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Vrei caldura?
Vrei sa simti un suflet care te impaca?
Mingiie o vaca
Fara minte
dar cuminte
citeodata vrei sa fii si tu o vaca
paradisiaca

Citeodata vrei si tu sa te opresti
sa nu faci nimic doar poate sa mugesti
sa mirosi un pai
sa te simti in rai
sa zimbesti si sa nu-ti pese daca
esti o vaca

Vrei blindete?
Vrei finete?
Vrei sa fie-un suflet care sa te placa?
Mingiie o vaca

Vaca buna
nu nebuna
citeodata vrei sa fii si tu asemeni
c-o vaca sa semeni

Citeodata vrei si tu sa te opresti...

Zi-mi ca sint bou
nu-mi pare rau
imi place printre vaci sa stau
Iaca vaca - unde e vaca?
Priveste doar
in ochii lor
si totu-ti va parea usor
Iaca vaca - unde e vaca?

Zi-mi ca sint bou...

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Anul acesta de Sf. Valentin si Dragobete, poti sa-i daruiesti jumatatii tale ceva nemaipomenit!

Povestea voastra de dragoste. Cum?

Intra pe www.dragoste.hipermagazin.ro si vei vedea.


Preturi indragostite!!!

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As vrea ca odata cineva sa considere cat spam primesti un fel de calificativ de ceva. Si sa puna in balantza reclamele la produse de mentzine a erectie versus cele de mentine a iubirii.

Deci .. eu consider acest spam in afara de un spam scris de cei mai mari idioti din lume, consider DECI acest spam cel mai romantic spam primit.

Ce vine pe siteul ala ? CAT DE TZARAN TREBUIE SA FII, CAT DE SPOITOR sa scotzi asa ceva din tine ? Vreau si eu o lista cu 100 clienti ai siteului. Vreau sa stiu si eu 100 oameni care cumpara asa ceva ca sa stiu cu cine imi incep crimele.


deci siteul in sine.. vedetzi, se trateaza cu 66 nu cu 69. dragostea e la alt apartament. www.top66.ro


da da da ... o studenta de-a mea, nu te supara .. in cel mai rau caz o sa mor de inima cand i-o dau.


deci cand ne-am intalnit am vazut la tine cum iti bate inima si cat de puternica este inimioara ta daca vibreaza si prin implanturi. desigur ca nu te-am iubit cand ne-am vazut pentru ca era primavara, un cancer afara de nu se poate si aveai 3 haine de blana pe tine. dar ce bine ca s-a facut vara si ca ai aceeptat ceaiul de la MCD.
prin aceasta declaratie iti spun ca te iubesc, notarul a semnat si el in coltz, pentru ca am spus cu doi martori ca te iubesc si aveam buletinul valabil... totusi un nesimtit, sa vezi ce taxa mi-a cerut.
oricum tehnic mai departe de nori nu exista oxigen deci nu cred ca cer asa de mult de la tine, nu poti sa imi reprosezi nici tu ca nu ai putut sa mergi cu prietenele dincolo de nori din cauza mea.
dar eu pot sa iti spun ca aici e mai multa lumina ca in nori si parfumul tau este mai puternic pe pamant pentru ca poti sa il folosesti cat de des vrei fara sa afectezi stratul de ozon care dincolo de nori oricum e rar si nu e bine sa il distrugem, inimioara mea!
ACUM .. cum pana mea doresc eu sa ii doresc fericire si implinire unei nenorocite care mi-a umplut viatza de lumina (adica a tras daperiile de pe geamuri cand inca doream sa dorm) si se dadea cu parfum cand pleca in oras de nu puteam sa scap de el nici daca imprastiam toate sosetele murdare prin casa. CAT DE BUDIST trebuie sa fiu ca sa doresc asa ceva ?
si.. toata viatza impreuna .. care scumpete, a ei sau a ta ? sau iti iei tu BMW seria cinci ca sa fie doi dintr-o lovitura ?

