<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511924077872325637</id><updated>2011-11-28T01:35:11.515+02:00</updated><category term='badarani'/><category term='hard sex'/><category term='cool man'/><category term='moarte'/><category term='tigari'/><category term='blonda'/><category term='slims'/><category term='destept'/><category term='prost'/><category term='disperati'/><category term='vanzator'/><category term='inceput'/><category term='miss'/><category term='oua'/><category term='blog'/><category term='durex'/><category term='viata'/><title type='text'>LazyMariusBlog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LazyMarius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNn04eIrfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-q4w0pfOlHM/S220/je.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511924077872325637.post-2240705383338164887</id><published>2009-10-04T20:52:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T20:55:21.235+03:00</updated><title type='text'>M-am mutat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lazymarius.blog.com/"&gt;AICI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511924077872325637-2240705383338164887?l=lazymarius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/feeds/2240705383338164887/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511924077872325637&amp;postID=2240705383338164887' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/2240705383338164887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/2240705383338164887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/2009/10/m-am-mutat_04.html' title='M-am mutat'/><author><name>LazyMarius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNn04eIrfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-q4w0pfOlHM/S220/je.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511924077872325637.post-5186184324014058695</id><published>2009-09-21T19:02:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:23:21.674+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slims'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tigari'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mi-am luat tigari Slims &lt;br /&gt;mai bine zis ... o tigara. &lt;br /&gt;Pai ce ... doar domnisoarele au voie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SrekAkw3cQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_lqLmNVrDMA/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SrekAkw3cQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_lqLmNVrDMA/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383952209320308994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numai ca ... pachetul meu cu tigari lungi si groase pare mic &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SrekfqobSqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/trIdqRCWYaU/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SrekfqobSqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/trIdqRCWYaU/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383952743471467170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dar e Slims , scrie pe ea ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SrendPe7sdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXryvjnu07k/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SrendPe7sdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zXryvjnu07k/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383956000359035346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pana am pus pozele aici am fumat si tigara mea slims ..... ma doare capul. Ma intorc la pachetul meu cu tigari groase si lungi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511924077872325637-5186184324014058695?l=lazymarius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/feeds/5186184324014058695/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511924077872325637&amp;postID=5186184324014058695' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/5186184324014058695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/5186184324014058695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/2009/09/mi-am-luat-tigari-slims-mai-bine-zis.html' title=''/><author><name>LazyMarius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNn04eIrfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-q4w0pfOlHM/S220/je.