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Аудио-запись: Halloween

Четверг, 28 Февраля 2008 г. 22:09 + в цитатник
Файл удален из-за ошибки в конвертации Me Playing..

Новый! Полный! DVD Skate Video! SHV!

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Воскресенье, 03 Февраля 2008 г. 13:50 + в цитатник
Вышел первый полный  DVD с нашим любительским видео!!! В видео снимались: Дмитрий Губарев, Сергей Медведев, Юрий Коптелов, Филипп Холоденко, Артем Алиханов, Ник Уваров...
"All rights reserved. For private use only."
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I'm My Own Grandpa...

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Воскресенье, 20 Января 2008 г. 01:04 + в цитатник
Many, many years ago when I was 23,
I was married to a wider who was pretty as could be.
This wider had a grown-up daughter who had hair of red
My father fell in love with her and soon they two were wed.

This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life
For my daughter was my mother cause she was my father's wife
To complicate the matter even though it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.

My little baby then became a brother-in-law to dad,
And so became my uncle though it made me very sad.
For, if he was my uncle, then that also made him brother
Of the wider's grown-up daughter who, of course, was my step-mother.

My father's wife then had a son who kept them on the run,
And he became my grandchild for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue
Because, although she is my wife, she's my grandmother too.

If my wife is my grandmother, then I'm her grandchild.
And every time I think of it, it nearly drives me wild
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw
As husband of my own grandmother, I'm my own grandpa.

Правда

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Пятница, 04 Января 2008 г. 12:55 + в цитатник
Увидел ЭТО в записях Московского_Чуда
..и подумал...у меня есть кот, и ЭТО правда >>>А нужнали нам реальность?

Прочитал это в нете

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Четверг, 27 Декабря 2007 г. 22:24 + в цитатник
Хочется дурой набитою стать,
Чтоб не уметь ни писать, ни читать,
Чтобы ебацца круглые сутки...
Чтобы смеяться на глупые шутки...
Чтобы переться от розовой шмотки,
Чтобы подруги - одни идиотки,
Чтоб в ридикюле духи и жЫвачка,
Чтоб Петросян смешил до усрачки.
Чтобы компьютер - большой калькулятор,
Чтобы с ашипкай писать "гиниратор",
Чтобы Дом2 - "зашибись передача",
Кучу любовников и побогаче.
Чтобы в наушниках - "Шпильки"
Чтобы трусы - только "Дольче Габана",
Чтоб "кибернетика" - страшное слово,
Чтобы "политика - это не клёво".
В общем, хочу быть набитою дурой,
Брать не умом, а лицом и фигурой,
Всё достигать, раздвигая коленки...
Стать бы такой... И убицца ап стенку

Аудио-запись: Pulp - I Spy

Вторник, 25 Декабря 2007 г. 14:46 + в цитатник
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I spy a boy, I spy a girl.
I spy the worst place in the world,
In the whole wide world.
Oh you didn't do bad,
You made it out,
I'm still stuck here, oh, but I'll get out.
Oh yeah, I'll get out.
Can't you see the giant that walks around you seeing through your petty lives?
Do you think I do these things for real?
I do these things just so I survive.
And you know I will survive.
It may look to the untrained eye,
I'm sitting on my arse all day.
I'm biding time until the day I take you all on.
My Lords and Ladies,
I will prevail,
I cannot fail.
Cos I spy.
Oh I've got your numbers,
taken notes,
I know the ways your minds work;
I've studied.
And your minds are just the same as mine
except that you are clever swines,
you never let your mask slip,
you never admit to it,
you're never hurried.
Oh no no no.
And every night I hone my plan
how I will get my satisfaction,
how I will blow your paradise away away, away.
Cos I spy.
And it's just like in the old days -
I used to compose my own critical notices in my head.
"The crowd gasp at Cocker's masterful control of the bicycle,
skilfully avoiding the dog turd next to the corner shop."
Imagining a blue plaque
above the place I first ever touched a girl's chest.
But hold on, you've got to wait for the best.
You see you should take me seriously.
Very seriously indeed.
Cause I've been sleeping with your wife for the past sixteen weeks,
smoking your cigarettes, drinking your brandy,
messing up the bed that you chose together.
And in all that time I just wanted you to come home unexpectedly one afternoon,
and catch us at it in the front room.
You see I spy for a living,
and I specialize in revenge,
on taking the things I know will cause you pain.
I can't help it, I was dragged up.
My favorite parks are car parks,
grass is something you smoke,
birds are something you shag.
Take your "Year in Provence"
and shove it up your arse.
Your Ladbroke Grove looks turn me on, yeah.
With roach burns in designer dresses,
skin stretched tight over high cheek-bones,
and thousands of tiny dryness lines beating a path to the corners of your eyes.
And every night I hatch my plan,
it's not a case of woman vs man.
It's more a case of haves against haven'ts.
And I just happen to have got what you need,
just exactly what you need yeah.
La la la la la la la la la la,
in the midnight hour.
La la la la la la la la la la,
I will come to you,
I will come to you,
I will take you from this sickness,
dinner parties and champagne,
I'll hold your body and make it sing again.
Come on - sing again,
let's sing again, oh yeah,
Cos I spy,
yes,
I spy.
I spy a boy,
and I spy a girl.
I spy the chance,
to change the world,
to change your world.

This is what happened when she was alive...

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Воскресенье, 23 Декабря 2007 г. 01:48 + в цитатник
 Her dad was a drunk
 Her mom was an addict
 Her parents kept her
 Locked in an attic


 Her only friend
 was a little toy bear
 It was old and worn out
 And had patches of hair


 She always talked to it
 When no one's around
 She lays there and hugs it
 Not a peep of sound


 Until her parents
 unlock the door
 Some more and more pain
 She'll have to endore


 A bruise on her leg
 A scar on her face
 Why would she be
 In such a horrible place?


 But she grabs her bear
 And softly crys
 She loves her parents
 But they want her to die


 She sits in the corner
 Quiet but thinking,
 "Please God, why is
 My life always sinking? "


 Such a bad life
 For a sad little kid
 She'd get beaten and beaten
 For anything she did


 Then one night
 Her mom came home high
 And the poor child was beaten
 As hours went by


 Then her mom suddenly
 Grabbed for a blade
 It was sharp and pointy
 One that she made


 She thrusted the blade
 Right in her chest,
 "You deserve to die
 You worthless pest!"


 The mom walked out
 Leaving the girl slowly dieing
 She grabbed her bear
 And again started crying


 Police showed up
 At the small little house
 Then quickly barged in
 Everything quiet as a mouse


 One officer slowly
 Opened a door
 To find the little girl
 Lieing on the floor


 It must have been bad
 To go through so much harm
 But at least she died
 With her best friend in her arms

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Воскресенье, 11 Ноября 2007 г. 20:41 + в цитатник
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