pentru fiecare dintre noi sa ne atingem teluri marunte. Teluri pe care le poti atinge si apoi frustarea sa dispara. Sau poate nu . Oricum daca nu ai un gram de noroc (cum spun toti) nu ajungi unde vrei. Dar nu e vb de noroc. Trebuie sa pupi niste gaoze, sa iti pui pasarica la bataie sa fii umil ... si ascultator. Si apoi e randul tau sa fii pupat si sa f***i (azi scriu frumos si elegant) si totul se reintoarce de unde a inceput.Haina si pozitia face pe om. Un om fara haine nu ajunge nicaieri. Un om fara pozitie nu exista.&lt;br /&gt;Deci de azi cauta-ti in adancul sufeltului tau ce vrei sa faci .&lt;br /&gt;Este important sa faci cu pasiune si cu respect pentru alti cretini ca mine, asta daca vrei sa mai vin in tara asta. Nu asculta ca**tul din gura unora care nu iti spun decat ce trebuie sa auzi . Incearca sa vezi si sa gandesti.&lt;br /&gt;Nu incerca sa crezi ca totul este doar la mana celor care au cravata si sofer. sunt doar niste cretini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un cretin&lt;br /&gt;mesaj de frustat pentru claudiu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-3829970250529242351?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/3829970250529242351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=3829970250529242351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/3829970250529242351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/3829970250529242351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/02/vb-repede-in-speranta-ca-vei-gandi-la.html' title='Vb. repede in speranta ca vei gandi la fel...'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-9035624279909282665</id><published>2008-02-26T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:02:51.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prosti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='base'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delir'/><title type='text'>De ce tot ce zboara in Romania se manaca cu pofta ?</title><content type='html'>Numele meu este Basescu Elena si sunt aci pentru a deveni sefa voastra la tineretul pd-l&lt;br /&gt;Basescu !!!!!! Aka= marineru, sau cum mai spun alti tatucu vostru :)&lt;br /&gt;Na, acum ca sunteti in cunostinta de cauza priviind calitatile mele va rog sa votati !!!&lt;br /&gt;Si avem urmatori castigatori !!!&lt;br /&gt;Votanti 300&lt;br /&gt;voturi fica lu Base 340&lt;br /&gt;voturi pentru chelu' asta cu ochelari care o sa fie dat afara din partid  -3&lt;br /&gt;Si acum cu mare bucurie in suflet discursu domnisoare base, Elena Basescu fica lu Ochi de Soim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va multumesc !!! Si george boschet(bush) avea un tata ...&lt;br /&gt;Si eu sunt frumoasa si din cand in cand si desteapta&lt;br /&gt;Multumesc&lt;br /&gt;Ropote de aplauze in sala. Aplaudaci in picioare delir in mintea oamenilor&lt;br /&gt;Si acum deznodamantul sau nu...&lt;br /&gt;Elena basescu. Frumoasa ca jumate din polulatia romaniei are un bulan fantastic ca papa este un mare MUIST si un mare LABAGIU    si ajunge sa conduca o tara care a stat lejer 50 de ani in comunism si acum prefera linistea din creier si drumu la Mall pentru fericirea muierii. Ce are aceasta tinerica in plus fata de orice personaj cu un iq mai mare de 50 ??&lt;br /&gt;il are pe tatucu ... CE poate sa imi ofere mie Elenna Basescu in afara de un bloow-job bun ? pentru ca are buze pentru asa ceva ?!!!! Ce a facut domnisoara pentru PD-l ??? Nimic&lt;br /&gt;PD-l   = Partidu  Dobitocilor Labari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astept sa devina presedinte ca sa pot linistit arunca in aer tara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-9035624279909282665?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/9035624279909282665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=9035624279909282665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/9035624279909282665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/9035624279909282665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/02/de-ce-tot-ce-zboara-in-romania-se.html' title='De ce tot ce zboara in Romania se manaca cu pofta ?'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-4790006708472918650</id><published>2008-02-25T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:03:33.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romania'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razboi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iubire'/><title type='text'>Dialog de amor sau de omor ?</title><content type='html'>Astazi in premiera blogosferica, avem dragostea dintre doua personaje :)&lt;br /&gt;Ce poate fi mai curat si frumos decat iubirea? o prajitura ar spune un dobitoc !!!&lt;br /&gt;Asfel cetateanul Petre Damaschim, domicialiat in satul Patarnache, se iubea ca orice strengar cu fi-sa unui mare taran (avea peste 120 kile) din acest mirific sat de campie, din cea mai frumoasa zona, Oltenia. Julieta lui nu era decat fisa lu' asta de 120 de kile . Pana aci nimic gresit' doar ca fisa avea teoretic varsta la care te poti iubi legal cu ea, practic avea 13 ani din care unu de sifilis. Intr-o zi ca oricare zi din acest centru cultural, Vasile (cel cu 120 kile) dupa o zi plina de munca in crasma ... mergea agale acasa, incercand sa nu rateze absolut nici un gard. Intre timp cei doi porumbei aveau o discutie despre temperatura in crestere in lume . Sa citez :&lt;br /&gt;-Fa ce cald imi este ....