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si os meteis en google, poneis: no encuentro la pagina de los cojones y le dais a voy a tener suerte esto es lo que sale:

No encuentro la página de los cojones

La página Web solicitada está mas perdida que un skin head en una biblioteca. Puede que en el sitio Web se les haya ido la luz o que su configuración sea una mierda.

Mire, intente al menos probar lo siguiente:  ·         Pulse en el botón Actualizar, pero para que se crea que con eso se va a arreglar todo, es que es usted de lo más tonto que ronda por Internet.  ·         A ver si lo que ha pasado es que ha escrito la dirección mal, so gilipollas, analfabeto, burro, soplamocos (si el error no ha sido éste, sáltese este punto).  ·         Para comprobar la configuración de su conexión, observe si el servidor de fluctuación concordioval se encuentra en la posición reverberante de las reminiscencias. Si no es así, asegúrese que las sinonimias ornitológicas estén activadas en la posición 3.4 a la izquierda.  ·         Algunos sitios requieren una conexión de seguridad de 128 bits, otros requieren un bocata de chopped, otros un coche último modelo, y hay otros que lo que piden es un sueldo fijo. Pregunte e infórmese qué coño es lo que pide este sitio de los huevos.    ·         Pruebe a apagar el equipo, ducharse, quedar con los amigos a emborracharse hasta que los bares cierren. Al día siguiente ya no estará preocupado por la página, ya que de lo que estará preocupado será de cómo va a limpiar los tropezones que vomitó sobre paredes y cortinas de su habitación.  ·         Deje de tocarse los cojones pensando que lo voy a arreglar yo, que sólo soy un mensaje de información, pedazo de subnormal.  ·         Pégele dos hostias a la CPU, coño. La página seguirá sin cargarse, pero al menos usted se ha relajado un poco. Mira macho, que no encuentro la página

Un dia la Maria
va conèixer el Joan
a la porta de la discoteca
amb la ullera i vacil·lant

Li va dir la Maria:
Què hi fas aquí tot sol?
Jo busco alguna tia
perquè em toqui aviat els ous

Toca’m el ous Maria
veuràs quina alegria
Toca’m els ous Joan
veuràs quin goig que fan (bis)

Travessant tot el carrer
en Joan no sap que fer
La Maria se li agafa
i se’n van cap a la platja

Que no!
Que no!
Que no!
Que no!
Que se’n van anar a la festa major

Que se’n van anar a la platja
amb un quilo de formatge
per tocar-li la patata
i beneir el palmó.

Però què dius?
Benedius!
Que se’n van anar a les Cabres de dos rius

Toca’m el ous Maria
veuràs quina alegria
Toca’m els ous Joan
veuràs quin goig que fan

I need to feel him or I feel so sad

I need his touch or I feel so alone

I need his gaze or I feel broken

I need him here with me or I feel empty

I need his kiss or I feel dead

But death is better than this feeling

Cuz I feel so stupid feeling this way

I only want his hug

Cuz I love him...

But I hate him cuz he is not here with me

I NEED HIM...

I WANT HIM....

I LOVE HIM!!!

I know that maybe you wont understand this but motorcyclism championship will star soon and I'm looking forward to this..lol... this is one song for vale, I don't know who write it... but... mi piace moltisimo...

FORZA VALE, SEMPRE CON TE... questo anno tuttoè per te!!!V DE VENDETTA!!!

Ciao belli, come state
Guardate sono quello con la moto gialla
Nel casco ho un ciclone e corro come se
Avessi dietro al culo uno sciame che ce l’ha con me uuhaa uuhaa…

Ciao belli, come state
Guardate sono quello in fondo alla corsa
Non c’è niente di male a partire così - così
Mi diverte rimontare e superare Biaggi che resta di stucco lì

Sotto il solleone o sotto un acquazzone
Corro in moto in pista
Sono un satanasso per gli altri
Sono un satanasso…
Vale, Vale, Vale, sei un campione eccezionale
Non conosci la paura e se vinci non è solo fortuna
Vale, Vale, Vale, il distacco è abissale
C’è chi scende e c’è chi sale dal podio motomondiale, Aahaa

Ciao belli, come state
Tremate sono dietro con la moto gialla
Se cado mi rialzo ma arrivo e prima o poi
Vi passo uno ad uno ed in staccata anche McCoy uuhaa uuhaa…

Ciao belli, come state
Guardate vado a zonzo con la moto gialla
Con Biaggi nei paraggi mi suona in testa un gong
Comincia la ripresa e dopo un giro è già steso, è CAPPAO

Sotto il solleone o sotto un acquazzone
Corro in moto in pista
Sono un satanasso per gli altri
Sono un satanasso…
Vale, Vale, Vale, sei un campione eccezionale
Non conosci la paura e se vinci non è solo fortuna
Vale, Vale, Vale, il distacco è abissale
C’è chi scende e c’è chi sale, c’è chi apre e c’è chi cade

Se sei folle, se sei incerto, se sei Vale TIENI APERTO Aahaa

Non si sbaglia un motomondiale a porta vuota
Non si sbaglia NO,NO,NO!!!

