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Noen som har noen sjuke satan setninger?


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Leter etter litt morsomme setningenr. Dette er mest for å kødde med folk på msn og sånt. Scary setninger, eksempel: [HENTET FRA EN ANNEN TRÅD PÅ DETTE FORUMET]

 

I WANT TO DRINK YOUR BLOOOOD AND A VACUUM CLEANEEER!! THE SPAWN OF THE DEAD, AND THE WRATH OF A MUSK,THE FIST OF DEVIL AND THE AXE OF A CHIMP, I SAY DIIIIE YOU SON OF A WHORE, IN THE NAME OF THE FORSAKEN OBI WAN!

 

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trur han mener tekster som er sånne useriøse tekster, med grunnlag i noe ondt sånn som satan. Om du skjønner... "jeg skal ete deg og den 2liter iskremen som er i fryseren!" "I den hellige Flying Spaghetti Monster's navn så beorder jeg deg til å leke med lego og voldta minst 16,5 playmomenn!"

 

var faktisk noe jeg postet i hvordan jeg hilser til andre som står der :p

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Vi er satans riddere,

vi dreper når vi gidder'e

vi røsker huet av en prest

og drekker øl av det på fest

jaaah! Vi er fæle!! Uæææh!

Og mye verre ska det bli

vi pisser på grava te morra di

vi hogger katta di i to

og drekkern tom for katteblod

jaah!!

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Otto Jespersen er en tøffing :love:

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Vi er satans riddere,

vi dreper når vi gidder'e

vi røsker huet av en prest

og drekker øl av det på fest

jaaah! Vi er fæle!! Uæææh!

Og mye verre ska det bli

vi pisser på grava te morra di

vi hogger katta di i to

og drekkern tom for katteblod

jaah!!

5143062[/snapback]

Otto Jespersen er en tøffing :love:

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Ja :D

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Plaaaay backwards,

Hear why its sung here, oppositioner..

All on track, all arriving

They all sing, and they are one.

Shall I loathe you now, parishoner?

Oh hear Him, Christian within me.

It stirs my sin, the river,

Oh, she swells with our lousiness.

will all life end for him?

We're all out of signs,

I know I'm sorta shocked

To hear The Lord,

My God now will save me!

Oh I will never be saved,

Because I live with Satan!

One wish today,

That you'll all pray for

Three who will make it here late.

Pray now and you'll see,

The 'Lord' turned me on,

But, oh, I was the shaggy fool..

Clothed in agony,

Lost at a height.

There's no escaping it,

Nor his woes..

So here's to my Sweet Satan.

Whose little path

Would make me sad,

Whose power is satan.

He'll give those with him 666.

And there was an evil toolshed,

were he made us suffer sad Satan.

 

Ohohohoh...

"Family won't get loose,

They're offered me."

Always soothes the worker.

Always will be as we know now

"I see ruins," said he,

"the world they offered me?

Who wished the Lord's fall?"

If we lose feather,

Say you'll save me!

 

And no wimps can bend the rules..

And no wimps can do..

 

Hunt next to the shore,

'Cause they see all from there,

See here's the news,

Who walks with mute grief!

Perhaps no-one found thee...

"Heaven, lift me out,"

Spake the Rave,

"Someday, failed, we'll lose one line-up,

They've gotta leave forsaken."

 

And no wimps can do..

And no wimps can do...

 

He, who say the lords

Thoth have our laws,

that must be superb. Mass is ended..

Over there,

He who should learn thee.

Any moot that serves by my sworn music,

I wish it with snow be shushed,

All for my mass's sake.

Hear why its sung,

here, oppositioner, Ohh..

He who should show

May make his show worthy,

To look, for us, odd.. sickly,

There's one chance, take his show.

Hold thy head,

Hear why its sung here. oppositioner.

Who owns this earth built below?

Oh sweet Israel...

 

Syns dette er skummelt :dontgetit: Skal vist være Stairway To Heaven baklengs :p

 

Ps. Jeg orker ikke noen diskusjon om de såkalte stanistiske beskjedene finnes eller ikke..

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I live to drink the blood of the innocents from goblets made of human skulls. I love to hear the tattered lamentations of those I've crushed, to see a shattered bleeding hulk of a once powerful man crawl limply to me on all fours to lick my hobnailed boot and beg for a quick and merciful dispatchment. I thrill with the power granted by me via foul incantations so unholy that their mere utterance blackens the lungs. Tears of joy greet my bloodstained cheeks when I inhale the pungent aroma of flayed flesh smouldering upon the wooden shards of blasted farmhouses, while my ears are filled with the piteous cries of terrified peasants scattering before my arcing blade. In all honestly, my goal within any situation is to become a solid mass of scar tissue and to stand atop a pile of indiscriminate human remains taunting the Gods themselves with my hideous unearthly strength.
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