Cadillac Club Estonia

...krt olen siin netis istumisest tüdinud juba ja nagu ei leia nagu omale uut caddy´t ka ja....
ühesõnaga, kuulsin sellist juttu, pidi olema tõsilugu - pidas auto kinni ühe kena naisterahva juures, aken avanes ja mees autost küsis, et mida on neiu nõus tegema 1000.- eeki eest ja neiu olla vastanud, et ükskõik mida. Seepeale meesterahvas öelnud, et istu siis peale, hakkad palkmaju kokku laduma....

...Kallid klubilised ja foorumlased, igavuse peletamiseks palun siia lisada huumorit!

Vanarahva tarkus: Hunt söögu end või lõhki - karu M on ikka suurem

Kõigile Eldorado fännidele

uu rsk see viimane tabas hella kohta :roll:


aga igavuse peletamiske see ka hea: http://www.auto24.ee/foorum/foorum.php? ... 13&start=0

Vöin selle "Eldorado" sinepi kohta veel öelda,et Rootsi ühe suure toidupoodide keti oma kaubamärk on ka Eldorado.Niiet praktiliselt köiki toidukaupu on vöimalik saad Eldo omasid.

rekka-fleet-rekka

suht hästi säilinud sellise matsu kohta. Hea teada :suspect

Martini varasalvest:

spermatosoid alustab oma elukäiku ja tõelise peep vainu stiilis edukultuse kummardajana sisendab endale pidevalt, et mina olengi see sell, kes munaraku viljastab. nii päevast päeva. saabub kauaoodatud moment, ning paneb tegelane koos teiste omasugustega liduma. rebib end eest lahti ja saab edumaast järjest innustust: "mina teen selle asja ära-mina teen selle asja ära-mina teen selle asja ära-tere kaaries...."

kogu selle lusti peale küsib jutustaja ema: mis see kaaries seal persses tegi?

Edit: miski ime läbi sai asi omaette teemaks vormitud, juhul kui nii ei sobi, palume Ainil lahkesti asi tapva igavuse alla liigitada või siis hoopistükkis kustutada (ennast ajas igatahes koledal kombel naerma)

Korralik seakeeramine - lausa rõõm oli lugeda. Sedapuhku sai sellega hakkama üks mikimaa caddyfoorumi taat.

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know. Take it out on someone you don't know.
I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone call I'd forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying "Hello."
I politely said, "This is Chris Could I please speak with Robyn Carter?"
Suddenly a manic voice yelled out in my ear "Get the right f***ing number!" and he slammed down the phone. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. When I tracked down Robyn's correct number to call her, I found that I had accidentally transposed the last two digits.
After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're a shit head!" and hung up. I wrote his number down with the word 'shit head' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're a shit head!" When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my therapeutic 'shit head' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the telephone company. I'm calling to see if you're familiar with our Caller ID Program?"
He yelled "NO!" and slammed down the phone. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're a shit head!" and hung up.
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot. Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and stole the spot I had patiently waited for. I honked the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for that spot - he just gave me the finger!

However, he had a For Sale on his side windows, with his phone number! I wrote it down.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first shit head (I had his number on speed dial,) I thought that I'd better call the BMW shit head, too.
I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
He said, "Yes, it is."
I asked, "Can you tell me where I can see it?"
He said, "Yes, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax . It's a yellow rambler, and the car's parked right out in front."

So I asked, "What's your name?"
He said, "My name is Don Hansen."
I asked, "When's a good time to catch you, Don ?"
He said, "I'm home every evening after five."
I said, "Listen, Don , can I tell you something?"
He said, "Yes?"
I said, " Don, you're a shit head!"
Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too. Now, when I had a problem: I had two shit heads to call.
Then I came up with an idea. I called shit head #1.
He said, "Hello."
I said, "You're an shit head!" (But I didn't hang up.)
He asked, "Are you still there?"
I said, "Yeah."
He screamed, "Stop calling me."
I said, "Make me."
He asked, "Who are you?"
I said, "My name is Don Hansen."
He said, "Yeah? Where do you live?"
I said, "Shit head, I live at 34 Oaktree Blvd , in Fairfax, a yellow rambler. I have a black Beamer parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, shit head," and hung up.
Then I called shit head #2.
He said, "Hello?"
I said, "Hello, shit head."
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are..."
I said, "You'll what?"
He said, "I'll kick your ass."
I answered, "Well, shit head, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 34 Oaktree Blvd, in Fairfax , and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going down in Oaktree Blvd in Fairfax .
I quickly got into my car and headed over to Fairfax . I got there just in time to watch two shit heads beating the crap out of each other in front of six cop cars, an overhead news helicopter, and surrounded by a news crew.
NOW I feel much better.
Anger management really does work.

haigeee......

Omast arust tean päris palju Cadillacide kohta aga võta näpust - kõike pole võimalik teada

Kes siin kiitis, et FWB on suur auto?



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ain wrote:Martini varasalvest:

spermatosoid alustab oma elukäiku ja tõelise peep vainu stiilis edukultuse kummardajana sisendab endale pidevalt, et mina olengi see sell, kes munaraku viljastab. nii päevast päeva. saabub kauaoodatud moment, ning paneb tegelane koos teiste omasugustega liduma. rebib end eest lahti ja saab edumaast järjest innustust: "mina teen selle asja ära-mina teen selle asja ära-mina teen selle asja ära-tere kaaries...."

kogu selle lusti peale küsib jutustaja ema: mis see kaaries seal persses tegi?

Kui lugu läbi ütles üks väga haritud naisterahvas: Issver kui haige! Andrei kas sa said aru? See naisterahvas rahulds end hambaharjaga persest.

tundub, et Pandora laegas on avatud igatahes on see alguse saanud Jõgevalt ja oh seda nalja, kui täiendatud versioon kord algsete peategelasteni jõuab