Post hier je favorietje Engelse woord, zin of verhaal.

[Lenny K]

Obnoxious

[de communiceerbeer]

Iron Maiden.

[Mark Almighty]

How jolly can you get?

(Daffy Duck in "Robin Hood Daffy" van Chuck Jones)

Fucktard cockmonkey

[owlbeer]

This is just to say

I've eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

And which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast.

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

William C Williams

[cimbomlu kiz]

shut up

[forumfreakie]

to swap...

[fractuur]

What do you read my Lord? -Words, words, words..

Goed, laat maar. Je moet het in de context zien. Ofzo.

"Life is what happening to you while you busy making other plans" - John Lennon

[forumfreakie]

fractuur schreef op 24-02-2004 @ 15:37:
What do you read my Lord? -Words, words, words..

Goed, laat maar. Je moet het in de context zien. Ofzo.

Ik vind het prachtig hoor

[fractuur]

forumfreakie schreef op 24-02-2004 @ 15:39:
Ik vind het prachtig hoor

dank je

Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one

''Memories don't live like people do, they always remember you, whether things are good or bad it's just the memories'' - Mos Def

''Let's swim to the moon,
Let's climb through the tide
Penetrate the evenin' that the
City sleeps to hide
Let's swim out tonight, love
It's our turn to try
Parked beside the ocean
On our moonlight drive'' - Jim Morisson

''Dreams watching each other narrowly
soft luxuriant cars
Girls in garages, stripped
out to get liquor and clothes
half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer
Jumped, humped, born to suffer
made to undress in the wilderness.'' - Jim Morisson

We are the champions

[tss]

hey mama

Cellar Door

én

"for crying out loud! "

[frozenfountain]

Fabolous en darling ook

[cimbomlu kiz]

What the hell is going on here???

[.Pure]

pathetic

[thethrills.com]

Zitten gave dingen tussen

[beija_flor]

Dumbass..
it's good.. it's GOOD
Fuck it/you/this/that/het maar/ing
ye say wheaaaaaaaaat
n00dle

[FoxyRoxy]

Milk schreef op 24-02-2004 @ 11:30:
flabbergasted

die ja!

Ik vergeet altijd mooie zinnetjes enzo

"I'm so ugly, but that's ok, 'cause so are you" Nirvana

Niet echt origineel, maar het is ook meer de herinnering die erachter zit

want to play footsie?

[Nebula]

Apartheid...

[Saycheese]

Strength (het langste zelfstandig naamwoord in het engels met maar één klinker, jawel!)

Give me my Romeo
And when I shall die
Take him
And cut him out in little stars
Then he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night

[extinction]

"And now for something completely different"

[Kuzco]

Whatever!

bloody

iemand of niemand schreef op 24-02-2004 @ 15:48:
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say that I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one

van jou hou ik!

[Dminor]

Look behind you!

[Trimm Trabb]

extinction schreef op 24-02-2004 @ 18:34:
"And now for something completely different"

Nudge, nudge, know what I mean...

SAY NO MORE!

Milk schreef op 24-02-2004 @ 11:30:
flabbergasted

grr je was me voor

[funkypunk]

President and Mrs. Bush hope that you never have to deal with the tragic heartbreak of a child who masturbates...

Nebula schreef op 24-02-2004 @ 17:26:
Apartheid...

Het is wachten op de Sherlock die opmerkt dat dit geen Engels woord is.

[funkypunk]

Le Socialiste schreef op 24-02-2004 @ 23:04:
Het is wachten op de Sherlock die opmerkt dat dit geen Engels woord is.

founded!!!!

[Jordi]

All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost
The old that is strong does not whither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost

From the ashes a fire shall be woken
A light from the shadows shall spring
Renewed shall be the blade that was broken
The crownless again shal be king

En in songteksten zitten vaak wel mooie stukjes, maar ik weet er nu even geen.

[Heleeeeen]

Quarreling en I beg you're pardon?

[Conquering-Lion]

heb echt iets met het woord

"Pure"

en de combinatie Pure'nTrue..

[owlbeer]

Heleentju! schreef op 25-02-2004 @ 00:29:
Quarreling en I beg you're pardon?

tis I beg your pardon!!

[toemba]

Snowboard.

(en threesixty melon)

funkypunk schreef op 24-02-2004 @ 22:55:
President and Mrs. Bush hope that you never have to deal with the tragic heartbreak of a child who masturbates...

Hi.

owlbeer schreef op 25-02-2004 @ 09:33:
tis I beg your pardon!!

Zo heerlijk als je dat letteelijk in het Nederlands gaat vetalen en dan gebruikt bij een nietsvermoedend persoon...

Ik smeek om je genade

[Sonnebloem]

Ik heb wel iets met shakespearquotes...
maar heb geen zin om iets te gaan zoeken

maar flabbergasted vind ik ook wel geinig woordje

beyond my control

bloep!

funkypunk schreef op 24-02-2004 @ 22:55:
President and Mrs. Bush hope that you never have to deal with the tragic heartbreak of a child who masturbates...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and
flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no
craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown
before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he
hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or
devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or
devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked,
upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my
door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the
floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!

er zittten echt goede woorden hierbij...

[hasseltboy]

MetalliCat schreef op 25-02-2004 @ 13:28:
er zittten echt goede woorden hierbij...

Waar kotm het uit?

[Bavaria]

fuck