FINAL APOTEOTIC .. te doresc atat de mult; suna a regret finalul asta. DAR de fapt in asta consta geniul acestei felicitari .. ARE UN REGRET .. nu e regretul ca ea ii cheltuie banii pe parfumuri.. nu nu nu ... nu este nici regretul ca o doreste mai mult decat poate cardul lui sa o scoata in oras.. NU NU NU este regretul ca simplu .. "o doreste asa de mult"

inainte de culcare mai dau un send and recive pe mail. genial. un mail. asta este al doilea mail primit din cauza siteului mielu.ro de la o persoana pe care nu o cunosc, azi x feb 2006. si nu este despre blog. inca face furori restul siteului .. pentru blog trebuie sa mai astept
when in doubt, fuck!

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Salut .
Nu mi-ai raspuns , poate ca nu mai citesti demult posta de pe acest cont ...
Dar mi-am adus aminte de ceva , scris in ultima sectiune a site-lui , intre 2 alte chestii parolate ..
Cica tu cauti o relatie normala bazata pe sex ...
Eu zic ca la modul tau de viata cauti cai verzi pe pereti . Nu vei gasi nici o femeie care sa accepte ca sa muncesti toata ziulica in saptamana ( zici ca ai 3 servicii) iar in week-end-uri sa umbli pe coclauri .
Ca sa rezolvi problema ai doar 2 solutii .
1. sa-ti gasesti pe cineva tot atat de pasionat de Munte ca si tine , si atunci aceasta pasiune comuna va fi liantul , chiar daca sexul va fi ceva rar . Femeile cu o asemenea pasiune sunt mai rare , dar totusi exista . Relatia se poate suda in timp , cu conditia sa nu o tradezi facand sex aiurea ....
2. sa-ti gasesti un barbat . Si aici cred ca vor fi probleme de lipsa timpului alocat celuilalt , dar cred ca nu e un factor atat de important ca la o relatie normala . Si sexul poate fi singurul lucru din relatie . Dar asa ceva depinde de genetica ta si de ce-ti place la sex ....
Mity1
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In primul rand numele pe care am primit mailul era ceva gen Martinescu Alexandru. Imi place ideea, asa cu barba si mergand domol prin cancerul de afara seara spre casa ma simt mos martin(escu).

0) siteul este pe parte de text la fix anul 2003 - iar pentru ca Lucica ma tot batea la cap ca nu am mai facut update la site am pus acum pe prima pagina - TEXT UPDATE, ca poze sunt aproape la zi.

0a) "Eu zic ca la modul tau de viata cauti cai verzi pe pereti" ... da frate sau soro, in fine cred ca frate; DECI se numeste "cautzi fanta roz", nu "cai verzi" e o kestie de perceptie a culorii.. care pe intuneric .. devine doar o problema de gust.

0b) deci in primul rand eu chiar daca ajung tarziu acasa nu inseamna ca nu .... adica eu nu pot sa dorm fara sa simt o imbratzisare calda. cat de obosit as fi. daca exista se face. altele sunt kestiile de care se plange femeile de mine.

1) dupa ce mi-am dorit foarte mult sa gasesc pe cineva cu care sa merg la munte si dupa ce am avut cateva prietene care aveau aceeasi pasiune am zis CA NU MA MAI INTERESEAZA IN VIATZA MEA O RELATIE CU O TIPA CARE SA AIBA CA PASIUNE (pe bune nu la vrajala) MERSUL PE MUNTE

1b) tipele care merg la munte au totusi aceeasi viatza sexuala ca si o tipa care nu merge. doar ca uneori se petrece la altitudini mai mari.

1c) ideea de facand "sex aiurea" se refera la felul in care o bagi sau e o aluzie la kestia ca o mai bagi si pe langa ?

2a) deci doua lucruri mi-au fost oferite de toti "prietenii mei" .. un supt mai lung si dorguri. cred ca trebuia sa zic da macar la una din ele.

2b) partea cu "timpul alocat, nu e ca la o relatie normala" sincer ma sperie .. vorbesti ca un adevarat cunoscator

2c+d) deci e clar, e un "el". nu frate .. intre doi tipi ar exista o intelegere pe care NICIODATA nu o gasesti la o femeie, problemele ar fi IDENTICE, nu ar fi mensturatie, nu ar fi dereglari hormonale, etc. Daca ma gandesc bine in toate pornurile de pe net se incepe cu un bot si se temina cu un cur asa ca practic nu prea mi-ar lipsi multe lucruri de la o femeie daca as avea o altfel de "prietena".

