Offtopic topic #61 - Juich voor Nederland Editie!

Jelleh schreef:

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Lennard schreef:

tering zo hard gelachen hierom

Twenty five years. Twenty five years, and I never killed a single person until a few months ago. Now Im on death row for multiple charges: manslaughter, murder, negligence.
After the first, I thought it was over. I thought nothing of the fact that the Sheriff warned me I would be sentenced to death if it happened two more times. An odd law, to be sure; I just never thought it would end up applying to me. After all, I had been conducting trains for a quarter of a century before I ever accidentally hit someone! I figured the odds were in my favor.
Alas! I was wrong. Here the Warden comes now to ask me what my last meal will be.
"Steak, mashed potatoes, and corn," I told him. And I ate it happily. It was the first time I felt happiness for a while, but the feeling was fleeting. Within the hour, I was marching down the hall toward the chair.
Theyre strapping me in, my skin retreats from the cold metal.
"Any last words?" inquired the Warden.
To my shame, I couldnt think of any.
My head shook.
The switch flipped.
Nothing.
Silence -- then I opened my eyes.
"What the Devil?" spake the Warden.
Murmurs echoed throughout the room as they unstrapped me. After a moment of discussion in the other room, the Warden approached me.
"Listen, weve made a decision. Since youre in here on a technicality, if this happens again, well let you go. After all, its only fair. You never meant to kill those people, right?"
"Right," I assured him, still in shock.
The next day, I was contacted around supper time. They wanted to know what my next meal would be.
"Steak, mashed potatoes, and corn."
The Warden seemed suspicious of this. The same meal? Maybe thats why I hadnt died, he assumed. Something in the food. He took the precaution of preparing the whole meal himself, and personally delivered it to my cell.
My plate is clean, now I must once more march down the hall.
Seated, strapped, switched...
Nothing.
"Ill be damned!" the Warden exclaimed. He paced around the room as they removed my restraints.
"Well, a deals a deal. Im willing to let you go, but on one condition: How did you do it? Tell me." The Warden was standing before me now.
I thought for a moment before speaking: "I dont know, Warden. I guess Im just not a very good conductor."

toevoeging op 29 juni 2014, 23:32:11:

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Sevvlor schreef:

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Shahiem schreef:

Waarom update mijn banner niet meer

Ik heb zon idee dat last.fm weer aan het derpen is.

HERPADERP

Shahiem schreef:

Waarom update mijn banner niet meer

Raaoul schreef:

Hebben jullie vanochtend die fail gezien van Dionne Stax @ NOS journaal Kijkt ze tot tweemaal toe in de verkeerde camera.

Thom schreef:

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Shahiem schreef:

Waarom update mijn banner niet meer

Dat is simpel, je scrobblet niks meer.
ik scrobble, jij scrobblet, wij scrobblen

toevoeging op 30 juni 2014, 10:30:06:

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Raaoul schreef:

Hebben jullie vanochtend die fail gezien van Dionne Stax @ NOS journaal Kijkt ze tot tweemaal toe in de verkeerde camera.

Moet je eens naar RTL Nieuws kijken, elke keer als ik daar naar kijk gaat het fout

Raaoul schreef:

Hebben jullie vanochtend die fail gezien van Dionne Stax @ NOS journaal Kijkt ze tot tweemaal toe in de verkeerde camera.

Raaoul schreef:

Wel veel downtime de laatste tijd

Raaoul schreef:

Wel veel downtime de laatste tijd

Jelleh schreef:

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Lennard schreef:

