Ace Tactician Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 Sweet, page 3700^^ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tamanoir Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 Did you knew I once created a trend ? (It was about chosind the best GBA character on any class...) ANd that I was even worse as lurking (on a now dead Hack where Proto participated...) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Junk Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 yo Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Koneko Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 About Commercials... French has Orangina... 'Nuff said. (and that Milk's add with dancing skeleton childs...) The cherries are on the road, and they are for everyone, actually. But people took the blueberries on our terrain (and even park in front of our house), before we put on a fence. And boars "visited" the place too, but what can we do ? Oranginas? What's that o: Though that's awfully rude of them to do so to get your blueberries! I wonder how your parents felt about it. Can't say much for boars though..those things scare me sometimes. ;v;'' Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kinumi Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 (・ω・) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tamanoir Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 ( ゚ヮ゚ ) ( ゚ヮ゚ ) ( ゚ヮ゚ ) ( ゚ヮ゚ ) ( ゚ヮ゚ ) ( ゚ヮ゚ ) Am I the only one who tried to click on all of them ? (OK... I'll stop until next page. I promise) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kinumi Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 kitty when are you going to stream again Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pull My Devil Trigger Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 ( ゚ヮ゚ ) ( ゚ヮ゚ ) ( ゚ヮ゚ ) ( ゚ヮ゚ ) ( ゚ヮ゚ ) ( ゚ヮ゚ ) :> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kinumi Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 <: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Koneko Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 kitty when are you going to stream again whenever I feel like it, since I haven't drawn since..last week //shot Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Soledai Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 I'm back, food and stuff beckoned... but it seems everyone cleared out... classy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DodgeDusk Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 I wonder when the song in my signature will change to something that isn't sung in English Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pull My Devil Trigger Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 I wonder when the song in my signature will change to something that isn't sung in English ??? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DodgeDusk Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 ??? Tonton, I am not listening to a song that is 9 min- THAT VOICE Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Acacia Sgt Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 Is this Sanc Kingdom or Azadistan? Why Sanc? Isn't it in northeast Europe? No deserts there. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stargirl Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 This isn't ice cream but at least I'm a dessert :> Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Pull My Devil Trigger Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 [spoiler=original] Não tinha medo o tal João de Santo Cristo Era o que todos diziam quando ele se perdeu Deixou pra trás todo o marasmo da fazenda Só pra sentir no seu sangue o ódio que Jesus lhe deu Quando criança só pensava em ser bandido Ainda mais quando com um tiro de soldado o pai morreu Era o terror da cercania onde morava E na escola até o professor com ele aprendeu Ia pra igreja só pra roubar o dinheiro Que as velhinhas colocavam na caixinha do altar Sentia mesmo que era mesmo diferente Sentia que aquilo ali não era o seu lugar Ele queria sair para ver o mar E as coisas que ele via na televisão Juntou dinheiro para poder viajar De escolha própria, escolheu a solidão Comia todas as menininhas da cidade De tanto brincar de médico, aos doze era professor Aos quinze, foi mandado pro reformatório Onde aumentou seu ódio diante de tanto terror Não entendia como a vida funcionava Discriminação por causa da sua classe e sua cor Ficou cansado de tentar achar resposta E comprou uma passagem, foi direto a Salvador E lá chegando foi tomar um cafezinho E encontrou um boiadeiro com quem foi falar E o boiadeiro tinha uma passagem e ia perder a viagem Mas João foi lhe salvar Dizia ele: "Estou indo pra Brasília Neste país lugar melhor não há Tô precisando visitar a minha filha Eu fico aqui e você vai no meu lugar" E João aceitou sua proposta E num ônibus entrou no Planalto Central Ele ficou bestificado com a cidade Saindo da rodoviária, viu as luzes de Natal "Meu Deus, mas que cidade linda, No Ano-Novo eu começo a trabalhar" Cortar madeira, aprendiz de carpinteiro Ganhava cem mil por mês em Taguatinga Na sexta-feira ia pra zona da cidade Gastar todo o seu dinheiro de rapaz trabalhador E conhecia muita gente interessante Até um neto bastardo do seu bisavô Um peruano que vivia na Bolívia E muitas coisas trazia de lá Seu nome era Pablo e ele dizia Que um negócio ele ia começar E Santo Cristo até a morte trabalhava Mas o dinheiro não dava pra ele se alimentar E ouvia às sete horas o noticiário Que sempre dizia que o seu ministro ia ajudar Mas ele não queria mais conversa E decidiu que, como Pablo, ele ia se virar Elaborou mais uma vez seu plano santo E sem ser crucificado, a plantação foi começar Logo logo os maluco da cidade souberam da novidade "Tem bagulho bom ai!" E João de Santo Cristo ficou rico E acabou com todos os traficantes dali Fez amigos, frequentava a Asa Norte E ia pra festa de rock, pra se libertar Mas de repente Sob uma má influência dos boyzinho da cidade Começou a roubar Já no primeiro roubo ele dançou E pro inferno ele foi pela primeira vez Violência e estupro do seu corpo "Vocês vão ver, eu vou pegar vocês" Agora o Santo Cristo era bandido Destemido e temido no Distrito Federal Não tinha nenhum medo de polícia Capitão ou traficante, playboy ou general Foi quando conheceu uma menina E de todos os seus pecados ele se arrependeu Maria Lúcia era uma menina linda E o coração dele pra ela o Santo Cristo prometeu Ele dizia que queria se casar E carpinteiro ele voltou a ser "Maria Lúcia pra sempre vou te amar E um filho com você eu quero ter" O tempo passa e um dia vem na porta Um senhor de alta classe com dinheiro na mão E ele faz uma proposta indecorosa E diz que espera uma resposta, uma resposta do João "Não boto bomba em banca de jornal Nem em colégio de criança isso eu não faço não E não protejo general de dez estrelas Que fica atrás da mesa com o cu na mão E é melhor senhor sair da minha casa Nunca brinques com um Peixes de ascendente Escorpião" Mas antes de sair, com ódio no olhar, o velho disse "Você perdeu sua vida, meu irmão" "Você perdeu a sua vida meu irmão Você perdeu a sua vida meu irmão Essas palavras vão entrar no coração Eu vou sofrer as consequências como um cão" Não é que o Santo Cristo estava certo Seu futuro era incerto e ele não foi trabalhar Se embebedou e no meio da bebedeira Descobriu que tinha outro trabalhando em seu lugar Falou com Pablo que queria um parceiro E também tinha dinheiro e queria se armar Pablo trazia o contrabando da Bolívia E Santo Cristo revendia em Planaltina Mas acontece que um tal de Jeremias Traficante de renome, apareceu por lá Ficou sabendo dos planos de Santo Cristo E decidiu que, com João ele ia acabar Mas Pablo trouxe uma Winchester-22 E Santo Cristo já sabia atirar E decidiu usar a arma só depois Que Jeremias começasse a brigar Jeremias, maconheiro sem-vergonha Organizou a Rockonha e fez todo mundo dançar Desvirginava mocinhas inocentes Se dizia que era crente mas não sabia rezar E Santo Cristo há muito não ia pra casa E a saudade começou a apertar "Eu vou me embora, eu vou ver Maria Lúcia Já tá em tempo de a gente se casar" Chegando em casa então ele chorou E pro inferno ele foi pela segunda vez Com Maria Lúcia Jeremias se casou E um filho nela ele fez Santo Cristo era só ódio por dentro E então o Jeremias pra um duelo ele chamou "Amanhã às duas horas na Ceilândia Em frente ao lote 14, é pra lá que eu vou E você pode escolher as suas armas Que eu acabo mesmo com você, seu porco traidor E mato também Maria Lúcia Aquela menina falsa pra quem jurei o meu amor" E o Santo Cristo não sabia o que fazer Quando viu o repórter da televisão Que deu notícia do duelo na TV Dizendo a hora e o local e a razão No sábado então, às duas horas Todo o povo sem demora foi lá só para assistir Um homem que atirava pelas costas E acertou o Santo Cristo começou a sorrir Sentindo o sangue na garganta João olhou pras bandeirinhas e pro povo a aplaudir E olhou pro sorveteiro e pras câmeras e A gente da TV que filmava tudo ali E se lembrou de quando era uma criança E de tudo o que vivera até ali E decidiu entrar de vez naquela dança "Se a via-crucis virou circo, estou aqui" E nisso o sol cegou seus olhos E então Maria Lúcia ele reconheceu Ela trazia a Winchester-22 A arma que seu primo Pablo lhe deu "Jeremias, eu sou homem. coisa que você não é E não atiro pelas costas não Olha pra cá filha da puta, sem vergonha Dá uma olhada no meu sangue e vem sentir o teu perdão" E Santo Cristo com a Winchester-22 Deu cinco tiros no bandido traidor Maria Lúcia se arrependeu depois E morreu junto com João, seu protetor E o povo declarava que João de Santo Cristo Era santo porque sabia morrer E a alta burguesia da cidade Não acreditou na história que eles viram na TV E João não conseguiu o que queria Quando veio pra Brasília, com o diabo ter Ele queria era falar pro presidente Pra ajudar toda essa gente que só faz Sofrer [spoiler=google translate english]Had no such fear of St. John Christ That's what everyone said when he lost Left behind all the doldrums of the farm Just to feel the hate in your blood that Jesus gave As a child thought only to be thug Especially when shooting with a soldier's father died It was the terror of closeness where he lived And in school until he learned with the teacher Going to church just to steal money What the old ladies put on the altar box Even felt that it was really different Felt that that there was not your place He wanted to go see the sea And the things he saw on television Joined money to travel Own choice, chose loneliness Ate all the little girls in town From both play doctor, was a professor at twelve At fifteen, were sent to reform school Where increased his hatred before such terror Did not understand how life worked Discrimination because of their class and their color Got tired of trying to find answer And bought a ticket, went straight to Salvador And there was getting a cup of coffee And met a cowboy who was talking And the cowboy had a ticket and was going to miss the trip But John was saving him He said: "I'm going to Brasilia In this country there is no better place 'm Needing to visit my daughter I'm here and you go in my place " And John accepted his proposal And a bus entered the Central Plateau He was flabbergasted with the city Leaving the road, saw the Christmas lights "My God, what beautiful city, In the New Year I get to work " Chopping wood, carpenter apprentice Hundred thousand won per month in Wansbeck On Friday went to the city area