DAR TOTUSI IUBESC FANTA ROZ, imi pare rau .. nu ma pot desparti de gustul de fanta roz !
PUTETI SA IMI OFERITI ORICE, nu tradez cauza!


Asa ca am raspuns:

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Salut !

Am primit doar acest mail sau celalt nu a fost la fel de interesant.
Vezi ca numele meu este Alexandru Mateescu :-p

Multumesc pentru grija pe care mi-o porti. Am renuntat la anumite criterii de selectie pentru punctul 1. dar nu ma simt inca pregatit pentru punctul 2.

Toate mari,
mielu.ro
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MRS. PEARCE [at the door] Doolittle, sir. [She admits Doolittle and retires].

Alfred Doolittle is an elderly but vigorous dustman, clad in the costume of his profession, including a hat with a back brim covering his neck and shoulders. He has well marked and rather interesting features, and seems equally free from fear and conscience. He has a remarkably expressive voice, the result of a habit of giving vent to his feelings without reserve. His present pose is that of wounded honor and stern resolution.

DOOLITTLE [at the door, uncertain which of the two gentlemen is his man] Professor Higgins?

HIGGINS. Here. Good morning. Sit down.

DOOLITTLE. Morning, Governor. [He sits down magisterially] I come about a very serious matter, Governor.

HIGGINS [to Pickering] Brought up in Hounslow. Mother Welsh, I should think. [Doolittle opens his mouth, amazed. Higgins continues] What do you want, Doolittle?

DOOLITTLE [menacingly] I want my daughter: thats what I want. See?

HIGGINS. Of course you do. Youre her father, arnt you? You dont suppose anyone else wants her, do you? I'm glad to see you have some spark of family feeling left. Shes upstairs. Take her away at once.

DOOLITTLE [rising, fearfully taken aback.] What!

HIGGINS. Take her away. Do you suppose I'm going to keep your daughter for you?

DOOLITTLE [remonstrating] Now, now, look here, Governor. Is this reasonable? Is it fairity to take advantage of a man like this? The girl belongs to me. You got her. Where do I come in? [He sits down again].

HIGGINS. Your daughter had the audacity to come to my house and ask me to teach her how to speak properly so that she could get a place in a flower-shop. This gentleman and my housekeeper have been here all the time. [Bullying him] How dare you come here and attempt to blackmail me? You sent her here on purpose.

DOOLITTLE [protesting] No, Governor.

HIGGINS. You must have. How else could you possibly know that she is here?

DOOLITTLE. Dont take a man up like that, Governor.

HIGGINS. The police shall take you up. This is a plant—a plot to extort money by threats. I shall telephone for the police [he goes resolutely to the telephone and opens the directory].

DOOLITTLE. Have I asked you for a brass farthing? I leave it to the gentleman here: have I said a word about money?

HIGGINS [throwing the book aside and marching down on Doolittle with a poser] What else did you come for?

DOOLITTLE [sweetly] Well, what would a man come for? Be human, Governor.

HIGGINS [disarmed] Alfred: did you put her up to it?

DOOLITTLE. So help me, Governor, I never did. I take my Bible oath I aint seen the girl these two months past.

HIGGINS. Then how did you know she was here?

DOOLITTLE ["most musical, most melancholy"] I'll tell you, Governor, if youll only let me get a word in. I'm willing to tell you. I'm wanting to tell you. I'm waiting to tell you.

HIGGINS. Pickering: this chap has a certain natural gift of rhetoric. Observe the rhythm of his native woodnotes wild. "I'm willing to tell you: I'm wanting to tell you: I'm waiting to tell you." Sentimental rhetoric! thats the Welsh strain in him. It also accounts for his mendacity and dishonesty.

PICKERING. Oh, p l e a s e, Higgins: I'm west country myself. [To Doolittle] How did you know the girl was here if you didnt send her?