tering zo hard gelachen hierom

Twenty five years. Twenty five years, and I never killed a single person until a few months ago. Now Im on death row for multiple charges: manslaughter, murder, negligence.
After the first, I thought it was over. I thought nothing of the fact that the Sheriff warned me I would be sentenced to death if it happened two more times. An odd law, to be sure; I just never thought it would end up applying to me. After all, I had been conducting trains for a quarter of a century before I ever accidentally hit someone! I figured the odds were in my favor.
Alas! I was wrong. Here the Warden comes now to ask me what my last meal will be.
"Steak, mashed potatoes, and corn," I told him. And I ate it happily. It was the first time I felt happiness for a while, but the feeling was fleeting. Within the hour, I was marching down the hall toward the chair.
Theyre strapping me in, my skin retreats from the cold metal.
"Any last words?" inquired the Warden.
To my shame, I couldnt think of any.
My head shook.
The switch flipped.
Nothing.
Silence -- then I opened my eyes.
"What the Devil?" spake the Warden.
Murmurs echoed throughout the room as they unstrapped me. After a moment of discussion in the other room, the Warden approached me.
"Listen, weve made a decision. Since youre in here on a technicality, if this happens again, well let you go. After all, its only fair. You never meant to kill those people, right?"
"Right," I assured him, still in shock.
The next day, I was contacted around supper time. They wanted to know what my next meal would be.
"Steak, mashed potatoes, and corn."
The Warden seemed suspicious of this. The same meal? Maybe thats why I hadnt died, he assumed. Something in the food. He took the precaution of preparing the whole meal himself, and personally delivered it to my cell.
My plate is clean, now I must once more march down the hall.
Seated, strapped, switched...
Nothing.
"Ill be damned!" the Warden exclaimed. He paced around the room as they removed my restraints.
"Well, a deals a deal. Im willing to let you go, but on one condition: How did you do it? Tell me." The Warden was standing before me now.
I thought for a moment before speaking: "I dont know, Warden. I guess Im just not a very good conductor."

Is dat echt gebeurd 0_o nee toch?

Robbert schreef:

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Raaoul schreef:

Wel veel downtime de laatste tijd

Vertel dat eens tegen de kinders die dat leuk vinden om te veroorzaken, dan kunnen zij even klaarkomen en One2xs weer snel zijn

Sjoerd schreef:

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Jelleh schreef:

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Lennard schreef:

tering zo hard gelachen hierom

Twenty five years. Twenty five years, and I never killed a single person until a few months ago. Now Im on death row for multiple charges: manslaughter, murder, negligence.
After the first, I thought it was over. I thought nothing of the fact that the Sheriff warned me I would be sentenced to death if it happened two more times. An odd law, to be sure; I just never thought it would end up applying to me. After all, I had been conducting trains for a quarter of a century before I ever accidentally hit someone! I figured the odds were in my favor.
Alas! I was wrong. Here the Warden comes now to ask me what my last meal will be.
"Steak, mashed potatoes, and corn," I told him. And I ate it happily. It was the first time I felt happiness for a while, but the feeling was fleeting. Within the hour, I was marching down the hall toward the chair.
Theyre strapping me in, my skin retreats from the cold metal.
"Any last words?" inquired the Warden.
To my shame, I couldnt think of any.
My head shook.
The switch flipped.
Nothing.
Silence -- then I opened my eyes.
"What the Devil?" spake the Warden.
Murmurs echoed throughout the room as they unstrapped me. After a moment of discussion in the other room, the Warden approached me.
"Listen, weve made a decision. Since youre in here on a technicality, if this happens again, well let you go. After all, its only fair. You never meant to kill those people, right?"
"Right," I assured him, still in shock.
The next day, I was contacted around supper time. They wanted to know what my next meal would be.
"Steak, mashed potatoes, and corn."
The Warden seemed suspicious of this. The same meal? Maybe thats why I hadnt died, he assumed. Something in the food. He took the precaution of preparing the whole meal himself, and personally delivered it to my cell.
My plate is clean, now I must once more march down the hall.
Seated, strapped, switched...
Nothing.
"Ill be damned!" the Warden exclaimed. He paced around the room as they removed my restraints.
"Well, a deals a deal. Im willing to let you go, but on one condition: How did you do it? Tell me." The Warden was standing before me now.
I thought for a moment before speaking: "I dont know, Warden. I guess Im just not a very good conductor."

Is dat echt gebeurd 0_o nee toch?

Ja man

Raaoul schreef:

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Robbert schreef:

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Raaoul schreef:

Wel veel downtime de laatste tijd

Vertel dat eens tegen de kinders die dat leuk vinden om te veroorzaken, dan kunnen zij even klaarkomen en One2xs weer snel zijn

Is het door een DDOS dan?

Dylanh schreef:

Waarom doen ze dat dan, omdat iemand verbanneh is ifzo?