Vici in ostali heci

[Fluid]

[Anderson#8]

Je vijolično in v kotu sedi....

Hudobna Sliva

[Remmy]

Tole je pa jebeno legendarno ...
Prav predstavljam si tebe, ko se tkole postavš s svojim pofavlanim prstom

[Fluid]

STFU

Fritzl ma tud facebook



I'll get my coat now!

[trelcek]

How many citeh players does it tako to win the league?

11, but you have to go 41 years back to get them!

[trelcek]

It was the night before Bozič and all through the kuča,
the air smelled of spicy sarma and rakija vruča.
By the dimnjak the šlapiče were hung kinda krivo,
In hopes that Sveti Nikola would soon bring me some pivo.
Tata was in his soba and he was snoring pretty hard,
I guess he was tired from stealing the tree from my neighbor's backyard.
Mama was in the basement cooking like a fool,
Adding just the right amount of Vegeta to the juha and fižol.
When out on the lawn there arose such galama,
Tata yelled from his room "Pa, koji je [censored] vama!"
There was a knocking on the front door with such a loud barrage,
I yelled through the window "This is a Croatian house...come in through
the garage!"
And standing in the garage right next to my car,
Was my drunk Teče Joza coming home from the bar.
"Ajde, odi spavat," I told him with might,
Ain't nobody gonna ruin my chances of seeing Sveti Nikola tonight.
About two hours later I heard a noise downstairs,
So I jumped from my krevet to see who was there.
Standing by the tree and eating some leftover pizza,
Was good 'ol Sveti Nikola reeking of homemade šljivovica!
He was all dressed in red and big as an ox,
And wore some brown sandals along with white socks.
Smelling like a gypsy that's been drinking for days,
He wasn't what I expected...I was actually amazed.
"U pizdu mater, kako mrzim ovaj posao," he said,
And then I think he muttered something about his wife and how he wished
she was dead.
He put the presents under the tree while whistling a Christmas beat,
They were all wrapped up kinda shitty with the paper bags from Ottawa Street.
12 čarape for me and 12 for my brother,3 pairs of gače for my dad
and a can of turška kava for my mother.
This Croatian Santa was crooked...he was nothing like the fable,
I should of known it when he swiped my pack of smokes from the table.
I yelled "Hey!" as Sveti Nikola turned around like a car,
Throwing his šlapa at me as if it were a ninja star.
The look in his eyes was nothing but fright,
He said "Jebo ti pas mater" and dashed out of sight.
Up through the dimnjak I heard a loud shriek,
Sveti Nikola had just farted like some wild bik.
He got in his kaput, made for hladne zime, And he yelled at his jelene,
ime po ime. "Naprijed Marko i Darko, Petar i Ante,"\ "Ajde Josip i
Nenad, Ivo i Mate..."
And then he yelled, "Ajdemo brzo, moramo proč,"
This will be one jebena noč!

[Anderson#8]

Zakaj nogometna tekma med Kolumbijo in Jamajko ni mogoča?
Ker bi Kolumbijci vse črte posnifali, Jamajčani pa vso travo pokadili.

Darilo od mene, ko danes praznujem . Sicer bolj večer v družbi prijateljev in punce...

[trelcek]

lahko bi reku samo v družbi latinosov bi vsi razumel

i had to

(a jih peles na vecerjo v restavracijo z morskimi jedmi? na hobotnico )

[Taki]

kakšne pa pribijaš... hobotnica je zanjga sveta žival, podobno kot pri indijcih krava...

[Anderson#8]

Haha, hobotnica vas je demantirala mar ne?