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SrekAkw3cQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_lqLmNVrDMA/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511924077872325637.post-418426619159039025</id><published>2009-09-20T08:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:32:37.025+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>va pupati in fund</title><content type='html'>Cu ceva timp in urma mi-am facut Blog , cu ceva ani in urma mai bine zis . Am facut am uitat de el am facut altul , am vazut altfel... facut iar ...si tot asa. Am bloguri , mai bine zis conturi de nu mai stiu pe unde . &lt;br /&gt;E super ( din punctul meu de vedere) sa ai blog si sa nu stie nimeni de el. Stiu, sunt eu mai ciudat , asta e . Dar nu vreau trafic, nu vreau cititori nu vreau comentarii ....&lt;br /&gt;Sa ai blog de succes e usor , scrii ce se cere . Sa fii in blogroll-ul cuiva se rezolva , pupi in fund pe cativa si ei te pun in blogroll. Mergi pe alte bloguri lasi comentarii inteligente si link spre blogul tau si ai si trafic . Iti faci un cerc de "prieteni" si va pupati in fund unul pe altul , asta se intampla cel mai des . Scrieti despre aceleasi subiecte , diferit dar aceleasi lucruri. &lt;br /&gt;Urmaresc cateva bloguri si e comic . Eu nu vreau asta .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511924077872325637-418426619159039025?l=lazymarius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/feeds/418426619159039025/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511924077872325637&amp;postID=418426619159039025' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/418426619159039025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/418426619159039025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/2009/09/va-pupati-in-fund.html' title='va pupati in fund'/><author><name>LazyMarius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNn04eIrfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-q4w0pfOlHM/S220/je.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511924077872325637.post-6231762257693195789</id><published>2009-09-06T09:55:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:06:28.888+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destept'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prost'/><title type='text'>Iubesc fetele destepte... ele nu "stie" .</title><content type='html'>Zicea cineva ca s-a nascut intr-un timp nepotrivit. Ca nu e locul persoanei respective in timpurile noastre , ca se simte straina si singura . Sincer .... mi-a parut rau pt ea. Pierde toate lucrurile bune , de la relatiile cu ceilalti  pana la bucuria unui rasarit de soare acoperit de ceata unei lumi nebune in care ne aflam. Apoi m-am gandint mai bine (cam 5 secunde , nu.., nu functioneza creierul meu asa repede. Asta e limita , daca o fac mai mult, cei 2,5 neuroni ai mei fac POC si nu ma risc.) Sa revin .... deci m-am gandit ... am mai scris asta , ca:&lt;br /&gt;  Persoana respectiva nu pierde nimic , alea sunt lucruri banale care le fac sau le au absolut toti oamenii. Ea e speciala , nu numai ca poate vedea lucrurile total diferit de ceilalti dar le poate si face diferit. Nu este de compatimit, dimpotriva, este de invidiat , dar o invidie constructiva ( am invatat cuvinte noi) , O invidie care sa te fac sa fii mai bun de cat esti care sa te faca sa fii ca ea . de exemplu eu am cautat mereu sa imi fac prieteni mult mai destepti ca mine . Bine .... cam toti sunt mai "smart" ca mine  de asta am scris "mult mai". ca sa invat de la ei . Si stii cum te face sa te simti uneori asta ? A draq de prost , un nimeni. Incerci sa faci fata si e greu. Dar trebuie , trebuie daca vrei ...ca nu te obliga nimeni.&lt;br /&gt;O persoana cu limita la inteligenta  e limitata in restul. E limitata in orice. Dar iti dai seama sa fii "smart" ( adica putin mult mai mult ca majoritatea) ce cool ar fi? zise prostu'&lt;br /&gt;Multi sunt intimidati de persoanele cu putina minte mai multa ca a lor pt ca se simt exact cum sunt, inferiori acelei persoane. Foarte bine .... asa si esti , nu vad problema . Multi nu vor ca de exemplu partenera lor de viata sa stie mai multe ca ei , fraierii . Cu ce draq te incurca cand ai pe cineva alaturi care gandeste si mai mult si mai bine ca tine ? Be happy, ai pe cineva alaturi care te scoate din prostia monotona si iti arata ca lucrurile au si alta culoare ca poti merge si pe diagonala nu numai inainte sau inapoi. Cu ce draq te deranjeaza cand ai pe cine intreba si care iti mai da si raspunsurile bune. Eu am sa ma insor cu un geniu de femeie , nu stiu geniul daca vrea sa se marite cu mine dar ... . &lt;br /&gt; Ca nu cred ca ar vrea sa joace rolul de profesoara toata viata , ar vrea si ea un egal cu care poate comunica pe aceeasi lungime de unda . stiti voi ... " draga, de ce radacina morcovului e mai mare de cat x5-(g6/7) din radacina patrata a guliei crescuta in ghiveciul cubic"  Nu, nu asa imi imaginez eu ca ar vorbi doua genii dar as vrea ca unul din ei sa-mi explice ce tocmai am scris ca eu nu am idee. &lt;br /&gt; Esti PROST ? fi fericit , cauta pe cineva care te face sa te simti si mai prost apoi incearca sa evoluezi. &lt;br /&gt; Esti DESTEPT? fi si mai fericit.   &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNexc2i9HI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XL9p6Hafsm8/s1600-h/dumb_ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNexc2i9HI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XL9p6Hafsm8/s320/dumb_ass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378246583662081138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511924077872325637-6231762257693195789?l=lazymarius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/feeds/6231762257693195789/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511924077872325637&amp;postID=6231762257693195789' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/6231762257693195789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/6231762257693195789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/2009/09/iubesc-fetele-destepte-ele-nu-stie.html' title='Iubesc fetele destepte... ele nu &quot;stie&quot; .'/><author><name>LazyMarius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNn04eIrfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-q4w0pfOlHM/S220/je.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNexc2i9HI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XL9p6Hafsm8/s72-c/dumb_ass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511924077872325637.post-8029202106720169941</id><published>2009-07-29T22:25:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:27:39.253+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blonda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss'/><title type='text'>Cate secunde mai stai in masina?</title><content type='html'>O emisiune frumoasa ProMotor, prezentata de doua picioare lungi.Nu despre ele vreau sa scriu , nici nu prea ai avea ce ... doar  doua picioare  care nici nu prea imi plac. La prima intalnire ... mana pe picior (vodafone reclama) la a doua intalnire ... mana intre ele (lazy reclama) Glumeam&lt;br /&gt;Intr-o emisiune , nu eram atent de la inceput asa ca nu prea am inteles ce s-a intamplat , dar am vazut cum si-a vazut pt prima data , masina,  un audi.  Nu stiu ce model nu ma pricep si nici nu vreau , un audi albastru decapotabil pe care l-a castigat o frumoasa fata blonda , zic frumoasa pt ca am confirmarea. A fost aleasa Miss Universe ... O fata blonda oxigenata a fost aleasa The Best.... &lt;br /&gt;Si ca orice "mascul" care se respecta, cu vise (cu ochii deschisi) banale si total aiurea .... mi-am imaginat cum ar fi  ca Miss aia  sa fie prietena mea  si sa vina cu masina aia  dupa mine la munca si sa plecam ...( nu conteaza unde, nu despre asta era visul, nu despre o relatie cu blonda  ci doar imaginea aia) sa vina dupa mine o super blonda , intr-o super masinuta pe care sa mai si scrie MissUniverse ... . Maaama  ce de boschetari as face invidiosi. &lt;br /&gt;Am cautat pe net despre ce era vorba, am aflat ( daca vreti puteti cauta , eu nu spun) spun doar ca erau mai multe fete cu adevarat frumoase si nu au fost alese miss ... &lt;br /&gt;Nu ar fi tare .... Vine MissUniverse cu decapotabila ei dupa tine la munca . Te urci  in masina.... Va sarutati scurt , te faci comod in scaun in timp ce ea porneste , apoi spui privind aiurea prin parbriz:&lt;br /&gt;" auzi ..... mi s-a parut ca la concursul ala au participat fete mult mai frumoase ... ce s-a intamplat?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SnCidDfElxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/e0XvULbcQ_c/s1600-h/miss-univers-emil-badea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SnCidDfElxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/e0XvULbcQ_c/s320/miss-univers-emil-badea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363965776233797394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511924077872325637-8029202106720169941?l=lazymarius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/feeds/8029202106720169941/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511924077872325637&amp;postID=8029202106720169941' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/8029202106720169941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/8029202106720169941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/2009/07/cate-secunde-mai-stai-in-masina.html' title='Cate secunde mai stai in masina?'/><author><name>LazyMarius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNn04eIrfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-q4w0pfOlHM/S220/je.