Αν υποψιαστώ…

ότι θα κάτσω να μεταφράσω το Vbulletin στα ελληνικα…

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oh shit.

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Kai to show synexizetai…

Malista!

(sorry gia ta greeklish)

Synelaban ena nearo mprosta mou epeidh tous eipe na mh kopanane ena pitsiriki pou synelaban.

Synelaban kai allous epeidh apla brethikan sthn plateia syntagmatos thn wra pou apofasisan na kanoune ntou sta pitsirikia.

Exoun ksekatharh entolh na mazepsoun oti brethei mprosta tous.

An tous deis na trexoun pros to meros sou… h kathesai akinhtos kai tros kamia kswfaltsh apo petra pou klwtsise kata lathos o matatzhs (opos efage o diplanos mou) h trexeis kai se sylambanoun oi alloi pou perimenoun sth gwnia… epeidh etrexes…

To hxhtiko apospasma pou briskotan EDW twra pia einai EDW.

Mpatsos pyrobolei 10 fores ston aera.

Allos mpatsos bgazei pistoli kai shmadevei to plithos koroideytika.

Akous gia dakrygona se khdeia.

O prothypourgos zhtaei na mh ginei h avrianh apergia.

Oso kai na to prospathiseis de mporeis na pistepseis ta pragmata pou blepeis na symbainoun gyrw sou.

Mia mia oi adynamies ths neoellhnikhs pragmatikothtas parelaynoun mprosta sou.

Ksetyligetai to koubari siga siga.

Kai kathesai. Anarwtiesai.Oneireyesai.

Tha bgei tipota apo ayth thn istoria?

Poso tha parei na ksefouskwsei?

Ton epomeno aleksh pote na ton perimenoume?

Ayrio?

Ta epeisodia kalyptoun to gegonos ths dolofonias kai oloi pia syzhtane ta epeisodia.

H dolofonia kalyptei thn yfesh.

H yfesh kalyptei to batopedi.

To batopedi kalyptei mia prohgoumenh malakia mexri na ftasoume sthn arxh.

Kai pou brisketai h arxh?

Mhpws thimatai kaneis?

H mhpws exei kapoia shmasia?

H xytra brazei opote apla gerneis ligo to kapaki gia na fygei o atmos.

Kalh mas oreksh.

That’s a wrap (#2)

Edit :
Άκυρο…. Δεν χρειάζεται να διαβάσεις το παρακάτω ραντ.
απλά κάνε κλίκ ΕΔΩ και πάτα το play για να ακούσεις τους όμορφους ήχους της δημοκρατίας σε αρμονία με τα γκλομπ και τις ασπίδες και τον ενορχηστρωτή να έχει παραιτηθεί (γιατί δεν κάνουν δεκτή την παραίτηση του να μην τον ταλαιπωρούν τσάμπα τον άθρωπο?)…
Όμορφα…
Συνεχίστε να τους φοβάστε είναι ο μόνος τρόπος.

Blaka ilithie karagkiozh pousth mounopana skatokariolarako karagkiozikliki tou kerata pousth matatzh…
Ksekinisa apofasismenos gia mia eirinikh diamrtyria.
De me tromaksan ta dakrygona sas. De me tromaksan oi molotof twn allwn kathisterimenwn.
Kopaniosastan metaksy sas san kathisterimena pou paizane counterstrike (kai me entelws xalia skillz) kai me afhsate sthn yshxia mou na stathw mprosta sth boulh xwris na me peiraksete. Xarhka para poly pou katafera na kanw kati tetoio. trexate apo dw trexate apo kei… ok dakrysa ligo ebhksa perissotero alla einai pithanon na katafereis na kaneis mia eirhnikh siwphlh diamartyria mprosta sth boulh asxeta me to an gyrw sou ginetai ths poutanas to sidiroun kigklidoma. Otan apofasisa na epistrepsw loipon phra th sinithismenh diadromh pou pernw otan epistrefw apo syntagma.
Eimai ths ideologias oti de tha epitrepsw oute stous men oute stous de na me tromokratisoun… (to kserw einai blakwdhs alla poios sou eipe oti den eimai blakas? )
Perasa loipon mesa apo mia omada “anteksousiastwn” xwris to paramikro problhma. Ela omws pou sto stenaki pio katw perimenan ta mat…
Nai aytoi pou einai ekei gia na me prostatepsoun…
Me to pou me eide na plhsiazw loipon o matatzhs kai enw de foraga oute kaskol sto prosopo oute tipota tetoio…
me arpakse, me kolise sthn kolwna kai arxise na mou kopanaei koutoulies me to kranos kai kana dyo mpouketakia.
Taytoxrona dienergotan h anakrish tou typou
-pou pas?
-spiti mou
-kai ti ekanes ekei?
-gyrnaw apo thn poreia duh…
-kai giati irthes apo dw?
-giati apo dw erxomai kathe mera.
Eytyxws irthe enas allos gourounakis kai ton mazepse kai th glitwsa mono me ena elafry karoumpalismo kai ena moudiasma sthn aristerh (hahahahaha) pleyra tou proswpou mou.
Pws bre karagkiozh na mh shkwsw meta apo ayto petra kai na sou anoiksw to kefali sta dyo?
Kai poio shmantiko…
Giati na mhn to kanw?
Giati bre mouni ths lasphs na mhn se akolouthisw otan sxolaseis apo th bardia kai na sou gamisw oti exeis kai den exeis?
EISAI EDW GIA NA ME PROSTATEBEIS KAI EISAI PIO EPIKINDYNOS APO EKEINOUS APO TOUS OPOIOUS ME PROSTATBEIS BLAKA!
Nai loipon meta apo ayto to peristatiko den mporw na fantastw thn pithanothta to paidaki na to skotwsane epeidh brethike sto lathos meros th lathos stigmh. Opos fainetai oi kiniseis tous einai toso melethmenes .. xeirourgikes epembaseis sxedon.
Na pate na gamitheite oloi sas.
Teleytaia xronia pou plirwnw forous gia na taizw malakismena san kai esas.
I m off
Lypamai alla den exw tipota na prosferw se mia xwra opou alwnizoun oi ilithioi kai oi eksypnoi fobountai.
screw you guys I m going home.

