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Ovo je cura koju ja jako jako vooolim

Bijela ili crna? Nebitno...da me netko hoće ošišat, ispojebat i napravit budalu od mene...to da.

Thing is, idem u nedjelju prvi put u 3 godine na moru. Onako prvi put imam vise od 4 dana u komadu (racunajuci 2 od vikenda) da ne radim. Juhu...prvi jebeni put...e pa stoga sam odlučio ici na more. I to sa curom s kojom nemogu biti više od 4 sata na istom mjestu da se ne pokoljemo i pomirimo 3 puta.

Nego što..odo ja sinoć s njom do autobusnog po karte za bus jer idemo busom dole nažalost, tako da sam bez mog milog bicikla. No whatever pogledam na netu karta je u jednom smjeru 140kn...dakle 2 karte, 2 smjera 280kn puta dva, 560 - nekih 20% popusta za povratnu. Uzeli dakle svaki po 500kn i idemo mi po karte i jos neke sitnice.

Dobar dab dobar dan, dvije povratne karte do Pakoštana (tu bezim na more) tad i tad, uiz popust za studente ako postoji, ne postoji ok...i bubne lik ni manje ni više nego 841 fucking kunu. Niš, dam ja njemu lovu, on meni karte a na karti piše cijena 228kn. Matematika - 228 puta dva je 456kn...di je razlika do 841? Samo malo...objasnio sam mu vrlo uljudno matematiku osnovne škole i vrati mi 400kn skoro više kusura. Eto kako si je fino mogao poduplati dnevnicu...al zamalo.

A sad mi objasnite jednu drugu stvar, štoviše imam pitanje za sve blogere pa ako bi mi mogli odgovoriti. Pitanje je:
Zašto jedne najobičnije kupace gace, čak i u nekom šitnom clothes dućanu za mase tipa urban republik ili drugi šoping centar gdje uvoze kontejnere šitne robe iz kine i prodaju, koštaju preko 250kn??? Ono kupaće normalne muške, ne one pederske uz tijelo ili samo gaće iz 80-ih...najnormalniji shorts za kupanje.

Zaista mrzim kada doslovce preko noci netko odluči da do sada nije dosta zaradjivao i vrijeme je da za isti proizvodi koji proizvode isti ljudi istom tehnikom proizvodnje sa istim troskovima proiizvodnje istom cijenom sirovina i istim plaćama košta više danas nego jučer.

Ja to ne govorim za sitnice, nego naprimjer, dolazim ujutro u dućan pokraj firme gdje svako jutro kupujem isti artikl, ako ne sebi onda šefu. Jutros imam hlace u kojima ne drzim lovu nego je u pederusi, ali nakupim kovanica po firmi i po autu da ne vadim pederusu iz torbe. Dodjem u ducan i vidim da taj isti proizvod košta ni manje ni više nego jebenih 20% više. Tko tu koga jebe? Zar je meni plaća narasla 20%? Nije, štoviše politika firme je da nema povišica nego je oš neš bangladeš. Tako da ja radim svaki dan jebena dva posla da bi si mogao zaraditi za neku upravu koja je lošom proizvodnom politikom i očito predobrom statusu na trzistu odlučila malo napuniti blagaju.

Jebem im mater nesposobnu. Da je bar neki neesencijalni proizvod za život tipa vrećice za usisavač...ono kome treba nek plati malo više...ali ne...ovdje se radi o prehrambenom artiklu. Zar je pšenica skočila 20% od 31.07. do 1.8.??? Zar je prozvodni proces poskupio? I zar su radnici dobili 20% vece place? Znam što hoće...na kraju poslovne godine uprava ce jako zgodno prikazati povećanu dobit i podijeliti si bonuse za "veliki posao" koji su napravili.

Samo vi glasajte za hdz...ignorani...kjako smo mi glup narod to je strasno.

U vezi mora dole sam odgovorio u komentarima...

najavljujem post: ja sam ovca, striži me koji ce biti objavljen sutra u isto ovo vrijeme

First, For The Guys:

1. Stop ogling the girls. It is human nature to look at beautiful things, and the more beautiful they are, the more you want to look. But come on - show some respect. Get a look, go back to whatever it is you were doing.