I wish somebody have gave you some gifts.. I haven't got bf but my friend maggi gave me some chcolateamd a condom...lol!!

this is one of my favourite songs.. it's a vasco rossi's song and it's valentino rossi's fav song too... so if you know italian read it... if you don't unsedstand it sorry cuz it's a very beautiful song so.... HAPY VALENTINES DAY FOR YALL, AND SPECIALLY FOR VALENTINO, VILLE, BAM AND VALENTINES (a boy of my class.. this is not his real name, this is because of ballentines..lol)

Siamo solo noi
che andiamo a letto la mattina presto
e ci svegliamo con il mal di testa
siamo solo noi
che non abbiamo vita regolare
che non ci sappiamo limitare
siamo solo noi
che non abbiamo più rispetto per niente
neanche per la mente
siamo solo noi
quelli che poi muoiono presto
quelli che però è lo stesso.

Siamo solo noi
che non abbiamo più niente da dire
dobbiamo solo vomitare
siamo solo noi
che non vi stiamo neanche più ad ascoltare.

Siamo solo noi
quelli che non han più rispetto per niente
neanche per la gente
siamo solo noi
quelli che ormai non credono più a niente e vi fregano sempre.

Siamo solo noi
che tra demonio e santità è lo stesso
basta che ci sia posto
siamo solo noi
che facciamo colazione anche con un toast del resto.

Siamo solo noi
quelli che non han voglia di far niente
rubano solamente
siamo solo noi
generazione di sconvolti
che non han più santi né eroi
siamo solo noi
siamo solo noi
siamo solo noi...

and this afternoon I have english in my new level (almost the last one... hahaha..)

so.. what's up everybody??? I want you to answer if you read that pliz....

now I have to go to class I have a boring subject.. I hate this fucking subject!!!!!!

[p.d: I complete a game and It said that I shoud be spy.. lol.. so funny]

BAM MARGERA, the professional skateboarder and “Jackass” star, is used to making appearances at his hometown courthouse, but on this frosty Wednesday morning he was here of his own volition, more or less. He had arrived at a sterile and totally-not-rad government office (just across the hall from the tax claims and liens bureau) with his fiancée, Missy Rothstein, an MTV camera crew close behind recording Mr. Margera, the scruffy 27-year-old daredevil, as he took the biggest plunge of all: applying for a marriage license.

Before the young couple could qualify, however, they had to answer a series of seemingly perfunctory questions posed by a clerk, who addressed the groom-to-be by his given name, Brandon. Were either of them afflicted with any transmittable diseases? Were they under the influence of liquor or other intoxicants? Were they weak-minded or insane? Mr. Margera thought long and hard about each of these inquiries before answering no to all.

Finally the clerk asked if they had fully contemplated the responsibilities of marriage and were certain they wanted to go through with it. Ms. Rothstein, a slender, 26-year-old West Chester native who works at a nearby sign shop, was first to respond. “If I wasn’t sure,” she said, “I would have run away a long time ago.”

Then she waited for her betrothed to pay the $50 cash application fee, but Mr. Margera had forgotten to bring any money. Instead their camera crew pooled their resources and bought the couple their ticket to a future of connubial bliss, dirty diapers and equitable distribution laws.

The singles scene’s loss is cable television’s gain. Beginning on Tuesday the unorthodox, mostly unscripted preparations for Mr. Margera and Ms. Rothstein’s wedding will provide the raw footage for a new MTV reality series, “Bam’s Unholy Union,” the third MTV show on which Mr. Margera has played a prominent role.

Those viewers who were unaware of his skateboarding exploits were introduced to Mr. Margera on “Jackass,” the stunt show that featured him running amok at a rest stop while dressed as an escaped mental patient and setting off fireworks in the bedroom of his sleeping parents. A spinoff, “Viva la Bam,” followed Mr. Margera, his family and friends as they wreaked havoc on the Pennsylvania estate near here that he built from endorsement deals for skating gear, apparel and Right Guard deodorant.

Last January Mr. Margera and Ms. Rothstein were shopping at the Cartier store in the King of Prussia Mall when they discovered a diamond engagement ring that happened to fit Ms. Rothstein’s finger perfectly. Mr. Margera took it as a sign and decided to propose on the spot.

