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door : Nico
Op: 23/10/2005 16:42 |
| Het valt me op dat vlak voor de wedstrijd het heel stil word bij jullie hiero.Die wanvertoning is aanstaande , ik snap het wel :> |
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| Gepost door:
willy Op: 24/10/2005 00:12 |
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word....is met DT , KLOOJO...mijn team is helemaal klaar voor maandag, cq straks !!! ik mis in mijn sterreteam JOET en NOR...godver,ikke van gaal, wil gewoon een toppie elftal maar mijn ster spelers hebben geen tijd...!!!of last van de rug of weet ik niet wat..we gaan de nr 1 slopeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee 
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| Gepost door:
Nor Op: 24/10/2005 17:22 |
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Gelukkig ben jij er wel  
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| Gepost door:
Nico Op: 24/10/2005 17:46 |
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| sterreteam is met .... een N KJOOJOOOOO<br /> |
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| Gepost door:
Erik Wijma Op: 24/10/2005 17:49 |
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| en slopeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ook | |
| Gepost door:
webbie Op: 25/10/2005 04:34 |
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Deze site is ook te bereiken via : www.paroliplayers.tk 
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| Gepost door:
snoei Op: 25/10/2005 14:13 |
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| met nog meer reclame inkomsten | |
| Gepost door:
Polly Op: 25/10/2005 14:26 |
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| --------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /> Basil Fawlty: May I help you, madam? <br /> Mrs. Richards: Are you the manager? <br /> Basil Fawlty: I am the *owner*. <br /> Mrs. Richards: What? <br /> Basil Fawlty: I am the owner. <br /> Mrs. Richards: I want to speak to the manager. <br /> Basil Fawlty: [impatiently] I am the manager, too. <br /> Mrs. Richards: What? <br /> Basil Fawlty: I am the manager *as well*. <br /> Manuel: [confirming Basil's identity] Manajer, him manajer. <br /> Mrs. Richards: Oh. You're Watt. <br /> Basil Fawlty: [confused] I'm the manager. <br /> Mrs. Richards: What? <br /> Basil Fawlty: I'm the manager. <br /> Mrs. Richards: Yes, I know, you've just told me; what's the matter with you? Now listen to me. I specifically requested a bath for my room. When I pay for a bath, I expect to get a bath. <br /> Basil Fawlty: You've *got* a bath. <br /> Mrs. Richards: I'm not paying seventeen-pounds-fifty per night plus VAT for a room without a bath. <br /> Basil Fawlty: [indicating private bath in adjoining room] There is your bath. <br /> Mrs. Richards: You call that a bath? It's not big enough to drown a mouse. It's disgraceful. <br /> Basil Fawlty: [sotto voice] I wish you were a mouse; I'd show you. <br /> Mrs. Richards: [standing next to the window] And another thing: I asked for a room with a view. <br /> Basil Fawlty: [aside to Manuel] Deaf, mad, *and* blind. <br /> [to Mrs. Richards as he makes a show of inspecting the view] <br /> Basil Fawlty: This is the view as far as I can remember... Yes... Yes, this is it. <br /> Mrs. Richards: When I pay for a view, I expect to see something more interesting than that. <br /> Basil Fawlty: That is Torquay, madam. <br /> Mrs. Richards: Well, that's not good enough. <br /> Basil Fawlty: Well, might I ask what you expected to see out of a Torquay hotel bedroom window? Sydney Opera House, perhaps? The hanging gardens of Babylon? Herds of wildebeest sweeping majestically... <br /> Mrs. Richards: Don't be ridiculous. I expect to be able to see the sea. <br /> Basil Fawlty: You *can* see the sea. It's over there between the land and the sky. <br /> Mrs. Richards: I'd need a telescope to see that. <br /> Basil Fawlty: Well, might I suggest you move to a hotel closer to the sea. <br /> [sotto voice] <br /> Basil Fawlty: Or preferably in it. <br /> Mrs. Richards: Now listen to me. I'm not satisfied, but I've decided to stay here. However, I shall expect a reduction. <br /> Basil Fawlty: Why? Because Krakatoa's not erupting at the moment, or... <br /> Mrs. Richards: No. Because the room is cold, the bath is too small, the view is invisible, and the radio doesn't work. <br /> Basil Fawlty: No, the radio works. <br /> [sotto voice] <br /> Basil Fawlty: You don't. <br /> Mrs. Richards: What? <br /> Basil Fawlty: But I can fix it, you see. <br /> [sotto voice] <br /> Basil Fawlty: You scabby old bat. <br /> [Turns up the in-wall radio full blast to prove it works. Manuel jams his hands over his ears] <br /> Basil Fawlty: [shutting it off] I think we got something then. <br /> Mrs. Richards: What? <br /> |
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