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SnCidDfElxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/e0XvULbcQ_c/s72-c/miss-univers-emil-badea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511924077872325637.post-3934519080422028821</id><published>2009-07-27T22:16:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:27:29.381+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool man'/><title type='text'>Eu cool, voi prosti</title><content type='html'>"Eu este smecher frate" , cam asta ar fi spus un tanar pe care l-am vazut in metrou . &lt;br /&gt;Era 5 dimineata , pe scaunele din fata mea stateau mai multi angajati a unei firme de securitate, o firma care se pare ca angajeaza doar amarati pt paza. Se vede asta dupa uniformele lor ponosite de parca ar fi salopete de santieristi si dupa statura lor . De la pusti care arata ca un varf de undita la care daca te uiti putin urat la ei  incep a plange, pana la batrani pe care ii cauta doamna aia cu coasa pe acasa si ei se joaca de-a SecurityMan . Vad zilnic si stiu ce spun.&lt;br /&gt; Se auzea un House puternic la casti , ma uit si mi-a venit sa rad. Era un baiat de asta in uniforma, "baiat de baiat" in uniforma lui ponosita. in bocancii lui facuti varza si cu putin pamant uscat pe margini. In fata lui, jos, avea o punga de plastic neagra cu o toarta rupta si legata de cealalta , se vedea ca punga era de prea multe ori refolosita, langa punga aia era un sac  de gunoi , de ala menajer negru in care se afla o cutie de vopsea lavabila, refolosita si aia . Era un "taran" cu bagajul lui , mergea la munca . E ok, fiecare cum poate ... cu ce are ... , nu toti ne putem lua mamaliga cu ceapa la munca in diplomat Versace . (stiu eu un caz) &lt;br /&gt;Dar "taranul" asta avea iPOD la cureaua groasa de la uniforma, "taranul" avea si ochelari de soare cu oglinda , si nu oriunde ... ci la ochi, sa nu-l orbeasca lumina din metrou reflectata de jegul ce lucea de pe salopeta ( scuze, uniforma) , "taranul" nostru avea si cercel in ureche , si nu orice fel de cercel ... ci chiar sigla NIKE . E cool frate . Si ce  poate completa imaginea unui cocalar taran de cat .... ceasul de la mana . Acel urias ceas cu "diamante" false de jur imprejur , prea mare pt mana lui subtire , de parca ar fi avut o farfurie pe mana &gt; Dar era un ceas cool, "blink", ce poarta doar cei cool.&lt;br /&gt;salopeta lui (scuze, uniforma) evea in componenta un tricou la fel de negru , deh... e vara , iar pe mainile lu' "cool-man" ala, se vedea multitudinea de tatuaje , era plin pe ambele maini . Ca un adevarat Security Guy dur . Tatuajul chiar mi se pare ok . dar nu alea care le avea el , erau de alea Home Made, facute cu acul de siguranta si tus de stampila desenate de unul cu Parkinson cred , erau oribile . Alea in puscarie facute pe fuga de tigani sunt super pe langa ce avea asta " nicoleta  + dan = .."ceva, ca nu se intelegea&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luat pozitie de smecher boy , spatele drept , palmele pe genunchi... sa se vada ceasul si tatuajele , cu castile in urechi si misca capul in ratmul muzicii cool . &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;        Pur si simplu patetic.... dar cool. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/Sm3_CbYv-FI/AAAAAAAAAHc/B94qml51C5Q/s1600-h/NoStupidPeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/Sm3_CbYv-FI/AAAAAAAAAHc/B94qml51C5Q/s320/NoStupidPeople.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363223148444514386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Toate locurile "este" ocupate, atentie se inchid "usili"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511924077872325637-3934519080422028821?l=lazymarius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/feeds/3934519080422028821/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511924077872325637&amp;postID=3934519080422028821' title='2 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/3934519080422028821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/3934519080422028821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-cool-voi-prosti.html' title='Eu cool, voi prosti'/><author><name>LazyMarius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNn04eIrfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-q4w0pfOlHM/S220/je.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/Sm3_CbYv-FI/AAAAAAAAAHc/B94qml51C5Q/s72-c/NoStupidPeople.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511924077872325637.post-2953251073711474335</id><published>2009-07-22T00:26:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:46:58.775+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard sex'/><title type='text'>No comment !