Weer mooi om te lezen hoe iedereen los gaat in de “krabbels”. Zoals daar zijn:

vuile fiese moordenaar grrr wat heb ik een hekel aan jouw in de hel moet je branden dood dood dood met joran echt zielig die je lelijke rot kop en die vader van je die vertrouw ik ook al niet al ben ik tien dood met jouw dood met joran

Leuk detail is dat Joran lid is van de hyves “Tegen het sluiten van discotheken om 2 uur”.

Hollen of stilstaan en een mooi kat-en-muis spelletje.. Heerlijke sport! 🙂

Place your bets…

Het is geen donderdag en hij komt niet van Doro, maar toch een mop:

A man appears before St. Peter at the pearly gates. “Have you ever done anything of partiicular merit?” St. Peter asks.

“Well, I can think of one thing,” the man offers.

“Once, on a trip to the Black Hills, out in South Dakota, I came upon a gang of high-testosterone bikers who were threatening a young woman. I directed them to leave her alone, but they wouldn’t listen. So, I approached the largest and most heavily tattooed biker. I smacked him on the head, kicked his bike over, ripped out his nose ring and threw it on the ground, then told him, “Leave her alone now or you’ll answer to me.”

St. Peter was impressed. “When did this happen?”

“Just a couple of minutes ago.”

🙂

You are no longer a human being… you are now a… CHICKEN!!

Voor we hem vergeten…

Best een aardige gozer naar het schijnt.

Niet gisteren. En ook niet morgen. Vandaag!

Vandaag bestaat Lego 50 jaar! Dat waren nog eens tijden.

En jij verdient te weten wanneer het zo ver is.

Iemand ooit ‘Arachnofobia‘ gezien?

Dat is waar deze foto mij aan deed denken…

(klikken op eigen risico… 😉 )

Voor we hem vergeten…

Hij is dood.

Johnny Cash – The ballad of Ira Hayes

Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin’ Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Gather round me people there’s a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira’s peoples’ crops
‘Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin’ water stopped

Now Ira’s folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man’s greed

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin’ Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

There they battled up Iwo Jima’s hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin’ Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira’d done
And when did the Indians dance

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin’ Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Then Ira started drinkin’ hard;
Jail was often his home
They’d let him raise the flag and lower it
like you’d throw a dog a bone!

He died drunk one mornin’
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin’ Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin’ thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died

Omdat het een mooi nummer is.

Voor we ze vergeten…

Hun zanger (Ali, derde van rechts) kapt er mee.