&lt;br /&gt;-Da-ti hainele jos&lt;br /&gt;Ea mai timida din fire ii spune parolist amorezatului&lt;br /&gt;-Bah in pula mea de cretin, pot sa ti-o sug si cu hainele pe mine&lt;br /&gt;In timp ce discutau despre ratiunea economica a lui Stalin in Rusia, 120 kile a reusit sa intre in curte, chiar la el in curte(era  foarte lejer mai ales cand nu ai gard) s-a dus sa ajute la cresterea faunei in fundul curtii si cu ochii inlacrimati privi cu ura inspre cei doi tineri care discutau aprins ...&lt;br /&gt;- Ce faci ma Damaschine ?? fututi Dumnezeii matii ??&lt;br /&gt;Damaschin fiind suprins de aceste vorbe crestinesti incerca sa il imbuneze&lt;br /&gt;Stai bre, nu vezi ca ma antrenez ???&lt;br /&gt;Fi-sa era intr-o stare de soc mai ales cand a obs. ca microfonul se transforma intr-o chestie mica si bleaga ...&lt;br /&gt;Tata, tata stai ! lasallllll&lt;br /&gt;120 kile :&lt;br /&gt;-Il las fa, il las, dar nu vezi ca nu vrea sa plece (poate ca parul care il pocnea peste capatana eras un bun motiv...)&lt;br /&gt;Damaschin socat de atitudinea deloc mieroasa a  viitorului socru s-a gandit ca ar fi mai bine sa scape de sub "dragostea" tatalui socru&lt;br /&gt;- Bre Vasile, m-nsor cu ea daor lasa-ma sa respir !!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Cand auzit asa ceva ... 115 kile (a slabit 5 kile cat a lovit la el) a spus dintr-o singura gura : Da ma, fututi dumnezii matii , Te insori cu ea ... noroc ca este sifilitica ...&lt;br /&gt;Peste 30 ani cei doi au 4 copii, Damaschin isi respecta socrul(nu la mai vizitat de 10 ani), iar pe nevasta-sa o iubieste in fiece seara, mai ales cand vine de la carciuma . Dar miseleste nevasta reuseste sa se ascunda pe la vecini... dar nu mereu...&lt;br /&gt;Peste ceva timp despre noua iubire dintre Damaschin si fisa lu Vasile pe numele ei Georgeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-4790006708472918650?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/4790006708472918650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=4790006708472918650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/4790006708472918650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/4790006708472918650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/02/dialog-de-amor-sau-de-omor.html' title='Dialog de amor sau de omor ?'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-6940283441481693074</id><published>2008-02-24T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T14:36:29.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tarani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romania'/><title type='text'>simplist vorbind, mananci cacat.</title><content type='html'>Cum majoritatea dintre noi suntem patrioti pana in unghia neagra de la picior, romani in general sunt persoane primitoare, harnice, doresc binele si evident iubesc natura(romanu e frate cu codru)&lt;br /&gt;Cum sunt un complexat cand ma uit la boierii si fanariotii din lumea de azi, normal ca orice parazit care fac umbra plictisit la pamant, sau dupa caz mai si muncesc pentru a nu muri de foame, imi doresc sa devin si eu un gigi becali, un voiculescu sau vantu...&lt;br /&gt;Adica eu de ce sa nu fiu manelist.... de ce sa nu incerc sa ma scobesc in nas linistit si sa fac bilute si sa le prezint colegilor mei din masina, care uimti de talentul meu nativ , deprins din parlament ar aplauda in voie in timp ce doi pustani vor da muzica putin mai tare la telefon arucand si cateva dedicatii pentru sufletul meu negru.&lt;br /&gt;Evident, fiind inferior ca specie poporului roman nu consider ca vreau sa stau in tara unde daca pupi curu' sefului pentru destul timp ajungi sa-ti suga si tie d o alta nelinista in cariera pula ...&lt;br /&gt;Pana la urma ce este normal in tara asta ??&lt;br /&gt;Faptul ca nimeni nu face nimic ? Sau faptul ca sunt furat cu zambetul pe buze ?? Faptul ca bosorogi plini de cacat comunism in ei, plini de prostie stau la coada sa plateasca taxe ... fac liste ... si apoi se plang ca nu sunt respectati ...&lt;br /&gt;Sau sa fie ca ne conduc niste pinguini poponari si plini de prostie ??&lt;br /&gt;Nu prietene, problema este la noi !! Cand s-a votat pentru uninominal stateai acasa si erai socat ca te poti scobi in cur cu mana stanga in loc sa faci ceva ...&lt;br /&gt;Sau eu care daca vreau sa fac ceva pt. cineva mi se spune direct sau mai subtil sa ma duc de unde am iesit... Unde mai gasesc eu acum barza care m-a adus, doar trebuie sa o intreb de unde am venit  .... Si poate chiar m-ar duce daca nu as avea 68 de kile ...&lt;br /&gt;Deci sictir tuturor care cred ca tara asta are nevoie de mine.... Ei bine eu ma simt inutil acestei tari .Sunt frustrat asta e ....&lt;br /&gt;Congo abia asteapta sa ma cunoasca ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-6940283441481693074?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/6940283441481693074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=6940283441481693074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/6940283441481693074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/6940283441481693074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/02/simplist-vorbind-manaci-cacat.html' title='simplist vorbind, mananci cacat.'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-6286287314057117527</id><published>2008-02-22T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T04:52:35.