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(m3oc0n @ Jan 17 2006, 01:06 AM) [snapback]93083[/snapback] Trích:
Meo co ai benh chua vay? Hong co ai nhu Khang benh meo a? Ma TMN noi vay thoi nhung chac ko den noi ma.
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Đừng khóc khi mặt trời lặn vào giờ tàn của một ngày.
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(memory @ Jan 17 2006, 02:28 PM) [snapback]93086[/snapback] Trích:
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ko bênh vợ thì bênh ai nữa :D :D
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(khang @ Jan 26 2006, 05:08 PM) [snapback]93480[/snapback] Trích:
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QUOTE(m3oc0n @ Jan 17 2006, 08:06 AM) [snapback]93083[/snapback] Trích:
QUOTE(memory @ Jan 17 2006, 08:28 AM) [snapback]93086[/snapback] Trích:
(noi truoc la chi gion choi thoi nha, meo khg đuoc gian) :lol: :lol: :lol:
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Donna Donna On a wagon, bound for market, There’s a calf with a mournful eye . High above him, there’s a swallow, Winging swiftly through the sky ... Stop complaining, said the farmer, Who told you a calf to be ? Why don’t you have wings to fly with, Like the swallow so proud and free ... Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, Never knowing the reason why . But whoever treasures freedom, Like the swallow has learned to fly ... How the winds are laughing, They laugh with all their might . Laugh and laugh the whole day through, And half the summer’s night ... Donna, Donna, Donna, Don - na. Donna, Donna, Donna, Don ... |
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(TieuMaNu @ Jan 31 2006, 11:22 AM) [snapback]93625[/snapback] Trích:
Đừng sợ Meo ạh , 2 Meo chụm lại ... nên gì hở cưng?? B) Ủa mà đang nói chuyeenj chi zdị ??? |
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(quach_can_iu @ Feb 2 2006, 09:20 AM) [snapback]93647[/snapback] Trích:
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QUOTE(m3oc0n @ Feb 4 2006, 05:23 AM) [snapback]93689[/snapback] Trích:
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Donna Donna On a wagon, bound for market, There’s a calf with a mournful eye . High above him, there’s a swallow, Winging swiftly through the sky ... Stop complaining, said the farmer, Who told you a calf to be ? Why don’t you have wings to fly with, Like the swallow so proud and free ... Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, Never knowing the reason why . But whoever treasures freedom, Like the swallow has learned to fly ... How the winds are laughing, They laugh with all their might . Laugh and laugh the whole day through, And half the summer’s night ... Donna, Donna, Donna, Don - na. Donna, Donna, Donna, Don ... |
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sao em biết hay dzậy TMN, Quách để ý mèo lâu rùi đó
Gửi Quách : Cảm ơn về chuyện cành đào ngày Tết, Khang xin lỗi vì ko gửi mail trả lời . :)
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:o hùi nèo dzị choy seo hũm nói sớm, làm méc cỡ mún chít :wub:
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