2. Stop ogling the girls. Seriously. Stop. I know you're a beast and have only six braincells, every one of them tasked with thinking about boobie. But for chrissake, have some decency, you jarhead. You're making them uncomfortable.

3. Stop ogling the girls. Yes, it's THAT bad a problem that I have to say it again.

4. Flex in the mirror at home. Sure, you need the mirror to watch your performance as you lift. And yeah, it's really cool to see yourself as you are all pumped and stuff... but must you do a full pose-down in the presence of everyone there?

5. If you sweat a lot, carry a towel. Wipe down the equipment you use. It's just respectful. No one wants to lay in your salty perspiration - if we did, we'd just walk up to you, turn around, and rub our backs on you like a bear would a tree.

6. If you cannot bench 315 lbs, don't get your buddy to sit there and "spot" you while the ladies pass by just so you can rattle the plates. Really, this one isn't too huge a deal - you want to damage yourself, fine by me - you're an idiot and deserve the pain. It's just frustrating to sit there and watch you trying to showboat for a crowd what doesn't give a shit.

7. Unless your name is Lee Haney, Arnold Schwarzenegger or Joe Weider, don't give unsolicited lifting advice - Unless you see someone who's risking SERIOUSLY hurting themselves. And even then, be polite about it.

8. Just because she's female does NOT mean she needs or wants you to spot her. Leave her alone and go back to your machine.

9. Wear a goddamned shirt, you prima donna. To clarify: Shirts consist of a torso and sleeves. If you've cut off half the torso to show your abs, you've failed at rule 14. Same if you've cut off the sleeves. And if you've EVER spent money on a spaghetti-thin single strip of cloth that goes over each shoulder and meets a 2" wide peice of fabric around your waist, you're a disgrace to humanity and should IMMEDIATELY proceed to the vascectomy clinic to save the human race from your spawn.

10. SHUT UP. No one cares what you bench, used to bench, will be benching, etc. and so forth. Write it in a journal at the gym, and if you really need to talk about it, read it aloud to yourself when you get home.

11. Grunting is understandable and ok - yelling is not. Quit trying to draw attention to your Herculaean efforts by screaming like a banshee.

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So, For the Girls:

1. QUIT ENCOURAGING THE GUYS. Christ... this is the GYM. It's not a single's bar, quit treating it like one. I'm ESPECIALLY talking to those of you who laugh and flirt and flip your hair all over the place and blatantly poke your ass out when there's a guy present, and then get all pissy and angry when his eyes become glued to it. Wonder why the guys break rules # 1-3 in their list, making you feel so gosh darned uncomfortable? It's in part because you broke this rule. And while I'm at it,

2. NO MAKEUP. you come here specifically to get sweaty, and the last I checked, Mabellyene has not a single product geared toward gym use.

3. Closed-toed shoes only, please. I know you're a girl, and as such, you're not supposed to stink, but your toes sweat just like mine do.

4. Wear appropriately fitting workout clothing. Before you leave the house / locker room, look in the mirror again. and again. Ask your friends. Ask them again. It's one thing to wear close-fitting workout-specific clothing and spandex. Its another thing entirely to wear those clothes one size too small because you think they tighten your flab and make you look like J-Lo from the back. THey don't - if your ass and legs looks like a chewed wad of bubblegum out of spandex, they look that way IN spandex.

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And then, there are a few things that really apply to everyone in general.

For everyone:
1. Passing wind is a natural occurance, especially if you are exerting yourself. If someone lets one or 2 fly, or burps a little while running, just grow up and let it slide. That said, don't go farting all over the place. If you ate something last night that didn't agree with you and your intestines are blowing like the foghorn of an icecutter, STAY HOME AND RUN AROUND THE BLOCK. If one's coming up and you can at all help it, sneak off to the corner or in the locker room and do it there.