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SmYyxXNyp6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/DzLl8xM16kc/s1600-h/I%5Bp%5Bp%5Bp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SmYyxXNyp6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/DzLl8xM16kc/s320/I%5Bp%5Bp%5Bp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361028230057994146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L E : acelasi ziar dar in ziua urmatoare , fara nici o referire la primul articol din ziua precedenta "Şi-a îndesat două ciocane în fund", ziar ce se respecta si se lauda ca e "cel mai citit"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511924077872325637-2953251073711474335?l=lazymarius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/feeds/2953251073711474335/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511924077872325637&amp;postID=2953251073711474335' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/2953251073711474335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/2953251073711474335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-comment.html' title='No comment !'/><author><name>LazyMarius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNn04eIrfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-q4w0pfOlHM/S220/je.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SmYyxXNyp6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/DzLl8xM16kc/s72-c/I%5Bp%5Bp%5Bp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511924077872325637.post-1355928809240587580</id><published>2009-07-21T09:28:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:32:28.444+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badarani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disperati'/><title type='text'>" cum poti sta frate aici cu atatea bucati..."</title><content type='html'>De ce trebuie sa fim badarani? Mereu trebuie sa facem dovada ca suntem niste salbatici, crescuti in padure, din parinti maimuta? &lt;br /&gt;Sunt in Capitala Romaniei , capitala Europeana, o Europa civilizata (se vrea) .Au trecut prea multe secole in care am avut timp berechet sa ne desteptam , sa invatam ce e bun sau nu , ce se face si ce nu se face . Dar noi ce am facut ? Am luat exact ce e mai rau din toate exemplele trecute. Am invatat cum sa involuam , cum sa fim prosti, cum sa crestem din ce in ce mai prosti. Nu am facut eu lumea asta sa stiu pana unde creste apoi da inapoi ( ca un aluat prost framantat) , dar cred ca am inceput sa decadem , lumea da inapoi ....&lt;br /&gt;  Sa revin. O Capitala civilizata , populata de badarani . Ceva de genul am vazut si pe litoral . Totul e frumos , e liniste , e curatenie , e civilizatie  si respect . Asta pana cand se deschide sezonul si vin badaranii , vin aia prost crescuti din tara , turistii , salbaticii ( unii, marea majoritate) .&lt;br /&gt;Asa e si aici , sunt multi "turisti" .Din pacate aici sezonul e deschis de mult si a fost uitat asa . Au venit si inca vin .Din cele mai indepartate colturi ale tarii .... din cele mai indepartate stani. Dap Stani, alea cu oi. Ca numai acolo , pe ciobanii aia i-am auzit fluierand dupa cineva in halul cum am vazut ca fluierau doi "ciobani de bucuresti" . cinste mamelor voastre desteptilor, locul vostru e la strunga ( acolo unde se mulg oile la stana, asta pt cine nu stie , eu stiu .... doar sunt taran) &lt;br /&gt;Erau doi "baieti de baieti" , stateau langa masina parcata pe jumatate de trotuar , din masina se auzea la "sistemul audio beton" ... manele la maxim. Erau cu ochii in paispe , in dou-s-opt mai bine zis dupa fete "frate" , si cum vedeau una ..... le porneau beculetele in creiere si faceau ca maimutele alea nervoase ca le-ai luat banana. Comentau , fluierau ... tipau , urlau .... . Unul din ei a intrat in magazin sa cumpere ceva, ajunge la mine : "da-mi frate un kent , mama ce de bucati pe aici " zambesc putin dezgustat si il intreb calm ( el era agitat, cu ochii pe geam  mereu) "de care kent?" "8 frate , nu fumez altceva"  " nu am 8 , doar 4 si lung"  " uite-o frate pe aia ce boxe are ..... " nici macar nu clipesc si il intreb daca vrea altceva  " da , marlboro ai ? da-mi unu' ca merge"  ii dau , scoate portofelul ( cu ochii pe geam mereu) cand sa desfaca portofelul iese rapid din magazin si striga dupa una , aia nu il baga in seama , el incepe sa fluiere   apoi sa o injure impreuna cu "fratele lui de strunga" , mai trece una... se leaga si de aia . Vad una pe partea cealalta de strada o fluiera si pe aia . Intr-un sfarsit intra inapoi si intreaba cat face . "Ce?" "pachetul de tigari" "de care tigari?" "marlboro rosu frate, ai uitat ?" " m-au enervat niste prosti si am uitat" apoi zice " cum poti sta frate aici cu atatea bucati care trec pa aici ?"  "sunt doar fete , am mai vazut , nu am crescut in padure"  si ii zambesc ironic . Cred ca incepuse sa il stranga lantul de la gat sau nu i-a placut ce am zis ca s-a inrosit pe loc si s-a incruntat.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SmVgeZKENrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FJQb0kL8FaI/s1600-h/drow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SmVgeZKENrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FJQb0kL8FaI/s320/drow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360797006719891122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511924077872325637-1355928809240587580?l=lazymarius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/feeds/1355928809240587580/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511924077872325637&amp;postID=1355928809240587580' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/1355928809240587580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/1355928809240587580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/2009/07/cum-poti-sta-frate-aici-cu-atatea.html' title='&quot; cum poti sta frate aici cu atatea bucati...&quot;'/><author><name>LazyMarius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNn04eIrfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-q4w0pfOlHM/S220/je.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SmVgeZKENrI/AAAAAAAAAHM/FJQb0kL8FaI/s72-c/drow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511924077872325637.post-8674171258366004718</id><published>2009-07-19T03:23:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:44:16.645+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce sa faci daca te saluta Cleopatra?</title><content type='html'>Nu, nu asta e intrebarea . e alta , dar nu stiu cum sa o formulez. De ce trebuie sa ne facem "frumosi" cand mergem la o intalnire ? De ce sa nu fim normali?&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SmJrd_lws_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/1uxPhOo7Dvs/s320/2008-duff-without-makeup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359964669554504690" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Exemplu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Cu ani in urma , cu multi ani , in tineretea mea , atunci cand inca "floarea rusinii" era rosie( cine cunoaste stie, cine nu .. nu-mi pasa) cunosteam o fata, o vedeam aproape zilnic, eram amici,.... Am hotarat sa iesim o data impreuna . ne-am dat intalnire ... si a venit ( surpriza ) . Ne-am salutat , am privit-o ... si am zis : " wow ... ce.... " si a urmat o pauza , nu stiam ce sa zic , se facuse frumoasa . &lt;br /&gt;Coafata, machiata, imbracata frumos, aranjata, manichiura, pedichiura proaspat facuta , ce mai ... era o papusa. &lt;br /&gt;Era frumoasa , nu zic ca nu . Te puteai indragosti la prima vede, dar .... o vazusem inainte  exact cum este ea , o vazusem dimineata , somnoroasa, nemachiata, cu putine cearcane la ochi ... era o scumpa. Am vazut-o suparata, incruntata , cu un botic nerujat minunat. Am vazut-o cu parul desfacut , zburlit , necoafat .... era comic de frumoasa . Am vazut-o imbracata intr-un maieu putin patat sub sanul stang , in pantalonasii ei scurti , aia vechi, uzati, cu o gaurica in partea dreapta .... era o splendoare . vazusem fata care imi placea . Acum s-a facut "frumoasa" pentru mine si a venit la intalnire . Si DA , era frumoasa , era superba, o coafura excelenta , un machiaj reusit ce scotea in evidenta ce avea mai frumos si ascundea micile defecte. Haine alese cu gust ce i se potriveau perfect pe corpul ei .&lt;br /&gt;Era o splendoare de fata.&lt;br /&gt;Dar pentru ce toate astea? &lt;-- Asta era intrebarea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WOW ... ce ... WOW .... ce mandru ma simt"  atat am putut zice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SmJr08s4c_I/AAAAAAAAAHE/GYoLPrnG-hI/s320/2008-heigl-without-makeup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359965063916057586" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511924077872325637-8674171258366004718?l=lazymarius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/feeds/8674171258366004718/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511924077872325637&amp;postID=8674171258366004718' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/8674171258366004718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/8674171258366004718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/2009/07/ce-sa-faci-daca-te-saluta-cleopatra.html' title='Ce sa faci daca te saluta Cleopatra?'