Para o timoneiro Trapy

Malta brava afinada,

Cambada de gays, devem estar enfiados nas catacumbas do pilão, entenda-se recta da segunda companhia, depósito por baixo do bloco de aulas ou dentro da cripta.

Eu já vi a luz do dia...toca a escrever posts, senão geraldina, seguido GAM e a finalizar numa formatura de gala em frente às botas e cuecas mal cheirosas do graduado.

No entanto aqui ficam os meus parabéns pelo "keep up the big work" do trapylélé.

Se tiverem esta musica dos Joy Division aqui fica a letra para acompanhar, senã mando pó mail

Born from some mother's womb
Just like any other room
Made a promise for a new life
Made a victim out of your lifeWhen your time's on the door
And you trip on the floor
And you feel you can touch
All the noise is too much
And the seeds that are sown
Are no longer your own
Just a minor operation
To force the final ultimatum
A thousand words are spoken loud
Reach that gun to fool the crowds
When you walk down the street and thesound that's so sweet
And you wish you could hide
Maybe go for a rideTo some picture arcade
Where the future's not made
A nightmare situation
Infiltrate imagination
Smacks of past holy wars
Fight a war with broken laws
The leaders of men
Born out of your frustration
The leaders of men
Just a strange infatuation
The leaders of men
Madea promise for a new life
No saviour for our sakes
To crush the atrocities of hate
Self-induced manipulation
To crush all thoughtsof mass-salvation

PS: isto dá para por musicas aqui pa malta ouvir...ou e preciso praxar o boda para fazer isso

Cya

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