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[Tens de ter uma conta e sessão iniciada para poderes visualizar esta imagem]If it bleeds, We can kill it
Ty escreveu:Vou fazer uma proposta irrecusável
Mantenha seus amigos por perto e os seus inimigos mais perto ainda. (O Poderoso Chefão )
Nicolas escreveu:Nunca Vi Scarface, poderoso chefão, senhor dos anéis, clube da Luta, vou procurar a ponte mais próxima.
Não.
Última edição por Negative Creep em Seg Out 15, 2012 4:46 pm, editado 1 vez(es)
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Vinícius Ramone escreveu:Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Are you talkin' to me?
[Tens de ter uma conta e sessão iniciada para poderes visualizar esta imagem]Renato escreveu:Are you talkin' to me?
Welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, welly, well. To what do I owe the extreme pleasure of this surprising visit?
Quero jogar um jogo
I'm too old, I'm too tired, I'm too fucking blind.
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