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mesaj comunist-mesaj democrat-mesaj crestin</title><content type='html'>Imi place sa cred ca &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romania &lt;/span&gt;este o tara minunata. Daca beau destul de mult sunt absolut convins ca traiesc in rai. Toti muncim pentru ca asa vream noi, altii din tarile "democrate" muncesc pentru bani, ce cretini. Alti invata pentru cariera sa devina profesori, judecatori, medici, ce idioti, tara are nevoie de muncitori si ei o freaca la rece. Poporul este tot ce conteaza , lumea nu vede &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;decat &lt;/span&gt;ce este urat la noi , urmareste si  incearca sa  destabilzeze idealurile  noastre. Ce conteaza ca nu avem mancare, lumina sau  caldura ?? Suntem uniti intru &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conducatorul &lt;/span&gt;nostru iubit!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sunt obosit. M-am trezit la 8 sa ma duc la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;job&lt;/span&gt;. Dupa atata scoala sau sa ma frece unu' . Puteam mai mult sunt sigur, daca il ascultam pe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;papa &lt;/span&gt;poate acum eram si eu medic, dar mie mi-a placut ase-ul&lt;br /&gt;Tristi astia de la munca, sunt asa inadaptati unui asfel de job, ar trebui sa ii spun &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;managerului &lt;/span&gt;sa vina sa schimbe ceva pe aici. Pare totul asa,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comunism&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;proletarism&lt;/span&gt;, nu stiu ... Aveam 7 ani la revolutie.Dar eu stiu ca sunt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fansy-trancy-dancy&lt;/span&gt;  si sunt &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;. Poate diseara ma duc si beau o cafea cu preteni intr-un club &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asta daca nu ma fute la creier sefu&lt;/span&gt;... si poate odata si odata o sa ma si futa.&lt;br /&gt;Dimineata la 5 dupa ce m-am trezit si m-am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inchinat &lt;/span&gt;de 10 ori parintelui nostru, m-am spalat pe fata cu apa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sfiintita &lt;/span&gt;am taiat 10 buturugi am dat drumu la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laptop &lt;/span&gt;si am bagat la winamp 3 slujbe . Ce bine ma simt !!! Sa mai spuna careva ca viata &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monahala &lt;/span&gt;nu este faina. Greul a trecut... Acum am laptop si niste situri super tari pe care in fiere seara inainte de culcare , impreuna cu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maicutele &lt;/span&gt;mai tinerele, stau si le urmaresc ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;youporn.com&lt;/span&gt;... pardon &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;youtube.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iubesc tara, iubesc democratia dar cel mai mult il iubesc pe dzeu&lt;br /&gt;Amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coae&lt;/span&gt; Ceausescu este &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-6286287314057117527?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/6286287314057117527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=6286287314057117527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/6286287314057117527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/6286287314057117527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/02/mesaj-comunist-mesaj-democrat-mesaj.html' title='mesaj comunist-mesaj democrat-mesaj crestin'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-2788492035442797210</id><published>2008-02-12T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T11:53:32.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fara subiect sau predicat sau fara sau.</title><content type='html'>Nu mai am ce sa scriu ...Mi-a disparut muza ...&lt;br /&gt;Astazi prezint mici dialoguri cretine de romani&lt;br /&gt;Ai observat ca atunci cand vb cu o cunostinta , prieten, amic, gagica lu' fractu', prietena cea mai buna a pretenei tale (cu care te-ai iubi pe persoana fizica :d ) orice povestire mereu va fi lovita de o intamplare mult mai grava si imp. si evident SIMILARA&lt;br /&gt;Te-ai operat ??? ai o gaura in spate incat respiri pe acolo ???&lt;br /&gt;Asta nu e nimic. Vita din fata ta clar are o alta intamplare mult mai interesanta .&lt;br /&gt;"Pai bah!!! Io cand m-au operat de apenticida, sa mor io daca te mint, aveam o taietura de mi se vedea creierul !!!! Da bah!!&lt;br /&gt;Esti enervat pe tara asta numita romania? nu e nimic sigur iti va spune amicul tau bananier: "Cand am fost io in moldova, sa vezi acolo saracie " . Evident el nu a iesit din bucicuresti de 3 ani si atunci cand a iesit a fost din greseala ...&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;Vezi ma ce buna e aia ?? Bah ce cur are sa moara mama !!!&lt;br /&gt;Da ma !!! Ce i-as trageo la pasarica !!!&lt;br /&gt;Bah !!! Ce bune e astea mici ma ...&lt;br /&gt;dialog in statie de metrou dintre doi tineri ... sigur labagii de peste 50 ani . Paradoxal ultima pizda pe care au vazut-o a fost acum 20 ani cand inca isi mai vedeau putza&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vine sf. Valentin ....&lt;br /&gt;bucurie pentru vanzatori, bucurie pentru gagici, bucurie si pentru uni gagii&lt;br /&gt;Daca ai o gagica care se multumeste cu un drum in parc si niste flori te-ai scos ... Poate seara faci si o mica partida de sex ....