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http://forum.robattle.net/Thread-Starcraft-clean-cu-patch-1-16

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Patch robattle :
http://forum.robattle.net/Thread-Patch-nou-v2-0

Washington Post Poem

WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKED FOR A TWO-LINE RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE, BUT THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE

This is the winner:

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife,
Marrying you screwed up my life.

I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.


I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes --
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!

My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe “'Go to hell.”'

What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts tequila, one part lime

Doamne, fa-ma prost!

Doamne, fa-ma prost !
versuri de: Anonim si Victor Socaciu


De-ar fi sa-i luam pe toti la rand,
Si actualii dar si fostii,
Cei mai destepti de pe Pamant
Au fost intotdeuna….PROSTII.


Nu te ruga la ursitoare
Sa-ti faca-n viata ta vreun rost,
Mai bine urla-n gura mare:
“Iubite Doamne, fa-ma …..PROST !”


De ce sa tragi ca la galera,
Sa-nveti atatea fara rost,
De vrei sa faci o cariera
Ajunge numai sa fii ….PROST !


In lumea asta cu de toate,
Unde se-nvata contra cost,
Pacat ca nici o facultate
Nu da diploma de …PROST !


Avem impozite cu carul
Dar inotam in saracie
Si ce buget ar avea statul
Dintr-un impozit pe ….PROSTIE…


Ei sunt ca iarba, cu duiumul,
Sa nu-i jignesti, sa nu-i improsti !
O, Doamne, de ne-ar creste graul
Cum cresc recoltele de …PROSTI.


Si-n lumea asta rasturnata,
Unde cei strambi sunt cei mai drepti,
Savantii nostrii mor de foame
Si numai PROSTII sunt destepti.