“I was like, ‘Now’s the time,’ ” Mr. Margera recalled over lunch at a local pub, swigging Strongbow cider while Ms. Rothstein sipped unsweetened iced tea. “We just sat there and drank three bottles of Champagne. Then we forgot to get gas on the way home, and we straight up ran out of gas on Route 202.”

After celebrating the good news with Ms. Rothstein’s family, Mr. Margera reached out to MTV. “Bam called up and said: ‘Hey, I’m getting married. Is that a show?’ ” Lois Curren, the network’s executive vice president for series entertainment and programming, recalled in a telephone interview. “And we thought, ‘Yes, we believe it is.’ It offers this different prism for our viewers to look at things like marriage for the first time. It’s tender and it’s torturous at the same time.”

The same could be said for Mr. Margera and Ms. Rothstein’s tumultuous courtship. Though they had been friends since they were in sixth grade together, by 2001 they were dating other people who would not allow them to see each other. (“They must have been jealous for a reason,” Ms. Rothstein said.)

But two years ago they found themselves available again after Ms. Rothstein parted ways with her boyfriend and Mr. Margera endured a particularly nasty split from his former fiancée, the actress Jenn Rivell, against whom Mr. Margera would later seek an order of protection. “Sometimes when you’re with somebody, and all their stuff is at your house, it’s so hard to break up with them,” Mr. Margera explained. “You don’t know what they’re going to wreck and destroy.”

After reuniting and embarking on a relationship of their own, Mr. Margera and Ms. Rothstein discovered they were a perfect match. “I love his spontaneity, even though it drives me crazy sometimes,” Ms. Rothstein said. “I’d be bored if he was normal like everyone else.”

Mr. Margera said: “If it’s Valentine’s Day, I don’t want her to expect flowers from me just because that’s what you’re supposed to do. My Valentine’s Day is May 5.”

Ms. Rothstein in return provided Mr. Margera with a much-needed calming influence. “I’m the type of dude that’ll stay out till 5 in the morning,” he explained, “while she’ll be like, ‘O.K., it’s midnight, time to go to bed.’ I’m not 21 anymore. I’ve got to stop going for it.”

“And,” Ms. Rothstein added proudly, “I’m stopping him.”

Since production began on “Bam’s Unholy Union,” the two have been consumed with preparations for their February nuptials (all of them being documented for the show): organizing a bridal shower for Ms. Rothstein, scheduling a pair of bachelor parties for Mr. Margera in New York and Las Vegas, booking Iggy Pop and the Stooges to play at their post-wedding celebration. (The exact date and location of the wedding have not been revealed for fear of attracting unwanted attention from fans and ex-girlfriends.)

Mr. Margera is happy to leave the finer details of the ceremony in the hands of the MTV producers. “If I didn’t have a whole crew of 30 here to help me,” he said, “I’d probably have gray hair by now.”

MTV benefits from the bargain too. It gets another opportunity to showcase one of its most popular on-air personalities and to extend the “Jackass” franchise, even as Mr. Margera undergoes a rite of passage that would seem to spell the end of his outrageous shenanigans. “Bam’s just so easily distracted that something as mundane as setting a guest list for a wedding, he brings new life to it,” Ms. Curren said. “Once a ‘Jackass,’ always a ‘Jackass.’ ”

There is also the hope that the wedding might break the network’s unlucky streak of celebrity couples — Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson, Dave Navarro and Carmen Electra, Travis Barker and Shanna Moakler — whose marriages unraveled soon after they appeared in MTV reality shows. “Well, the Osbournes are still together,” Ms. Curren offered, “so we have that going for us.”

Ms. Rothstein insisted that she and Mr. Margera would beat the odds: “We don’t live in Hollywood. It’s not two celebrities coming together, fighting over the spotlight. It’ll be a nice memory that, years from now, we can look back on, and we have the entire process documented.”

Having finished lunch Mr. Margera and Ms. Rothstein made their way down the street to the X-Treme Ink Tattoo Parlor (“No smoking, alcohol, or attitudes”) to commemorate their marriage license with indelible pigmentation. Behind her lower lip, Ms. Rothstein got a tattoo of the number 313, the area code for Detroit, where the couple bought their wedding bands.

Behind his lower lip, Mr. Margera got a tattoo that read “Dr. J,” the nickname of the legendary basketball player Julius Erving, who played in nearby Philadelphia. “He’s the man,” Mr. Margera explained.

Despite the symbolism, Ms. Rothstein was confused by her fiancé’s choice: “What does that have to do with the wedding?”