&lt;br /&gt;Daca e urat afara asta e ... Exista mecu de la unirii&lt;br /&gt;Daca nu ai gagica ai sanse mari sa iti faci una ... cumperi un trandafir, un maimutoi care sa nu semene cu tine .... zambesti tamp cand te vezi cu ea si poate poate dai de pasarica :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai noroc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-2788492035442797210?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/2788492035442797210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=2788492035442797210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/2788492035442797210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/2788492035442797210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/02/fara-subiect-sau-predicat-sau-fara-sau.html' title='Fara subiect sau predicat sau fara sau.'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-5249894185188904928</id><published>2008-02-08T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:02:36.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elodia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cioca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razboi'/><title type='text'>Mica teorie a cretinului inconstient</title><content type='html'>Ca orice dobitoc care a trecut de pubertate, in speta eu, Cioaca (cand aud dobitoc raspund cu prezent) in fiecare zi ma visez conducatorul lumii.&lt;br /&gt; Si cum planurile mele marete de cucerire a universului imi sunt date peste cap de catre Dexter impreuna cu maleficele surori &lt;a href="http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/cartoons/powerpuffgirls/powerpuff_girls_1.jpg"&gt;PowerPuff&lt;/a&gt; sunt nevoit sa scriu aceasta epistola sfanta pentru un nou tratat de pace.&lt;br /&gt;  Daca reusesc sa-i distrug laboratorul lui &lt;a href="http://www.natch.net/misc/0407/DEXTER.gif"&gt;Dexter&lt;/a&gt;, acest James Bond al desenelor animate,  impreuna cu &lt;a href="http://www.roboter-klaus.de/images/mandark_200.jpg"&gt;Mandark &lt;/a&gt;sunt sigur ca jumatate de batalie e castigata.&lt;br /&gt;  Chiar as vrea sa-i transmit prin acest mesaj, domnului Dexter, ca i-am urmarit toate miscarile de pe cartoon network si nu are cu ce sa ma surprinda. Daca va renunta la razboi in mod pasnic ii promit acestui pitic nevrozatic,  inhibat de inaltimea sa fizica, aceasta ganganie puturoasa ca moartea va fi sigura si nedureroasa.&lt;br /&gt;  Despre cele 3 domnisoare PowerPuff, un fel de ingerii lui Charley a desenelor animate sunt ferm convins, ca fara calitatile lor de zburatoare, nu sunt decat niste tinere domnisoare care isi vor gasi viitorul ca secretare la mine la palat.&lt;br /&gt;  Impreuna cu &lt;a href="http://library.thinkquest.org/05aug/01820/images/mojo.gif"&gt;Mojo Jojo&lt;/a&gt;, acest titan al maimutelor, cu o gandire precoce, imi voi pune in aplicare planul diabolic si plin de viclenie prin care eu, Cioaca, stapan al lumii le voi distruge pe aceste 3 biete fetite zburatoare (Bubbles, Blossom si Buttercap).&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.wallpaperbase.com/wallpapers/cartoons/bugsbunny/bugs_bunny_1.jpg"&gt;Bugs Bunny&lt;/a&gt;, acest iepure inofensiv mancator de morcovi a carui singura calitate este sa chinuie un porcusor nevinovat, i s-a pus pe coada lui mica si pufoasa o recompensa de 2000 de elodii (1 elodie= 10 euro). De altfel acest patruped dragut nu mai are mult de trait pentru ca am aplicat tactica lui Stefan cel Mare, otravind si prajolind toate plantatiile de morcovi. Sa-i fie tarana usoara.&lt;br /&gt;   Cum sunt o fire milostiva, promit ca cele 3 domnite vor fi tratate cu respect la mine la curte.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://bbsimg.ngfiles.com/1/12154000/ngbbs460443b2e8985.gif"&gt;Johnny Bravo&lt;/a&gt;. Acest Casanova al desenelor avand creierul cat o nuca degerata, unelteste impreuna cu alti conationali ai lui pentru invrasbirea poporului impotriva universului Cioaca. De altfel, sursele mele de incredere, &lt;a href="http://www.jocuri.fera.ro/images/tom_and_jerry_guns.jpg"&gt;Tom si Jerry&lt;/a&gt;, mi-au adus la cunostinta ca acest blond prostanac ar fi pus la cale disparitia printesei Elodia.&lt;br /&gt;  Ii transimt prin mesagerul meu, &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/mrbernard/cn/deedee.gif"&gt;Dee Dee&lt;/a&gt; ca voi distruge toate zacamintele de gel pentru par, astfel cresterea barilului pentru gelul de par va atinge cote alarmante, iar Jhonny Bravo, acest porno star  se va inchina neincetat in fata regelui Cioaca.&lt;br /&gt; Cei trei spioni ai mei, &lt;a href="http://img512.imageshack.us/img512/9319/eddforumst1.png"&gt;Ed, Edd and Edy&lt;/a&gt; imi ofera zilnic informatii pretioase despre dusmanii Imperiului Cioaca.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.3dnworld.com/users/1/images/UltimateEarth.jpg"&gt;CioacaLand&lt;/a&gt; nu va cadea niciodata in mainile acestor  tradatori de neam  care distrug bunastarea si propasirea spirituala a Imperiului.&lt;br /&gt;    Amin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                  Al vostru, prea iubit imparat&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                    Cioaca, sotul printesei Elodia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-5249894185188904928?