Funny stuff ?!!

[monotwix]

That’s good memory. OMEGA3?

[Prophet4no1]

^That reminded me of:

 

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/art/art-news/7150256/Record-65m-paid-for-Alberto-Giacometti-bronze-sculpture-at-Sothebys-auction.html

 

 

People with WAY to much money. I would not pay $50 for that, let alone $104million!

[hitman]

[topol-m]

:laugh:

[Lucas_From_Hell]

-"Peace on you!"

 

-"Piss on you too, you son of a bitch!"

 

:megalol:

 

Now another one, this time a comparsion:

 

 

Don't feel offended, you guys rule! :D

Edited February 8, 2010 by Lucas_From_Hell

[159th_Viper]

 

 

V for Victory!

[gigz-on]

:lol:

 

[hitman]

:lol:

 

 

i wonder how they do that...

[gigz-on]

i wonder how they do that...

Me too.. :music_whistling:

[Prophet4no1]

Oldy but a goodie!

 

 

 

[Frazer]

"It's raining men" @ 5 mins is still my favorite in this movie. I couldn't stop laughing the first time I saw that :megalol:

[Prophet4no1]

Yeah, it's totally random. I love that vid. It's proabably the best BF2 vid ever.

[Flаnker]

[Lucas_From_Hell]

For us of the aviator kind, a classic :D:

 

[zakobi]

found this link: http://ssshotaru.homestead.com/files/aolertranslator.html

Here's what i copied from wiki about the p-47

The Republic P-47 Thunderbolt, also known as the "Jug," was the biggest, heaviest, and most expensive fighter aircraft in history to be powered by a single reciprocating engine.[2] It was one of the main United States Army Air Forces (USAAF) fighters of World War II, and also served with other Allied air forces. The P-47 was effective in air combat but proved especially adept at ground attack. It had eight .50-caliber machine guns, four per wing. When fully loaded the P-47 could weigh up to eight tons. A modern-day counterpart in that role, the A-10 Thunderbolt II, takes its name from the P-47.

 

Here's what it translated it to:

DA R3PUBLIC P-47 THUNDERBOLT ALSO KNOWN AS TEH JUG WAS TEH BIGEST HAAVEIST AND MOST EXP3NSIEV FIGHTAR ARECRAFT IN HIS2RY 2 B POW3R3D BY A SNGLE RECIPROCATNG 3NGIEN[2]!1111!1! LOL IT WAS ONE OF DA MANE UNIETD STAETS ARMY ARE FORCAS (USAF) FIGHTERS OF WORLD WAR I AND ALSO SARVED WIT OTH3R ALEID ARE FORC3S!!111111! OMG LOL DA P-47 WAS EFECTIEV IN ARE COMBAT BUT PROVED 3SP3CIALY AEDPT AT GROUND ATAK!!!11 OMG WTF IT HAD AIGHT 50-CALIEBR!1111 OMG MACHIEN GUNS FOUR PER WNG!11!!!1!! WTF LOL WHEN FULY LOAEDD DA P-47 CUD WAIGH UP 2 AIGHT 2NS!11!1!11 A MODERN-DAY COUNTARPART IN TAHT ROLE DA A-10 THUNDARBOLT I TAEKS ITS NME FROM TEH P-47!!!!1 OMG

[zakobi]

http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1kPfVm/www.proft.org/tips/evil.html

[Brit_Radar_Dude]

Mine Part 1 2:40 onwards. The bit with the subtitles - absolute comedy gold !!

 

I show that (and Lockon's Bill et John) to my friends when I'm trying to explain machinima to them. They're not into computers, or gaming but they wet themselves laughing. It opens their eyes to the movie making power that todays games can put into the hands of amateurs.

[Namenlos Ein]

Mona Lisa Overkill.

 

Katyushka (little katyusha) from Baghdad.

[topol-m]

Katyushka (little katyusha) from Baghdad.

 

Hahahaaaa :lol: The initial guidance before launch of the missiles is performed by precise head turning :doh:

[hitman]

I read last week how there are more than one million battered women inthe United Stateseach year. All these years I've been eating them raw.

[hitman]

I know the counselor said we shouldn’t contact each other during our “cooling off” period, but I couldn’t wait anymore. The day you left, I swore I’d never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride has cost me a lot of things. I’m tired of pretending I don’t miss you. I don’t care about looking bad anymore. I don’t care who makes the first move as long as one of us does.

 

Maybe it’s time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says “There’s no one like you, Connie.” I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they’re not you. They’re not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and brought her home with me. I don’t say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation.She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn’t believe and an ass that just wouldn’t quit. Every man’s dream, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we’ve made important in our lives. It’s all so superficial.

 

What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I’m getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I’m never really thought of that before.

 

I don’t know, maybe I’m just growing up a little. Later, after I’m tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, “Why do I feel so drained and empty?” It wasn’t just her flawless technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn’t feel the same because you weren’t there to watch. Do you know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Connie, I’m just going crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.

 

Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured I wasn’t eating right without a woman around. I didn’t know what she meant till later, but that’s not the real story.

 

Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know, we’re banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart’s a total monster in the sack. She’s giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she’s not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother’s old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it’s totally hot, but it makes me sad, too. Cause I can’t help thinking, “Why didn’t Connie ever put the mirror on the floor? We’ve had this old vanity for what, 14 years, and we never used it as a sex toy.”

 

Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining order. I mean, Vicky’s just a kid and all, but she’s got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she’s been a real friend to me during this painful time. She’s given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She’s pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really is. So we’re doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here’s this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And that just about makes me cry.

 

And then it turns out Vicky’s really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about trying it and how that probably fuelled some of the bitterness between us. But do you see how even then, when I’m thrusting inside your baby sister’s cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you. It’s true, Connie. In your heart you must know it. Don’t you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can.

 

If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.Otherwise, can you let me know where the ****ing remote is.

Love Dan XX

Edited February 13, 2010 by hitman

[monotwix]

That’s lovely but what the heck has dyslexia to do with any thing?

[Flаnker]

[topol-m]

Anti-mosquito Laser Defense System:

[Flаnker]

Armed Assault - Dance Battle: USA vs Russia