"Dong!" sagde ringklokken idet da-loonj�rn kravlede ind ad brevspr�kken. Ja,
du ved, spr�kken der brever af post. Mmm, det rabler ikke rimelig meget for
os nej, det skal du endelig ikke tro, idet vi er rimeli' ...
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"klan cykel2 i tredje" :
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<kursiv> ja, vi holder konkurrence om den grimmeste ascii, jeg vandt, �v b�v.
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hmm, nu er det tid til at vi skal have lov til at tegne noget .. ja, nu bliver
der tegnet i tegne land..
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n� det var s� den tusch tegning, skal vi se lidt lim-s�rpr�g?
n�, men det var jo lige den dejlige histore vi kom fra.. Husk, stedet er, som
altid, i Ba-limjen, eller hvor det nu er vores sm� dejlige svampe kommer fra.
Og husk, svampe er kun til at ryge _IKKE_ til at spise!
-> nyt�r i staden, hadsten <-
af den ene forfatter og den anden forfatter, i resten af dokumentet vil vi
kalde dem henholdsvis forfatter 1 og forfatter 2.
(k)opieringsrettighederne er vores, dvs. de var indtil vi r�g dem.
m�ske er der lidt (b)ajer rettigheder tilbage?, hvad
siger du forfatter 2?
Jo, der er mindst 3 hundre tusinde mylliarderererre tilbagerne ja da
<kursiv> det var s� hundrede-og-seksten linjer. </kursiv>
17
18
19 ehm, stop lige ik'?
Once upon in a time to come a friend was brought to sell us marijuana. But he
didn't, sorry guys. Instead he walked right up to Baloo, and started herrasing
Flower, who was allready present, so was Spice1. (see starting another story?)
"Hmmm, maybe we should get the girlie-aspect in about now" Spice1 claimed, while
Baloo was torturing his party-gals with some of Flowers new S/M hardware. "mm"
Flower /msg'ed back to Baloo who was wearing a black nylon outfit. Flower had
brought a nice bucket filled with flowers in all different colors (you know
the drill, red, green, blue etc.).
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These flowers were some flowers that Flower had stolen from the flowergirl,
Anne McFlower (yes, she lives back in old Jelling..).
"We could smoke some un smoked smoking stuff, eh?" Spice1(uno/one/en/ein)
mumbled while talking a BIG glance at the nifty nylon equipment Baloo had lying
in his bedroom... "Hey, could i like, errr, borrow some of it??" he said with
loads of entuiasm in his voice ".. it's not like i want to wear it or anything,
just in case, err.. you know the drill" he contiuned.. "Hehe, did anyone say
DRILL??" Flower shouted with a happy smile on his face. "Don't take this
personally, Flower, but you CANNOT back-drill anyone tonight" Cake said, yes
he was the one entering the door in the introduction. (trut trut 156 linjer)
"Smack me a beer" the captain said << err sorry, tv output to editor..
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 ja, vi har l�rt at t�lle.
n�, skod det, her kommer jeres allesammens KLAN LOGO!! (ja, den kan f�s p�
t-shirt..)