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/5249894185188904928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=5249894185188904928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/5249894185188904928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/5249894185188904928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/02/mica-teorie-cretinului-inconstient.html' title='Mica teorie a cretinului inconstient'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-8850236246656276790</id><published>2008-02-07T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T02:58:49.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Despre cuvantul "sanatate" aflat in moarte clinica</title><content type='html'>Despre sanatate cu multa sanatate !!!&lt;br /&gt;Am fost internat am fost operat si acum sunt jupuit de bani&lt;br /&gt;Faptul ca eu platesc ca orice dobitoc taxe la C.A.S (daca era dupa mine nu plateam nimic) nu inseamna ca sunt scutit de sistemul bolnav si ticalosit din spitale&lt;br /&gt;Am dat spaga tuturor ... Doctori, asistente, brancardier, si la oricine avea un halat pe el. Dupa operatie si viata de "hotel" pe care am trait-o venise vremea sa fiu si eu externat si sa urmez tratament . Si cum am o pizda in spate de 5 cm unde lejer intra o nuca, trebuie in fiecare zi sa mi se schimbe pansamentul si sa fiu curatat  de viu. Pana aici vei spune  ca este foarte corect si ca sistemul nostru este plin de voiosie. Dar pentru ca realiatea este de obicei mult mai simpla si mai dura ... asigurarea pentru pansamentul meu (70 lei pe care eu, claudiu, ii dau in fiecare zi timp de 14 zile minim) nu exista. Asigurarea imi garanteaa doar niste aspirine si moartea sigura .Sa traiasca sistemul nostru sfant in care pacienti se insanatosesc singuri sau cu ajutorul divin.&lt;br /&gt;Hilar este atitudinea doctorilor . Parca sunt drogati. Nimic nu ii impresioneaza si nu ma refer la durerea oamenilor si mai mult la starea de mizerie fizica si disperarea pe care tio aduce viata de spital. Te uiti in filme si totul pare curat asezat si poate mai uman  Intri intr-un spital romanesc si te crucesti .&lt;br /&gt;Sa fii sanatos pana cand mori si cand mori sa mori acasa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-8850236246656276790?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/8850236246656276790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=8850236246656276790' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/8850236246656276790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/8850236246656276790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/02/despre-cuvantul-sanatate-afalt-in.html' title='Despre cuvantul &quot;sanatate&quot; aflat in moarte clinica'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-6310501160299876734</id><published>2008-01-30T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:51:46.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coloana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='durere'/><title type='text'>Raportu' medical numarul 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Skx1iLLrGI/R6DUobZDYrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xoD78ADNITU/s1600-h/19_reklama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Skx1iLLrGI/R6DUobZDYrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xoD78ADNITU/s320/19_reklama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161358963979281074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raportul stelar din data de azi cu privire la starea de sanatate a celui mai iubit dintre pamanteni&lt;br /&gt;Toti aveti o coloana ... O ai ca sa mergi biped si nu mergi ca orice vita in patru labe .&lt;br /&gt;Ei bine la mine aceasta coloana cred ca este vie si imi produce niste senzatii foarte interesante&lt;br /&gt;In afara faptului ca noaptea dorm cam 3 ore, ceea ce este bine, nu se stie cand va trebui sa ma transform in pandac.&lt;br /&gt;Niste senzatii pe care doar dusmanilor le mai doresc. Am impresia ca mereu am o mare pula de negru african in cur si ma fute de nu ma vad... De cateva zile jur pe rosu, nu mai sunt fan sexului anal...&lt;br /&gt;Toti bosorogi ma depasesc (cat de curand o sa incep sa le pun piedica), am un mers foarte, foarte ciudat . Daca ai vazut vreodata o maimuta care a baut juma de kil de votca si incepe sa se creada om, ei bine , eu sunt ca maimulta aia bauta si beata.&lt;br /&gt;Imi este senzational de rau, dar inca astept o minune. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A ura&lt;/span&gt; sigur poate este raspunsul la chemarile mele dureroase...  Da incep sa urasc cam tot ce tine de coloana ...&lt;br /&gt;Am de gand sa distrug coloana infinutului ... De altfel sunt sigur ca Brancusi suferea in sinea lui iar durerile produse l-au facut sa isi exprime frustarea....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin si voie buna&lt;br /&gt;Al tau Jean luc Picard From the Starship Enterprise (b-22-fut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later edit&lt;br /&gt;Azi la patru dimineata m-am trezit si am simtit pe pielea mea ce inseamna sa fii paralizat (noroc ca doar 30 minute)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-6310501160299876734?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/6310501160299876734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=6310501160299876734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/6310501160299876734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/6310501160299876734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/01/raportu-medical-numarul-2.html' title='Raportu&apos; medical numarul 2'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-Skx1iLLrGI/R6DUobZDYrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xoD78ADNITU/s72-c/19_reklama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-6902556003204607621</id><published>2008-01-29T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:51:47.