/><author><name>LazyMarius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNn04eIrfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-q4w0pfOlHM/S220/je.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SmJrd_lws_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/1uxPhOo7Dvs/s72-c/2008-duff-without-makeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511924077872325637.post-8606507313631843673</id><published>2009-06-28T21:17:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:30:04.157+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moarte'/><title type='text'>"era in sicriu , era linistita "</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/Ske1pF-NKQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/To5S4HBBMUc/s1600-h/RIP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/Ske1pF-NKQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/To5S4HBBMUc/s320/RIP.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352446399735474434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cum sa mori? Oho... "e" multe feluri. Rezultatul ... e mereu acelasi : Incetezi sa mai existi. E simplu. E simplu de zis , e simplu de facut, e simplu .... si nu prea . Auzi ca cineva a murit, ti se pare normal si mergi mai departe ( nici nu ai avea ce sa faci) e normal sa mori si ... toti o vom face, dar e ciudat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ma uitam recent la o persoana decedata , era in sicriu , era linistita &gt; Apoi am zis ca persoana din sicriu nu era ceea pe care o stiam eu .Acolo era un corp ... carne , oase ... Am atins-o...nimic... nici o reactie , puteam sa bag un ac intreg si nimic . Era rece , era..... ceva, nu era o persoana . O persoana simte , o persoana e calda, aude , vede , iubeste, uraste, e suparata, rade, se misca, stranuta , .....&lt;br /&gt;Ma gandeam la persoanele care se sinucid,(din diferite motive) De ce ar vrea sa renunte la toate astea si sa devina .... un nimic , o carcasa, un pachet frumos modelat din carne si oase? &lt;br /&gt;sa renunti la mirosul florilor, sa renunti la senzatia care ti-o dau picaturile de ploaie reci pe piele , emotiile care ti le da cineva drag, supararile ...... Intr-o singura zi poti trai foarte multe lucruri pe care le pierzi cand mori&lt;br /&gt;Incepand cu trezirea , cum te mai enervezi tu cand suna ceasul  sau cum mai simti placerea aia cand te trezesti langa persoana draga , cum mai simti tu gustul  sarutului , a cafelei , a pastei de dinti , a apei proaste de la robinet , vantul care il simti pe fata , caldura soarelui sau durerea gerului , nervii pe care ii ai atunci cand nu gasesti cu ce sa te imbraci , nici macar hainele nu le mai simti... si nici cand esti gol . Sa nu mai simti gustul mancarii  sau cand iti arde limba ca e fierbinte durerea de dinti cand e prea rece , foamea sau durerea de burta cand exagerezi cu mancatul . nu mai visezi cu ochii deschisi , nu mai speri, nu te mai superi , nu te mai bucuri , nu mai razi  nu mai plangi , nu mai simti nerabdare , sete, foame , dor, lipsuri, rau sau bine ... si sunt miliarde de lucruri pe care le poti trai intr-o singura zi dar care dispar toate atunci cand mori . si crezi ca ii pasa cuiva ca tu pierzi toate astea? nu-i pasa nimanui , nici celor care te iubesc cu adevarat , nu pot, nu sunt lipsurile lor pierderile lor, nu au cum sa le pese , chiar daca isi doresc. &lt;br /&gt;Nu e interesant deloc ce se intampla "dincolo" . Toul se pierde si esti doar ..... ceva , un lucru , esti nimic , Esti doar o imagine a ceea ce erai . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511924077872325637-8606507313631843673?l=lazymarius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/feeds/8606507313631843673/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511924077872325637&amp;postID=8606507313631843673' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/8606507313631843673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/8606507313631843673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/2009/06/era-in-sicriu-era-linistita.html' title='&quot;era in sicriu , era linistita &quot;'/><author><name>LazyMarius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNn04eIrfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-q4w0pfOlHM/S220/je.