Giefnaoplax

Twin Peaks.

wtb second season plaxkthxbai.

I am…

“I’m a modern man.

A man for the millenium. Digital and smoke free.

A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist, politically, anatomically, and ecologically incorrect.

I’ve been uplinked and downloaded, I’ve been inputted and outsourced.

I know the upside of downsizing I know the downside of upgrading.

I’m a high tech lo-life.

A cutting-edge, state-of-the-art, bi-coastal multitasker and I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.

I’m new wave but I’m old school and my inner child is outward bound.

I’m a hotwired, heatseaking, warmhearted cool customer, voice activated and biodegradable.

I interface with my database and my database is in cyberspace, so I’m interactive, I’m hyperactive, and from time to time I’m radioactive.

Behind the eight ball, ahead of the curve, riding the wave, dodging the bullet, and pushing the envelope. I’m on point, on task, on message, and off drugs.

I got no need for coke and speed. I got no urge to binge and purge.

I’m in the moment, on the edge, over the top, but under the radar.

A high concept, low profile, medium range ballistic missionary.

A streetwise smartbomb. A top-gun bottom feeder.

I wear power ties;I tell power lies; I take power naps; I take victory laps.

I’m a totally ongoing bigfoot, slamdunk rain maker with a pro-active outreach, a raging workaholic, a working rage-a-holic, out of rehab and in denial.

I got a personal trainer, a personal shopper, a personal assistant, and a personal angenda.

You can’t shut me up, you can’t dumb me down, cause I’m tireless and I’m wireless.

I’m an alpha-male on beta-blockers.

I’m a non-believer and an overacheiver, laid-back but fashion foward, up front, down home, low rent, high mantinence, supersize, long lasting, high definition, fast acting, oven ready, and built to last.

I’m a hands on, footloose, knee-jerk headcase, prematurely postraumatic, and I have a love child who sends me hate mail.

But I’m feeling; I’m caring; I’m healing; I’m sharing; a supportive, bonding, nurturing, primary caregiver.

My output is down, but my income is up.

I take a short position on the long bond and my revenue stream has its own cash flow. I read junk-mail; I eat junk food; I buy junk bonds; I watch trash sports. I’m gender specific, captial intensive, user friendly, and lactose intolerant.

I like rough sex; I like tough love; I use the f-word in my email, and the software on my hard drive is hardcore; no soft porn.

I bought a microwave at a minimall; I bought a minivan at a megastore. I eat fast food in the slow lane. I’m toll free, bite size, ready to wear, and I come in all sizes;

A fully equipped, factory authorized, hospital tested, clinically proven, scientifically formulated medical miracle. I’ve been pre-washed, pre-cooked, pre-heated, pre-screened, pre-approved, pre-packaged, post-dated, freeze-dried, double wrapped, vacuum packed, and I have an unlimited broadband capacity.

I’m a rude dude but I’m the real deal, lean and mean, cocked, locked, and ready to rock;

Rough, tough, and hard to bluff.

I take it slow; I go with the flow; I ride with the tide; I got glide in my stride;

Driving and moving, sailing and spinning, jiving and grooving, wailing and winning.

I don’t snooze, so I don’t lose.

I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber on the road.

I party hardy and lunchtime is crunchtime.

I’m hanging in, there ain’t no doubt, and I’m hanging tough, over and out.”

George Carlin <3 <3 <3

decode this and you get a cookie!

“There’s a mirror in Tudor that only works once a year.”

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Argggg!!11111

I fucking swear!!!!

Next time i have to explain to some old lady over the phone what a “click” is or where “My computer” is on Γουιντος βίτσα I m gonna fucking SCREAM!!!111oneoneoneone.

Deep breaths.

Relax.

No1 is out to kill you…

they ‘re just trying to turn you into a nervous reck.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Relax.

This is a nice place.

Lilies, bunnies, a calm blue lake, chocolate chip cookies, butterflies…

EXFUCKINGPLODEEEEEEEEEE!!!!11111

Avast Ye!

Ahoyyyy theeeree fellooo freebooters.

T’s  important dayyy t’s.

T’day beeee “talk like a pirate day” and ye hooonor the motheeeer tongue.

Arrrrrrr!

All Pastafarianists aboaaaaaaard.

Fear not them laaaandlubbeeeers who dare defyyyy us on this gloriouyyys day.

Raiiiise yer blackjaaaacks with praaaaiiiide!

Arrrrrrrr!!!

Dog Man Star

Yup one of those days is comin up…

So i thought i would make a post about one of my favourite albums ever when in that kind of mood….

Suede Dog Man Star

A damn shame buttler left at that point. They could have made great music.

But it is to be expected i guess when you put 2 extremely talented and strong personalities together.

I could go on and write a short paragraph or two or even a whole book as to why this album is so perfect but that would be a total waste of time.

Here’s “We are the pigs”

and here’s the link to the full album on last fm which if you dont allready have … well you should get it…

/psyx