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Femeia ta este fidela ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Skx1iLLrGI/R5-F9bZDYqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Jmz6KgzBmVg/s1600-h/17_reklama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Skx1iLLrGI/R5-F9bZDYqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Jmz6KgzBmVg/s320/17_reklama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160990988361228962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Femeile din toata lumea umbla cu mai multi barbati. Asa e normal ... sa chinuie mai multi barbati . O femeie care distruge un singur barbat se numeste Fidela !! Femeia ta este fidela ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cum D-zeu ne-a dat putere sa vedem si sa cunoastem mai multa lume am ajuns in situatia sa incep sa cred ca si-a subestimat abilitatile. Pentru mine femeile, aceste fiinte blande, se impart in 2 categorii&lt;br /&gt;1. Femei&lt;br /&gt;2. Vite&lt;br /&gt;1. Femeile din viata unui om sunt pefecte atunci cand faci sex cu ele .. In rest te plictisesc ... tin sigur cu echipa cu care tu nu tii. Le plac plac plimbarile sub clar de luna atunci cand la tv este un meci unic pentru urmatorul mileniu .&lt;br /&gt;Noroc ca in afara de sex ai aflat ca ai anumite calitati pe care jurai ca nu exista. Cand ai fost cu ea, ai aflat sunt sigur ca daca faci curatenie in fiecare zi nu mori de ciuma buboica . Incepi sa iti arati adevaratele sentimente, plangi la telenovele, prieteni sunt doar niste cretini care stau si beau bere in fiecare weekend in loc sa stea acasa sa faca curatenie pentru a 10000 oara !! Sa nu uitam !!! Toata lumea are o parere "buna" despre prietena ta, iar vorbele rele vin doar de la cele mai bune prietene ale ei .&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce relatia s-a termnat si tu iesi din vraja, iti readuci aminte cu mare placere ca drumul la stadion nu este dificil, berea chiar nu ingrasa, iar daca sfoarai noaptea tu de fapt canti hituri clasice.&lt;br /&gt;A doua categorie de femei sunt vitele&lt;br /&gt;Aceste manifere au un mare avantaj asupra celorlate muieri. In primul rand o vita va sti sa te foloseasca ca pe un cretin cu 3 neuroni obositi, iti va spune in fiecare zi ce frumos esti si ce bine stii sa canti seara in baie. Va considerea ca iubirea este pentru ea cel mai special lucru dupa Pamant. Evident aceasta placa este spusa fiecarui individ  care are ideea sa ii spuna ce numar de imatriculare are la masina .. Atitudinea de vita uscata, are si lucruri bune. Tu mergi prin cluburi si crezi ca lumea se uita la ea pentru ca este frumoasa ca luna dupa cer . Dar din pacate nu este asa, se uita la tine sa vada ce $$$ ai sa isi dea seama cand se va culca cu tine.&lt;br /&gt;Vita, aceasta prospatura in lumea lui Dante, pregatita sa faca orice pentru niste confornt, sau putere. Dar ma rog, eu prefer vitele...&lt;br /&gt;O vita este buna la pat tot timpul si atat . Daca vrei de la viata sa te iubesti mereu, si sa fie si intensa iti recomand o masina buna si niste lire... turcesti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-6902556003204607621?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/6902556003204607621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=6902556003204607621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/6902556003204607621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/6902556003204607621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/01/femeia-ta-este-fidela.html' title='Femeia ta este fidela ?'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Skx1iLLrGI/R5-F9bZDYqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Jmz6KgzBmVg/s72-c/17_reklama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-1054452929876650924</id><published>2008-01-25T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:51:47.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viata ratelor este sau nu o telenovela ??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Skx1iLLrGI/R5o9orZDYpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HGMc1Z9UPJ0/s1600-h/12_reklama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Skx1iLLrGI/R5o9orZDYpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HGMc1Z9UPJ0/s320/12_reklama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159504092158190226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu stiu daca ti-ai dat vreodata seama, ratele duc o viata plina de evenimente din ce in ce mai ciudate. Piata mondiala a ratelor, clima din ce in ce  mai ciudata, exploatarea lor a dus la numeroasa povesti de amor si suferinta .&lt;br /&gt;Sa luam exemplu cel mai cunoscut din lumea plina de macanit a acestor vietati, rata Mc Dack o rata ca oricare rata, o rata simpla din popor.