Post-rock

[Moz]

Dog-flute.

[los hermanos de boer]

Don't be singermornings

[Guilen]

Smashguitars

[Dan Hoerner]

astraylickers

[Moz]

You're a cod.

[Rumsas]

bageater

[Moz]

@Rumsas:3boebkgx:

bageater

jajajja, GRANDE!

[watusi]

(Dedicado a Hempror, que además le gusta el pos-ró)

Will the French-man pay all the wine he drunked.

[Guilen]

pillowbiter

[ForSilence]

flip-flopMouth

[K.Nomi]

soakpanties

[Dan Hoerner]

lightposthugger

[Maurici]

Don't do the peach!!!

[Madam Green.]

@Suarezmanlanz:1vcg0m98:

Two tits pull better than two ox carts

@Dan:

it is not the same two cups of tea than two great tits

@Dan:

este último me ha puesto cachondo incluso.

…What we have to see,the mother who gave birth to you...what a big piece of a green-oldman you both are made of !!!

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...To Pamplona we have to go,with a longsock and a shortsock

...Barcelona is good if the bag sounds ...

...Take chesnut !!!!!

...and don't you dare to touch me the peppers or I'll call my Zumosol cousin

[Zackchill]

Albacete, shit and leave.

[30segundossobreTokyo]

I still remember the piano
Playing the same old melodies
The late-night crowd
Was wild and loud
But then a shot
Outside the bar-room.

And then I saw you for the first time
The way you stepped out of the dark
Up to the bar
Said: Here we are
Whiskey for me,
For you Tequila

The devil send you to Lorado
Because he knew that I was there
A man with such a face
In such a lonesome place
Can only be a desperado

The devil send you to Lorado
Because he knew that I was there
And when I heard you'd stay
I felt right away
Youd shake my life
Like a tornado

I still remember the piano
Playing a different melody
You won at cards
You won at darts
Left all the men without a dollar

And now you gotta leave Lorado
They want you out of here by noon
Oh, I can tell
Im in a spell
So here we go to Amarillo..

[Madam Green.]

…eyeshadow here,eyeshadow there,
MAKE UP YOURSELF ! MAKE UP YOURSELF !

[Ashes of the colours]

Your pot is gone.

[Guilen]

Smarter than hunger

Dumber than Pichote

Being a cousin

Uglier than Picio

[Thurman]

@Ashes:

Your pot is gone.

"And theirfar away!" thought Alice.