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08-13-2004, 12:18 AM
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Ai muốn en mít , nhãn , xoài , măng cụt chôm chôm , mãng cầu vải , liên lạc langtu nè chỉ trong US thui nha còn ỏ VN thì đừng núi á :P :)
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08-13-2004, 12:57 AM
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Có ngay có ngay nè ...ngồi chình ìn nè ... langtu oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii mít, chôm chôm, mãng cầu ......... mang lại cho sanj ăn aaawwwwwwwwwww :P
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Toi tra cho anh niem thuong noi nho Toi tra cho anh mong dep ngay xua Toi tra cho anh tam hon ngay` cu Trai? lai nhung gi` con xot lai trong tim
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#43
08-18-2004, 01:44 AM
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08-18-2004, 04:59 AM
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08-20-2004, 12:56 PM
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#46
08-20-2004, 01:31 PM
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Anh LangTu oiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, em muon an sau rieng :P
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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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08-20-2004, 01:37 PM
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#48
08-20-2004, 02:10 PM
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chiu lien a, anh ngoi lot vo cho em an hen :D
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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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#50
08-20-2004, 08:59 PM
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nhu vay khong phai tot sao ne, em an xong roi ddua hot cho anh ddem ddi trong, khoan 3-4 nam sau la co trai cho anh tha ho muh an rui :P :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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