DOOLITTLE. It was like this, Governor. The girl took a boy in the taxi to give him a jaunt. Son of her landlady, he is. He hung about on the chance of her giving him another ride home. Well, she sent him back for her luggage when she heard you was willing for her to stop here. I met the boy at the corner of Long Acre and Endell Street.

HIGGINS. Public house. Yes?

DOOLITTLE. The poor man's club, Governor: why shouldnt I?

PICKERING. Do let him tell his story, Higgins.

DOOLITTLE. He told me what was up. And I ask you, what was my feelings and my duty as a father? I says to the boy, "You bring me the luggage," I says—

PICKERING. Why didnt you go for it yourself?

DOOLITTLE. Landlady wouldnt have trusted me with it, Governor. Shes that kind of woman: you know. I had to give the boy a penny afore he trusted me with it, the little swine. I brought it to her just to oblige you like, and make myself agreeable. Thats all.

HIGGINS. How much luggage?

DOOLITTLE. Musical instrument, Governor. A few pictures, a trifle of jewelry, and a bird-cage. She said she didnt want no clothes. What was I to think from that, Governor? I ask you as a parent what was I to think?

HIGGINS. So you came to rescue her from worse than death, eh?

DOOLITTLE [appreciatively: relieved at being so well understood] Just so, Governor. Thats right.

PICKERING. But why did you bring her luggage if you intended to take her away?

DOOLITTLE. Have I said a word about taking her away? Have I now?

HIGGINS [determinedly] Youre going to take her away, double quick. [He crosses to the hearth and rings the bell].

DOOLITTLE [rising] No, Governor. Dont say that. I'm not the man to stand in my girl's light. Heres a career opening for her, as you might say; and—

Mrs. Pearce opens the door and awaits orders.

HIGGINS. Mrs. Pearce: this is Eliza's father. He has come to take her away. Give her to him. [He goes back to the piano, with an air of washing his hands of the whole affair].

DOOLITTLE. No. This is a misunderstanding. Listen here—

MRS. PEARCE. He cant take her away, Mr. Higgins: how can he? You told me to burn her clothes.

DOOLITTLE. Thats right. I cant carry the girl through the streets like a blooming monkey, can I? I put it to you.

HIGGINS. You have put it to me that you want your daughter. Take your daughter. If she has no clothes go out and buy her some.

DOOLITTLE [desperate] Wheres the clothes she come in? Did I burn them or did your missus here?

MRS. PEARCE. I am the housekeeper, if you please. I have sent for some clothes for your girl. When they come you can take her away. You can wait in the kitchen. This way, please.

Doolittle, much troubled, accompanies her to the door; then hesitates; finally turns confidentially to Higgins.

DOOLITTLE. Listen here, Governor. You and me is men of the world, aint we?

HIGGINS. Oh! Men of the world, are we? Youd better go, Mrs. Pearce.

MRS. PEARCE. I think so, indeed, sir. [She goes, with dignity].

PICKERING. The floor is yours, Mr. Doolittle.

DOOLITTLE [to Pickering] I thank you, Governor. [To Higgins, who takes refuge on the piano bench, a little overwhelmed by the proximity of his visitor; for Doolittle has a professional flavor of dust about him]. Well, the truth is, Ive taken a sort of fancy to you, Governor; and if you want the girl, I'm not so set on having her back home again but what I might be open to an arrangement. Regarded in the light of a young woman, shes a fine handsome girl. As a daughter shes not worth her keep; and so I tell you straight. All I ask is my rights as a father; and youre the last man alive to expect me to let her go for nothing; for I can see youre one of the straight sort, Governor. Well, whats a five pound note to you? And whats Eliza to me? [He returns to his chair and sits down judicially].

PICKERING. I think you ought to know, Doolittle, that Mr. Higgins's intentions are entirely honorable.

DOOLITTLE. Course they are, Governor. If I thought they wasnt, Id ask fifty.

HIGGINS [revolted] Do you mean to say, you callous rascal, that you would sell your daughter for £50?

DOOLITTLE. Not in a general way I wouldnt; but to oblige a gentleman like you I'd do do a good deal, I do assure you.

PICKERING. Have you no morals, man?

