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und die Mænner verschwinden beim Zigaretten holen.
War sie etwa Mintlerin?
Von der Sorte hatte ich drei. Zwei hatten einen an der Klatsche und die dritte ist Psychiaterin.
So was hælt man nur aus, wenn man selbst verrückt ist.

und sein Beuteschema nicht ändert Herrjeh Mahlzahn



kann gerade auch keine Smylies

 

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Welches geistige Getränk verinnerlichst du denn heute?

 

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Ich hab nur lecker Bierchen, davon aber zwei Kisten *eins rüberreich*

 

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Wenn man nur die Hälfte des Beziehungs-Flows den GoA Lieder erzählen, erlebt hätte, wär man glaub ich wahnsinnig.

 

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He goes, she goes

 

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The mind may wither, but the heart always stays the same

 

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Levan Polka

 

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Äh @Mr. Hyde magst Du deine digitalen Selbstgespräche kurz unterbrechen und einfach mal ne Runde raus gehen, durch den Wald bspw?

 

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Äh @Mr. Hyde magst Du deine digitalen Selbstgespräche kurz unterbrechen und einfach mal ne Runde raus gehen, durch den Wald bspw?

 

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Oral zugeführtes Ethanol hat bei @Mr. Hyde starke dyssoziale Effekte. Damit muss man als Forist oder Foristin leben. Wie seine realen sozialen Kontakte damit zurecht kommen, ist mir unbekannt.

 

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Du meinst John und Larry die zwei Stofftiere auf meinem Sofa?

 

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Story of my life

You’re The Fool​

Neuroticfish

I can see the wall
And I can see you running
I can feel the impact
It's sad but true

Maybe you will see
The trees but not the forest
The cover of a book
No page at all

You try to climb a mountain
I'm standing on your grave
You will try to reach me
I'll still be safe

You try to keep your secrets
But I see you through
You always try to blame me
But you're the fool

Maybe you will think
I like to play these games
But I can not imagine
A harder job to do

You are one of those
Always blame the others
Facing circumstances
You never understand

 

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Is it dead yet ?

 

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Und das Finale