Spending all your money boy worker And met lots of interesting people Until a bastard grandson of his great-grandfather A Peruvian living in Bolivia And many things brought from there His name was Pablo and he said That he was going to start a business And Holy Christ worked to death But the money did not give him feed And heard the news at seven Who always said that his minister would help But he did not want to talk And decided that, like Pablo, he would turn Prepared once again his holy plan And without being crucified, the plantation was started Pretty soon the crazy city heard the news "Be of good stuff there!" And John de Santo Cristo became rich And ended all drug dealers away Made friends, attended the North Wing And going to party rock, to break free But suddenly Under the influence of a bad boyzinho city Began to steal In the first robbery he danced And hell it was first Violence and rape of her body "You'll see, I'll get you" Now the Holy Christ was bandit Fearless and feared in Federal District Had no fear of police Captain or dealer, or General playboy It was when he met a girl And of all his sins he repented Maria Lucia was a beautiful girl And his heart to her the Holy Christ promised He said he wanted to marry And he returned to be a carpenter "Maria Lucia I will always love you And a child with you I want to have " Time passes and one day comes in the door A gentleman of high class with money in hand And he makes an indecent proposal And says he expects a response, a response from John "Do bomb button newsstand Neither child in college so I do not do not And do not protect general ten stars What is behind the table with his ass in his hand And you better get out of my house sir Never mess with a Scorpio ascendant Fish " But before leaving, with hate in his eyes, the old man said "You lost your life, brother" "You lost your life my brother You lost your life my brother These words will enter the heart I will suffer the consequences like a dog " It is the Holy Christ was right His future was uncertain and it was not working Got drunk and in the middle of drinking Discovered that he had another working place Pablo spoke to who wanted a partner He also had money and wanted to arm Pablo brought the contraband from Bolivia And Holy Christ resold Planaltina But it happens that a man named Jeremiah Reputed dealer, showed up Learned of plans Santo Cristo He decided that he was going to end with John But Pablo brought a Winchester-22 And Holy Christ knew already shoot And decided to use the gun only after Jeremiah began to quarrel Jeremiah pothead shameless Rockonha organized and made everyone dance Desvirginava innocent young girls If he said he was a believer but not know how to pray And Holy Christ there is not much going home And the longing began to tighten "I'm leaving, I'll see Maria Lucia It's already time for us to get married " Arriving home then he cried And hell it was the second time With Mary Lucia Jeremiah married And he made her a son Holy Christ was only hatred inside And then Jeremiah to a duel he called "Tomorrow at two o'clock in Ceilândia In front of Lot 14, that's where I'm going And you can choose your weapons I have just the same with you, you traitor pig And also kill Maria Lucia That fake girl who swore to my love " And the Holy Christ did not know what to do When he saw the television reporter Which gave news of the duel on TV Telling the time and place and the reason Then on Saturday at two o'clock All the people without delay was just there to watch A man who threw the back And hit the Holy Christ began to smile Sensing blood in the throat John looked purchases flags and pro people applauding And looked pro and ice cream purchases and cameras We filmed all the TV that there And he remembered when he was a child And all that lived up there And decided that instead of dancing "If the via crucis turned circus, I'm here" And that the sun blinded their eyes And then he recognized Maria Lucia She carried the Winchester-22 The weapon that gave him his cousin Pablo "Jeremiah, I am a man. Thing you are not And do not shoot from behind Look over here bitch shameless Take a look at my blood and come feel your forgiveness " And Holy Christ with the Winchester-22 Took five shots in bandit traitor Maria Lucia later repented He died along with John, her protector And the people declared that John de Santo Cristo Was holy because he knew die And the high bourgeoisie of the city Do not believe the story they saw on TV And John did not get what I wanted When it came to Brasilia, with the devil have He wanted to talk about was President pro To help all those people who just makes suffer Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Koneko Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 This isn't ice cream but at least I'm a dessert :> It's so adorable ahhhh ;w; <3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nobody Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 that song is about my city Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pull My Devil Trigger Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 that song is about my city good part of it is there, yes Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stargirl Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 ♫♪♪♫ nananana ♫♫♪♪ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pull My Devil Trigger Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 maybe i could try translating faroeste caboclo for practicing Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Stargirl Posted July 6, 2014 Share Posted July 6, 2014 It's so adorable ahhhh ;w; <3 crycry T__T I know Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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