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/Ske1pF-NKQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/To5S4HBBMUc/s72-c/RIP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511924077872325637.post-5108003258263887076</id><published>2009-06-07T08:30:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T08:37:16.847+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanzator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='durex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oua'/><title type='text'>Vanzatorul blond</title><content type='html'>Felicitari Durex, ai facut prezervative pt cai .Mereu ramanea iapa lu' bunicu gravida peste noapte ... acum gata . Glumeam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A venit unul intr-o zi foarte grabit si putin agitat &lt;br /&gt;"Spune-mi ca ai prezervative"&lt;br /&gt;-Imi pare rau ,nu am, le dau jos dupa folosire.&lt;br /&gt;-hai frate .. zi ai ?... la vanzare &lt;br /&gt;-am am ..durex , doar ca XXXXL a mai ramas &lt;br /&gt;-perfect , exact de care imi trebuie &lt;br /&gt;-hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Cumpara si pleaca . Peste cateva zile revine , stie deja locul se duce si isi ia , vine ... vad ... si zic &lt;br /&gt;-Ti s-a micsorat? nu mai iei XXXXL? &lt;br /&gt;- Nuuu, mai incerc si altfel &lt;br /&gt;-hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;macar recunoaste mai puta mica &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In alta zi , o studenta &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Prezervative ai ?&lt;br /&gt;-mereu port la mine ( ar trebui sa le schimb, cred ca au expirat) &lt;br /&gt;Ea zambeste ...&lt;br /&gt;Eu la fel si ii arat locul unde erau. se duce ... isi ia ... vine.. ma uit si zic &lt;br /&gt;-Vezi ca sunt XXXXL si daca nu e un norocos , dai banii in vant &lt;br /&gt;-Cat de tare ar trebui sa bata vantul ? ( ma intreaba) &lt;br /&gt;- sa fie ok .. cam de la 18-19cm in sus&lt;br /&gt;-hmmmm ; le iau pe astea , i le leg cu ata daca e ceva &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Astept sa revina sa o intreb daca a fost OK, daca nu ... sa ii spun ca stiu eu pe unu caruia i se potrivesc perfect . ( gandire de "mascul" , ce sa-i faci) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rusinoase sunt unele fete , nu toate au curaj sa ceara tampoane, absorbante daca cel ce le vinde e barbat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altele din contra ... &lt;br /&gt;a venit una , a cerut 10 bucati si imi zice pe un ton superior sa i le pun intr-o punga ( nu mi-a placut tonul si...) M-am uitat urat la ea si am intrebat-o daca nu vrea sa il si schimb. ea zice "vrei?" eu zic " doar daca ne intalnim cand nu ai nevoie de absorbante. ea "multe mai vrei tu", eu "Si tu , uite punga , pune-ti" . A zambit si a zis , ca sa mi le pui intr-o punga trebuie sa ne intalnim, nu? , eu: " Ceva de genul ...si inca treizeci de bani pt punga te rog" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este o intrebare la care iti este cam greu sa raspunzi, daca esti baiat, si nu ai la vanzare...&lt;br /&gt;" Aveti oua? " &lt;br /&gt;mereu ma gandesc putin inainte sa spu "NU am"&lt;br /&gt;Unele fete pleaca dezamagite .... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511924077872325637-5108003258263887076?l=lazymarius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/feeds/5108003258263887076/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511924077872325637&amp;postID=5108003258263887076' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/5108003258263887076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/5108003258263887076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/2009/06/vanzatorul-blond.html' title='Vanzatorul blond'/><author><name>LazyMarius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNn04eIrfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-q4w0pfOlHM/S220/je.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511924077872325637.post-5641545861954050093</id><published>2009-04-24T20:05:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:07:34.303+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inceput'/><title type='text'>Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;haina noua &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5511924077872325637-5641545861954050093?l=lazymarius.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/feeds/5641545861954050093/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5511924077872325637&amp;postID=5641545861954050093' title='1 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/5641545861954050093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511924077872325637/posts/default/5641545861954050093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lazymarius.blogspot.com/2009/04/haina-noua.html' title='Skin'/><author><name>LazyMarius</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6fVmoLQII7M/SqNn04eIrfI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-q4w0pfOlHM/S220/je.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