&lt;br /&gt;Mc Dack era amorezat de o alta rata din aceasi stol (cred ca erau veri primari, inca astept rezultatele testelor ADN prelevate de catre medici)&lt;br /&gt;Aceasta iubire, comparata ca intensitate doar cu iubirea laurei andresan fata de orice cu un dick, s-a lasat cu o mare dezamagire. Permite-mi sa-ti povestesc o mare drama&lt;br /&gt;Acest Romeo al ratelor salbatice, fin cunosctor al instinctelor primare, cand era vorba de iubire se indragostise inca de tanar (ceea ce era foarte bine tinanad cont ca viata este scurta sau poate fi incheiata tragic intr-un cuptor) Doca-Doca numele iubitei avea din pacate o singura problema cu care lumea ratelor, care  inca nu puteau trece cu vederea, fiind o familie de zburatori foarte conservatori, faptul ca Doca-Doca, sau cum ii spuneau apropiati Leana, era doar o biata curca (Nu beata)&lt;br /&gt;Cand timpul pentru plecare sosise Mc Dack nu avea decat o singura solutie.... daca iubirea dintre el si curca beata (din cauza ca pleca Doca-Doca bause mai multe dopuri cu tuica)  nu reuseste el se va sinucide impreuna cu ea . Planul era foarte clar definit in mintea lor . El va zbura cat de sus poate apoi si se "arunca" in jos intrand in pamant 2 metri (cantant melodia &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3c32wBYdU0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;james blunt same mistake&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Despre curca noastra nu am aflat mare lucru (nu a apucat sa duca si ea planul la bun sfarsit )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imi era foame si aveam pofta de o friptura de curca&lt;br /&gt;Pofta buna si voua !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac-Mac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cu ajutorul domnisoarei moni ( simo_strumfy@yahoo.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-1054452929876650924?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/1054452929876650924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=1054452929876650924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/1054452929876650924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/1054452929876650924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/01/viata-ratelor-este-sau-nu-o-telenovela.html' title='Viata ratelor este sau nu o telenovela ??????'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-Skx1iLLrGI/R5o9orZDYpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/HGMc1Z9UPJ0/s72-c/12_reklama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-5348006503241294082</id><published>2008-01-24T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:29:20.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unii castiga la loto alti iau febra</title><content type='html'>Presupun, draga cititorule (sa fim si noi mai "linistiti" ), ca-ai aflat deja si cunosti foarte bine, lumea se imparte in doua - cei care castiga la 6/49 si cei care fac febra . Cum eu pana acum nu am reusit sa castig la acest joc complex si logic:) reusesc sa primesc la mine in gazda tot felul de virusi.&lt;br /&gt;Febra totusi este interesanta. Aseara eram asa de sigur ca am castigat oscarul, incat daca ma trezea careva in acele momente de glorie incepeam discursul .Dar nu despre oscar este vorba.&lt;br /&gt;Orice virus mai puternic ca o buba in nas este bine primit la mine in corp - sunt o buna gazda stiu.. se va simti bine cu mine, doar sta cateva saptamani...&lt;br /&gt;Sunt absolut sigur ca atunci cand febra gainilor bete va trece la om eu voi fi printre castigatori .&lt;br /&gt;Boala vacii nebune nu a reusit sa ma atinga, dar jur ca stiu personal niste gagici care sunt vaci nebune. Se stiu ele (Milka, Fulga) le cunosti dupa muls ...pardon mers&lt;br /&gt;Si oricum starile pe care febra ti le dau nu se pot compara cu nimic (nici macar cu o partida de sex salbatic cu 70 fecioare ) De la frig la caldura trecerea este rapida si foarte putin dureroasa dar fiind faptul ca ai sanse mari ca in acele momente de glorie medicala(dupa ce ai halit ca  un nesatul juma de kil de pastile) halucinatiile sa te faca sanatos tun. Ne vedem maine cand voi fi mai putin debil si poate mai putin cretin&lt;br /&gt;di end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-5348006503241294082?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/5348006503241294082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=5348006503241294082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/5348006503241294082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/5348006503241294082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/01/uni-castiga-la-loto-alti-iau-febra.html' title='Unii castiga la loto alti iau febra'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-2925301317099117373</id><published>2008-01-23T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T12:01:57.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tovarasa' Videanu sper sa mori !!! .Pe persoana fizica un mesaj  politic si crestin AMIN!!!!</title><content type='html'>It is a bird ??? Nooooooooooooooooo it is a &lt;a href="http://sabin.ro/sabinnew/albun47/IMG_9867.sized.jpg"&gt;turture !!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deci, domnu videanu, in afara faptului ca ti-am sodomizat toata familia in gand si ca urmatorul vot o sa il primesti doar atunci cand iti voi alege arma care te va duce unde meriti ... Sub pamant la 3 metri as vrea sa iti trasmit cu o mare bucurie in suflet urmatorul mesaj crestinesc.&lt;br /&gt;I-ati burta si impreuna cu &lt;a href="http://www.racematters.org/assets/BlackMigrationBothSlaveFree.jpg"&gt;lesinatii de la primarie&lt;/a&gt; scoate rahatu ala de namol numit stiintific zapada, muta toata zapada la mata in casa. Cacatul ala negru care ma face pe mine si pe restul cretinilor adica -mitici- (restu' taranilor sunt obisnuiti cu namolul si balegar) sa arat ca o vita la jug . Si macar daca apa care se scurge prin BuciCuresti era curata imi luam o pluta si o luam usor pe Victoriei ....