föstudagur, febrúar 20, 2004
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þetta er algjör snild snild snild. og þar af leiðandi stolið af síðunni hennar Iðunnar. takk beibí, ég er hérna froðufellandi af hlátri ;)
These are entries to a Washington Post competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line but ... the least romantic second line:
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
But I only slept with you, because I was pissed.
I thought that I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and
so is your head.
Of loving beauty you float with grace
If only you could hide your face
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not
I want to feel your sweet embrace
But don't take that paper bag off of your face
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming
My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe "go to hell"
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime
þetta er algjör snild snild snild. og þar af leiðandi stolið af síðunni hennar Iðunnar. takk beibí, ég er hérna froðufellandi af hlátri ;)
These are entries to a Washington Post competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line but ... the least romantic second line:
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
But I only slept with you, because I was pissed.
I thought that I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and
so is your head.
Of loving beauty you float with grace
If only you could hide your face
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not
I want to feel your sweet embrace
But don't take that paper bag off of your face
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming
My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe "go to hell"
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime
Five tips for a woman....
1. It is important that a man helps you around the house and has a job.
2. It is important that a man makes you laugh.
3. It is important to find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you.
4. It is important that a man loves you and spoils you.
5. It is important that these four men don't know each other.
1. It is important that a man helps you around the house and has a job.
2. It is important that a man makes you laugh.
3. It is important to find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you.
4. It is important that a man loves you and spoils you.
5. It is important that these four men don't know each other.
Guðný sæta
ég var að tala við hana Guddu beib (ég þori ekki að fallbeygja Guðný, Fjóla verður alltaf svo reið) og haldiði ekki að litla megakrúttið hafi keypt sér digital myndavél! svo að nú getum við boltarnir á bláa landinu fylgst með henni "up close and personal" vegna þess að hún er líka búin að koma sér upp myndasíðu :D svo bara VARÐ ég að skella inn þessari mynd af gellunni. sjáið hvað hún er SÆÆÆÆÆÆT!
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