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september 17, 2002

Í gegnum Metafilter: Pave France

Í gegnum ţá síđu: The Traffic Cone Preservation Society.

Einnig: Canadian World Domination

Ok, ţetta er ekki fyndin síđa en fyrir ţá, sem eru međ Quicktime 6 og góđa nettengingu, ţá er hćgt ađ hlusta á nýjustu plötu The Flaming Lips á netinu. Platan er frábćr.

53 Orđ | Ummćli (0) | Flokkur: Netiđ

Fótboltaskrif

september 17, 2002

Ţess vćri óskandi ađ íţróttablađamenn á Íslandi vćru jafn klárir pennar og kollegar ţeirra á Englandi.

Ţessi grein um leik Leeds og Manchester United í Times er kostuleg.

Höfundur greinarinnar tók sig til og samdi nýjan texta viđ Bohemian Rapsody međ Queen.

MAMA, JUST KICKED A MAN. There's a screw lose in my head, Because I tried to break his leg. Fergie, the seasons just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all away.

Forlan! Ooh-ooh-ooh,
Makes me want to sigh!
We' score more goals with Sid James or Kenneth Williams,
Carry On, Camping,
The whole teams just in tatters.

I see a little packaged sandwich filled with prawns.
LAURENT BLANC! LAURENT BLANC!
HES JUST SLOW, OLD AND USELESS.
Brown and Neville fighting, very very
frightening indeed!
WHERE IS RIO? Where is Rio?
WHERE IS RIO? Where is Rio?
Because Laurent' far too slow.
He' far to slow-ow-ow-ow-ow.

I'm just a headcase, nobody loves me!
HE'S JUST A HEADCASE, WALKED OUT ON HIS COUNTRY!
SPARE US THE WHINES FROM HIS GAFFER IF YOU PLEASE!

Here it comes, Open goal, Forlan must score.
HE WILL NOT!
No! Hes simply got to score!
HE WILL NOT, NEVER, EVER SCORE!
No! Hes simply got to score!
HE WILL NOT, NEVER, EVER SCORE!
NEVER EVER SCORE, NEVER EVER SCORE...

Oh where is Rio? Where is Rio?
Has he really stubbed his toe?
Beelzebub take the Nevilles from our side,
Oh please, oh please, oh pleeeeeeeeeeeease.

Ţetta er hrein snilld.

246 Orđ | Ummćli (2) | Flokkur: Liverpool

Fótboltaskrif

september 17, 2002

Ţess vćri óskandi ađ íţróttablađamenn á Íslandi vćru jafn klárir pennar og kollegar ţeirra á Englandi.

Ţessi grein um leik Leeds og Manchester United í Times er kostuleg.

Höfundur greinarinnar tók sig til og samdi nýjan texta viđ Bohemian Rapsody međ Queen.

MAMA, JUST KICKED A MAN.

There's a screw lose in my head,

Because I tried to break his leg.

Fergie, the seasons just begun,

But now I've gone and thrown it all away.

Forlan! Ooh-ooh-ooh,

Makes me want to sigh!

We' score more goals with Sid James or Kenneth Williams,

Carry On, Camping,

The whole teams just in tatters.

I see a little packaged sandwich filled with prawns.

LAURENT BLANC! LAURENT BLANC!

HES JUST SLOW, OLD AND USELESS.

Brown and Neville fighting, very very

frightening indeed!

WHERE IS RIO? Where is Rio?

WHERE IS RIO? Where is Rio?

Because Laurent' far too slow.

He' far to slow-ow-ow-ow-ow.

I'm just a headcase, nobody loves me!

HE'S JUST A HEADCASE, WALKED OUT ON HIS COUNTRY!

SPARE US THE WHINES FROM HIS GAFFER IF YOU PLEASE!

Here it comes, Open goal, Forlan must score.

HE WILL NOT!

No! Hes simply got to score!

HE WILL NOT, NEVER, EVER SCORE!

No! Hes simply got to score!

HE WILL NOT, NEVER, EVER SCORE!

NEVER EVER SCORE, NEVER EVER SCORE...

Oh where is Rio? Where is Rio?

Has he really stubbed his toe?

Beelzebub take the Nevilles from our side,

Oh please, oh please, oh pleeeeeeeeeeeease.

Ţetta er hrein snilld.

246 Orđ | Ummćli (2) | Flokkur: Liverpool

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