DOOLITTLE [unabashed] Cant afford them, Governor. Neither could you if you was as poor as me. Not that I mean any harm, you know. But if Liza is going to have a bit out of this, why not me too?

HIGGINS [troubled] I dont know what to do, Pickering. There can be no question that as a matter of morals it's a positive crime to give this chap a farthing. And yet I feel a sort of rough justice in his claim.

DOOLITTLE, Thats it, Governor. Thats all I say. A father's heart, as it were.

PICKERING. Well, I know the feeling; but really it seems hardly right—

DOOLITTLE. Dont say that, Governor. Dont look at it that way. What am I, Governors both? I ask you, what am I? I'm one of the undeserving poor: thats what I am. Think of what that means to a man. It means that hes up agen middle class morality all the time. If theres anything going, and I put in for a bit of it, it's always the same story: "Youre undeserving; so you cant have it." But my needs is as great as the most deserving widow's that ever got money out of six different charities in one week for the death of the same husband. I dont need less than a deserving man: I need more. I dont eat less hearty than him; and I drink a lot more. I want a bit of amusement, cause I'm a thinking man. I want cheerfulness and a song and a band when I feel low. Well, they charge me just the same for everything as they charge the deserving. What is middle class morality? Just an excuse for never giving me anything. Therefore, I ask you, as two gentlemen, not to play that game on me. I'm playing straight with you. I aint pretending to be deserving. I'm undeserving; and I mean to go on being undeserving. I like it; and thats the truth. Will you take advantage of a man's nature to do him out of the price of his own daughter what hes brought up and fed and clothed by the sweat of his brow until shes growed big enough to be interesting to you two gentlemen? Is five pounds unreasonable? I put it to you; and I leave it to you.

HIGGINS [rising, and going over to Pickering] Pickering: if we were to take this man in hand for three months, he could choose between a seat in the Cabinet and a popular pulpit in Wales.

PICKERING. What do you say to that, Doolittle?

DOOLITTLE. Not me, Governor, thank you kindly. Ive heard all the preachers and all the prime ministers—for I'm a thinking man and game for politics or religion or social reform same as all the other amusements—and I tell you it's a dog's life anyway you look at it. Undeserving poverty is my line. Taking one station in society with another, it's—it's—well, it's the only one that has any ginger in it, to my taste.

HIGGINS. I suppose we must give him a fiver.

PICKERING. He'll make a bad use of it, I'm afraid.

DOOLITTLE. Not me, Governor, so help me I wont. Dont you be afraid that I'll save it and spare it and live idle on it. There wont be a penny of it left by Monday: I'll have to go to work same as if I'd never had it. It wont pauperize me, you bet. Just one good spree for myself and the missus, giving pleasure to ourselves and employment to others, and satisfaction to you to think it's not been throwed away. You couldnt spend it better.

HIGGINS [taking out his pocket book and coming between Doolittle and the piano] This is irresistible. Lets give him ten. [He offers two notes to the dustman].

DOOLITTLE. No, Governor. She wouldnt have the heart to spend ten; and perhaps I shouldnt neither. Ten pounds is a lot of money: it makes a man feel prudent like; and then goodbye to happiness. You give me what I ask you, Governor: not a penny more, and not a penny less.

PICKERING. Why dont you marry that missus of yours? I rather draw the line at encouraging that sort of immorality.

DOOLITTLE. Tell her so, Governor: tell her so. I'm willing. It's me that suffers by it. Ive no hold on her. I got to be agreeable to her. I got to give her presents. I got to buy her clothes something sinful. I'm a slave to that woman, Governor, just because I'm not her lawful husband. And she knows it too. Catch her marrying me! Take my advice, Governor: marry Eliza while shes young and dont know no better. If you dont youll be sorry for it after. If you do, she'll be sorry for it after; but better you than her, because youre a man, and shes only a woman and dont know how to be happy anyhow.

HIGGINS. Pickering: if we listen to this man another minute, we shall have no convictions left. [To Doolittle] Five pounds I think you said.

DOOLITTLE. Thank you kindly, Governor.

HIGGINS. Youre sure you wont take ten?

