ZA/UM: Mine putsi ma olen Odd-Eyed Cat!

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Mine putsi ma olen Odd-Eyed Cat!

16 comments:

AnonymousFebruary 8, 2012 at 8:08 PM
woah. love this tag.
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AnonymousFebruary 8, 2012 at 8:11 PM
147 VÄIKEST TÜDRUKUT JA KIWA (JA RIHO) one of them. haha.
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AnonymousFebruary 8, 2012 at 9:30 PM
http://9gag.com/gag/2463922
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Aleksander RostovFebruary 9, 2012 at 8:02 PM
Selle pildi varastasime wikipeediast muide, pätid nagu me oleme. Isegi autori nime ei maini ega midagi cause fuck you guys.
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ckFebruary 9, 2012 at 8:07 PM
mul on tunne et robi tahab seda kassi nussida. robert, kas sa tahad seda kassi nussida?
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AnonymousFebruary 12, 2012 at 1:44 PM
Päriselt on wikis artikkel: odd eyed cats?
Muide toppige lingid alla: nunnu autorikaitse tahab vahel tööd teha.
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AnonymousFebruary 12, 2012 at 3:05 PM
mingisugune ma olen siukseid näinud muidu ka, ma vast olen isegi siuksele pai teinud kunagist.
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AnonymousFebruary 12, 2012 at 7:47 PM
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/3c/Astrid_com_orelhonas-crop.jpg/668px-Astrid_com_orelhonas-crop.jpg
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HHFebruary 12, 2012 at 7:47 PM
Mulle meeldib, et kui sisestada otsimootorisse "odd-eyed cat", siis käesolev postitus on pärast Wikipedia lehekülge teine otsinguvaste.
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kiwanoidFebruary 20, 2012 at 9:47 AM
bowiekass
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(telekamängud nõukogudemaal)

Dokumentaalfilm. Maailma kõige lahedam tüüp räägib tund aega telekamängudest nõukogudemaal.

KASSA KUULED?! KASSA KUULED MU ÄÄLT? KASSA KUULED?! KASSA KUUUULED MU ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄLT?!

"RUSSIAN FUTURISTS BLACK OUT THE SUN"
LUKE HAINES

Futurismo no 1

Drive out to the woods
and don't stop until you reach a glade
by a frozen lake

And run for your life
the body's cold and it's rotting fast
in the the boot of a car

Whatever you do
don't look behind you
whatever you do
just run and run

St. Petersburg is a hundred miles away
on a clear day
russian nihilists black out the czar

At the Stray Dog cafe
we owe you nothing,
just a slap in the face
of public taste
Futurismo no 1.
we give you cosmonauts in Luna Park
on a war against the sun

Kiev, Kharkov and Odessa
this show will run and run

St. Petersburg is a hundred miles away
on a clear day
Russian Futurists black out the sun

One day we'll make history
and they'll thank us for all we have done
when we were cruel and young
Russian Futurists black out the sun

At the Stray Dog cafe
we owe you nothing,
just a slap in the face
of public taste
Futurismo no 1
we give you cosmonauts in Luna park
on a war against the sun

Kiev, Kharkov and Odessa
this war will run and run

All the peasants say
Gorky park is 20 years away
Russian Futurists black out the sun

Kiev, Kharkov and Odessa

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