LE FIL DE LA LIBERTE D'EXPRESSION

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PUTAIN DE MERDE, J'VIENS dE rEmArQuEr Qu'on a TOUS DES LETTRES DANS NOS PSEUDOS!!!!




Extraterrestre

[Les_vrais_sales]

Little Johnny is taking a shower with his mother and says, “Mom, what are those things on your chest?”

Unsure of how to reply, she tells Johnny to ask his dad at breakfast tomorrow, quite certain the matter would be forgotten. Johnny didn’t forget.

The following morning he asked his father the same question. His father,

always quick with the answers, says, “Why Johnny, those are balloons. When your

mommy dies, we can blow them up and she’ll float to heaven.”

Johnny thinks that’s neat and asks no more questions. A few weeks

later, Johnny’s dad comes home from work a few hours early.

Johnny runs out of the house crying hysterically,

“Daddy! Daddy! Mommy’s dying!” His father says, “Calm down son! Why do you think Mommy’s

dying?”

“Uncle Harry is blowing up Mommy’s balloons and she’s screaming ‘Oh

God, I’m coming!”

[cultivateur blanc]

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[Les_vrais_sales]

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PUTAIN DE MERDE, J'VIENS dE rEmArQuEr Qu'on a PAS TOUS DES LETTRES DANS NOS PSEUDOS!!!!




Extraterrestre

[cultivateur blanc]

L'est sauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutéééééééééééééééééé!!!


Woooooooooooh... éééyéhhheeey

[Monty]

[Le patron]

Je pense que vous avez tous le cerveau completement déglingué

[Les_vrais_sales]

Salutations à Sebondus sur le fil de la liberté d'expression... Salutations à Sebondus....
Le Mollah de c'forum... De c'forum islamique de merde
HAN!?

Moi c'est LVS

[tulilupe]

Une portion de viande vraiment trrrrrrès mince

[Le patron]

Comme ta note au bac ?

[tulilupe]

Rattrapages

[Montagne-de-cocaïne]

Woooooooooooh... éééyéhhheeey

[Les_vrais_sales]

Ca me rappelle une histoire

J'étais allé au centre ville.
J"écoutait une chanson de Time Bomb qui passait dans mon MP3, et juste au moment ou HIFI dit "Lunatic Xmen Toxico" je vois Michael Jackson qui descend du ciel et qui me dis je t'ai envoyé une lettre....


Je me dis putain!
"Putain!" ( la première fois de ma vie que je dis ce mot )
Déja je me dis bon si il descend... c'est qu'il est au paradis! J'suis sur le haut parce que j'ki..ki..kiffe à fond michael Jackson

4 ans plus tard... Je recois une lettre de Michael jackson...
Je me dis "putain" ( la deuxième fois de ma vie que je dis ce mot ) et j'ouvre la lettre et voici ce qu'il y a dedans...





La je me dis "Mais.., 4 ans ont passé depuis la mort de michael jackson?" Ben non c'était il y a un mois... Donc je n'ai pas reçu cette lettre 4 ans après ma vision!!
Mais..
A mois que... ''

[Jacques Chirac]

Tout est dans la cassette

[SommedeRie_Man]

LA CASSETTE DE L'HEURE!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cultivateur blanc]

que Washington recherche

[Les_vrais_sales]

Hier j'ai lu un article sur jérome Kerviel qui racontit toute son histoire c'était de haute gamme La façon qu'il a acheté 50 milliards d'actions
Gros fanatique de son style d'échangeur mongol

[Jacques Chirac]

La liberté de voler

[Les_vrais_sales]

La liberté de pincer

[Mahmoud]

Player, give me some brew an I might just chill,
but I'm the type that like to light another joint
Like Cypress Hill
I'm steal doobies spit loogies when I puff on it,
I got some bucks on it, but it ain't enuff on it
go get the S-t. I-d-e-s
never the less, I'm hella Fresh,
rollin joints like a cigarrette
so pass it cross the table like Ping Pong,
I'm gone, beatin my chest like King Kong,
it's on, wrap my lips around a 40,
and when it comes to get another stogie,
fools all kick in like Shinobi
no, me ain't my homie to begin with,
it's too many heads to be poppin at my friend hit it
unless you pull out the phat, crispy
five dollar bill on the real before its history
cos fools be havin the vaccum lungs,
an if you let em hit it for free,
you hellar "dum-dum-dum-dum"
I come to school with a taylor on my earlobe
avoidin all the thick teasers, skeezers, and weirdos
I be blowin up the land like where tha bomb at?
give me two bucks,
you take a puff, and pass my bomb back
suck up the dank like a slurpy the serious bomb
will make a nigge go delirous like Eddie Murphy
I got more growin pains than Maggie
cos homies nag me,
to take the dank out of the baggie


1-I got five on it,
grab your 40, let's get keyed
I got five on it,
messin wit that Indo weed
I got five on it,
it's got me stuck and not go back
I got five on it,
potna lets go half on a sack


I take sacks to the face,
whenever I can,
don't need no cruch
I'm so keyed up,
till the joint be burnin my hand
next time I roll it in a hampa
to burn slo,
so the ashes won't be burnin up my hand, bra
hoochies can hit,
but they know they got to pitch in,
then I roll a joint that's longer than your extension
cos I'll be damned if you get high off me for free
hell no, you betta bring your own spliff, chief
wassup, don't make me sip that,
better pass the JOINT!
stop hittin cos you know ya got Asthma
crack a 40 open, homie, an guzzel it,
cos I know the weed in my system is gettin lonley
I gotta take a whiz test to my P-O
I know how I failed cos I done smoked major weed bro,
an everytime we with Chris that fool rollin up a fattie,
but the Tanqueray straight had me



hey, make this right man,
stop at the light man,
my yester night thang got me hung off the night train
you fade, i face
so let's head to da east
hit the stroll to 9-0 so we can roll big, hot sheets
I wish I could fade the ache
but I'm no budget,
still rollin a 2 door cutglass, same 'ole bucket
foggy Fenêtres, soggy Indo,
I'm in tha land gettin smoked wit my kinfolk
been smoked,
yuk'll, the sprayer lay it down,
up in the OAK the Town
homies don't play around,
we down to blaze a pound
then eaz up,
speed up through the ESO drink the V.S.O.P.
P up with the lemon squeeze up
and everybody's rolled up, I'm da rolla
that's quick to fold a blunt out of a buncha sticky dosia
hold up, suck up my weed as all you do
kick in feed, cause where I be's we need tab like a foo-foo