&lt;br /&gt;Gatu matii de vita obosita, suntem tara care merge mana in mana cu D-zeu . Ploua afara suntem Venetie, ninge afara suntem alaska, furi tot de la primarie suntem prosti ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mori in mata... de gunoi ... javra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-2925301317099117373?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/2925301317099117373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=2925301317099117373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/2925301317099117373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/2925301317099117373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/01/tovarasa-videanu-sper-sa-mori-pe.html' title='Tovarasa&apos; Videanu sper sa mori !!! .Pe persoana fizica un mesaj  politic si crestin AMIN!!!!'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-6463154948889455274</id><published>2008-01-23T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T11:44:59.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fi sau a nu fi ... javra</title><content type='html'>Sa incep ca un ade&lt;a href="http://www.markmedia.ro/uploads/fototeca/vacar-capital.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vacar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; scriitor in devenire sau &lt;a href="http://files.blog-city.com/files/aa/31561/p/f/fuck_off_for_blog.jpg"&gt;nu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pare ca sesiunea imi aduce in creier anumite stari pe care credeam ca neuronii ametiti de &lt;a href="http://www.bibliaromana.com/verset/imagini/verset_Iisus.jpg"&gt;filmele porno&lt;/a&gt; nu stiu sa  le mai guste. Hai lasa macarea din gura, stai lejer pe scaun(&lt;a href="http://www.dc.state.fl.us/secretary/press/1999/electric-chair.jpg"&gt;daca ai&lt;/a&gt;) si citeste cu gura mare ca sa te pocneasca mata peste fata plina de gunoi.&lt;br /&gt;Stiu, deja te-ai plictisit, te-ai gandit deja cum ai ajuns in gunoiul asta de site dar in p**a (&lt;a href="http://imagesforum.doctissimo.fr/mesimages/4002389/big%20dick.png"&gt;pula&lt;/a&gt;) mea ai rabdare sa te lamuresc, javra ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloow-job.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogul&lt;/a&gt; este ca si cum ai canta in baie in timp ce-ti dai mizeria dupa tine (&lt;a href="http://www.diseara.ro/img/poza_zilei/206.jpg"&gt;din cel mai curat oras&lt;/a&gt;) si intre timp te miri ca nu iti mai vezi putza(sunt in trend si folosesc "&lt;a href="http://www.lifesux.ro/cat00197/art1843382224/Stupid.jpg"&gt;tz&lt;/a&gt;") de la burta plina de &lt;a href="http://bits.webhs.org/blog/shit.jpg"&gt;shaorme&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca te trezesti dimineata si de mult ai uitat ca pasta de dinti nu este ornament in baie, sapunul il folosim doar pentru zilele in care sarbatorile bat la usa ... DAR dragul/draga mea javra trebuie sa recunosti ca nu te recunosti in aceasta &lt;a href="http://www.rescue.ro/images/2007/bible.jpg"&gt;epistola &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fi sau a nu fi ... javra .&lt;br /&gt;Iti spun eu esti. Ca orice dobitoc care considera viata doar un mijloc de a distruge natura si a polua orasul cu corpul tau morbid de balegar iti readuc aminte un lucru interesant : " esti doar o javra cretina"&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;ps :&lt;br /&gt;maine incep un serial mai amuzant decat rahatul asta de 2 bani pe care l-am scris in timp ce ma scobeam in nas&lt;br /&gt;Mata regreata ca esti viu ... javra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-6463154948889455274?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/6463154948889455274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=6463154948889455274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/6463154948889455274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/6463154948889455274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/01/fi-sau-nu-fi-javra.html' title='A fi sau a nu fi ... javra'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1047393682554827348.post-2429313178009142097</id><published>2008-01-23T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T06:10:58.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>primul</title><content type='html'>Cum spunea mata cand te-a scos din pestera : "credeam ca este viu ..."&lt;br /&gt;Evident ca fiecare din noi citeste  doar &lt;a href="http://youporn.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;seara dupa doispe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oricum, nu o sa gasesti ceva mai interesant pe net decat &lt;a href="http://www.posteremag.ro/imagini/411-2%20Stupid%20Dogs.jpg"&gt;"prostiile"&lt;/a&gt; mele&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1047393682554827348-2429313178009142097?l=bloow-job.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/feeds/2429313178009142097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1047393682554827348&amp;postID=2429313178009142097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/2429313178009142097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1047393682554827348/posts/default/2429313178009142097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloow-job.blogspot.com/2008/01/primul.html' title='primul'/><author><name>Claudiu</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
