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Once, there was a boy who loved to read. He read everything he could get his hands on, and loved

going to his favorite book store. One day, the boy realized he had read everything the store had

to offer. He confronted the owner, and asked him if he had anything the boy had never checked out.

The owner said why, yes, I do, and pulled out a book called “Death”. He gladly sold it to the boy

at a discounted price of 50$.

However, he warned the boy, never to read the front page. Well, the boy returned to his house and

read the book, and he was content. However, he always wondered, what could be on that front page,

it was always in the back of his mind. One day, the temptation was too much for the boy, and he

flipped to the very front of the book, and dropped the book in HORROR.

There, in bold print, was MSRP 7.99$

 

Lover, denne er bare morsom. Jeg har blitt litt vel skremt av et bilde nå, så tar en liten pause.

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Jeg ser ikke forskjellen, Eplefe. Men nå er jeg tydeligvis den feigeste her, sååå ... ^^

indeed.

 

Men disse historie greiene deres kan dere bare slutte med, det betyr at jeg må skrolle meg igjennom mer tekst... Jeg gidder ikke lese dem , men må åpne spolierne allikevel :p

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You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock.

 

There are no footprints in the snow. It's his reflection.

 

Mamma. :(

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Jegg fikk en øl av min fule far bare for å at jeg kunne passordet til det trådløse nettet.

Fulle fedre er kos. Passordet er navnet hans og året han er født.

Øl er kos. Det samme er enkle passord. :p

 

er man "Voksen" da?=)

 

du sa det ikke, men du hadde en negativ tone i ordspråket.

Nei, men man er over en viss...eh..grense.

 

Jaså. En tone, sier du?

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