2. DO. NOT. WEAR. COLOGNE. OR. PERFUME. TO. THE. GYM. Just dont.

3. If you take it out put it away. Pick up the dumbells when your done with them. Remove the plates from the bars and put them back on the rack. Hang the jumpropes and weightbelts back on the hooks. Don't be a gym slob - pick up after yourself.

Odo ja malo za vikend umočiti dupe u more i gledati ljude kao se opijaju.

Srdačno vas pozdravlja fino talijansko jelo...

naslov sve govori...totalni se gušt seksat uz nju

enđoj

Dobio sam iz toskane martini od mandarine. Fini lijepo zapakirani...koji sam ostavio u autu.

Otvaranje auta prije 10 minuta...čep odletio i zasladjenja ljepljiva alkoholna tekućina 4dcl prolivena po autu i vec isparila od vruce.

Sve ljepljivo gadno u pm...eto..PM

*ova priča je nastala po istinitom događaju iako je svaka slučajnost sa pravim likovima slučajna kao i Sanaderov posjet Veroni za vrijeme privatizacije Plive*

The day before:
Radni dan 06:00-22:30

This morning:
5:57 zvoni sat majkumujebem
6:05 zvoni mobitel, gasim ga i mislim si "ko ga jebe danas vozim ukucane u grad zubaru, kasnit cu"
6:09 urlik jedne vlajkinje "Ajde dizi se zakasnit ces"
6:09 odgovor "Dobro pusti me"

Kritičan period:
6:09 - 6:25 urlikanje po kući vlajkinje i razmaženog derišta sa temama koje se mogu i mirnim glasom reci riječima poput "OBLACI SE"

Unutar perioda ponavljanje nekih riječi onako kao da se dere sa jednog brežuljka Dinare na drugi:
"Ajde Lazanje diži se"
"Lazanje ajde rekao si da moras krenuti"
"Oblaci se ti derište"
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.
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6:26 brzi doručak koji je pripremljen sinoć i pranje zubi + oblačenje
6:45 "Idem ja po auto"

It is time to rumbleeeeee:

*povišenim tonom* "Kako se to vozis?"
"Kako bi se vozio?"
"To se po ovoj ulici voziš 50?"
"Daj me pusti na miru vidiš da me sve boli umoran sam daj me pusti"
"Pa da kad se vozis 50 a mala je ulica nije ni cudo sto si imao sudar tamo prosle godine i sto si sa motora pao tamo u 8 mjesecu prosle godine, vidim ja kak ti nis ne pazis"
"Daj me ostavi na miru vidis da nisam raspolozen, ne miješaj se... Vidiš da nisam dobro."

Gužva:
"Kako ja mrzim ovu glupu gužvu a sve natsaje samo zato jer ljudi neznaju voziti"
"Daj nemoj tako"
"Pa je ljudi su stoka sitnog zuba i debili"
"Jel moras biti kritican tako"
"Ma sta sam ja kritican kad debil nakon sto prvi krene na semaforu tek pogledom ide traziti mijenjac. Mrzim guzvu i mrzim cekati. Mrzim cekati bilosta. Čekanje ubija više od cigarete. A za čekanje su krivi NESPOSOBNI ljudi."
"Kako si tako neugodan"

Drugi rumble time:
"Skreni tu desno"
"Pa odvest cu vas gore pa cu onda vas tamo ostaviti"
"Ne ne skreni desno"
...minutu kasnije
"Sad skreni lijevo i to je tu"
"Kak da skrenem lijevo u jebeni centar grada, nemozes tu skretati di oces... Zakaj se mijesas? Da smo isli tamo di sam rekao sad bi bila tamo, joj i i koga ja slusam"

7:45 Free at last...

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OVA BLOGERICA

Učim....kurac učim...jebem se sa nekim glupim besmislenim projektom i vježbama koje moram predati da bi dobio ocjenu iz predmeta koji sam vec polozio. A tog ima 10 vjezbi po 30-ak stranica + projekt.

JE BA NJE MA J KE

kad to riješim napit cu se...iako ja ne pijem niti podnosim alkohol...ali da, napit cu se...i to na cajkama...na koje isto nejdem

do petka bi navodno to trebalo biti to...a mozda i odgode do utorka/srijede...