DOOLITTLE. Not now. Another time, Governor.

HIGGINS [handing him a five-pound note] Here you are.

DOOLITTLE. Thank you, Governor. Good morning. [He hurries to the door, anxious to get away with his booty. When he opens it he is confronted with a dainty and exquisitely clean young Japanese lady in a simple blue cotton kimono printed cunningly with small white jasmine blossoms. Mrs. Pearce is with her. He gets out of her way deferentially and apologizes]. Beg pardon, miss.

THE JAPANESE LADY. Garn! Dont you know your own daughter?

DOOLITTLE
HIGGINS
PICKERING
exclaiming simultaneously
Bly me! it's Eliza!
Whats that! This!
By Jove!

LIZA. Dont I look silly?

HIGGINS. Silly?

MRS. PEARCE [at the door] Now, Mr. Higgins, please dont say anything to make the girl conceited about herself.

HIGGINS [conscientiously] Oh! Quite right, Mrs. Pearce. [To Eliza] Yes: damned silly.

MRS. PEARCE. Please, sir.

HIGGINS [correcting himself] I mean extremely silly.

LIZA. I should look all right with my hat on. [She takes up her hat; puts it on; and walks across the room to the fireplace with a fashionable air].

HIGGINS. A new fashion, by George! And it ought to look horrible!

DOOLITTLE [with fatherly pride] Well, I never thought she'd clean up as good looking as that, Governor. Shes a credit to me, aint she?

LIZA. I tell you, it's easy to clean up here. Hot and cold water on tap, just as much as you like, there is. Woolly towels, there is; and a towel horse so hot, it burns your fingers. Soft brushes to scrub yourself, and a wooden bowl of soap smelling like primroses. Now I know why ladies is so clean. Washing's a treat for them. Wish they saw what it is for the like of me!

HIGGINS. I'm glad the bath-room met with your approval.

LIZA. It didnt: not all of it; and I dont care who hears me say it. Mrs. Pearce knows.

HIGGINS. What was wrong, Mrs. Pearce?

MRS. PEARCE [blandly] Oh, nothing, sir. It doesnt matter.

LIZA. I had a good mind to break it. I didnt know which way to look. But I hung a towel over it, I did.

HIGGINS. Over what?

MRS. PEARCE. Over the looking-glass, sir.

HIGGINS. Doolittle: you have brought your daughter up too strictly.

DOOLITTLE. Me! I never brought her up at all, except to give her a lick of a strap now and again. Dont put it on me, Governor. She aint accustomed to it, you see: thats all. But she'll soon pick up your free-and-easy ways.

LIZA. I'm a good girl, I am; and I wont pick up no free and easy ways.

HIGGINS. Eliza: if you say again that youre a good girl, your father shall take you home.

LIZA. Not him. You dont know my father. All he come here for was to touch you for some money to get drunk on.

DOOLITTLE. Well, what else would I want money for? To put into the plate in church, I suppose. [She puts out her tongue at him. He is so incensed by this that Pickering presently finds it necessary to step between them]. Dont you give me none of your lip; and dont let me hear you giving this gentleman any of it neither, or youll hear from me about it. See?

HIGGINS. Have you any further advice to give her before you go, Doolittle? Your blessing, for instance.

DOOLITTLE. No, Governor: I aint such a mug as to put up my children to all I know myself. Hard enough to hold them in without that. If you want Eliza's mind improved, Governor, you do it yourself with a strap. So long, gentlemen. [He turns to go].

HIGGINS [impressively] Stop. Youll come regularly to see your daughter. It's your duty, you know. My brother is a clergyman; and he could help you in your talks with her.

DOOLITTLE [evasively] Certainly. I'll come, Governor. Not just this week, because I have a job at a distance. But later on you may depend on me. Afternoon, gentlemen. Afternoon, maam. [He takes off his hat to Mrs. Pearce, who disdains the salutation and goes out. He winks at Higgins, thinking him probably a fellow-sufferer from Mrs. Pearce's difficult disposition, and follows her].

LIZA. Dont you believe the old liar. He'd as soon you set a bull-dog on him as a clergyman. You wont see him again in a hurry.