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mrkva
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« Odgovor #6916 poslato: Jul 09, 2008, 14:57:02 » |
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sam dosho sa sljake, se tripujem sa zvucnicima i odo da radim...
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Sačuvana
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« Odgovor #6917 poslato: Jul 09, 2008, 15:15:12 » |
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You called and so I came To turn the night on So turn the lights off My work is never done It's the story of my life I've been turning the night on You'll never forget me When the morning comes...
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maza0709
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« Odgovor #6921 poslato: Jul 09, 2008, 17:24:29 » |
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Spremam se da krenem od kutje, a mrziiiii meeeeeeeeeeeeee.... -.-
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Rechi lete ..... Napisano ostaje....
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honey_mici Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
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« Odgovor #6922 poslato: Jul 09, 2008, 17:27:43 » |
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Xexe, Ej Mazo pa gde si ti? Nesto te neje bilo... Zzopche Upavo sada me boli glava.... i tripujem se sa drugom....
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Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most. Mark Twain
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maza0709
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« Odgovor #6923 poslato: Jul 09, 2008, 17:31:35 » |
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Eeeeeeej Neje me bilo, al tu sam sada mislili ste da cete me se tako lako osloboditi HugZ&kiSseZ upravo sada nikako da se odvojim od kompa
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Rechi lete ..... Napisano ostaje....
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***sReBrNa*GaLeBiCa***
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« Odgovor #6924 poslato: Jul 09, 2008, 18:32:21 » |
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dodjoh iz NS
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...life is what you make of it...
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Њавица
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« Odgovor #6925 poslato: Jul 09, 2008, 18:34:25 » |
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чекам да ми мама спреми ручак
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***sReBrNa*GaLeBiCa***
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« Odgovor #6926 poslato: Jul 09, 2008, 18:36:11 » |
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...life is what you make of it...
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« Odgovor #6928 poslato: Jul 09, 2008, 19:02:08 » |
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Sam razocarana u sve...
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You called and so I came To turn the night on So turn the lights off My work is never done It's the story of my life I've been turning the night on You'll never forget me When the morning comes...
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« Odgovor #6929 poslato: Jul 09, 2008, 20:21:01 » |
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Odoh da popijem koju s'nogu...
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You called and so I came To turn the night on So turn the lights off My work is never done It's the story of my life I've been turning the night on You'll never forget me When the morning comes...
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