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There was this English butler out in India. One day, he goes in the dining room and what does he see under the table ? A tiger. Not turning a hair, he goes straight to the drawing room. "Hum, hum. Excuse me, my lord," and whispering, so as not to upset the ladies : "I'm very sorry my lord. There appears to be a tiger in the dining room. Perhaps his Lordship will permit use of the twelve bores ?" They go on drinking their tea. And then, there's three gunshots. Well, they don't think nothing of it, this being out in India where they're used to anything. When the butler is back to refresh the teapots, he says, cool as a cucumber : "Dinner will be served at the usual time, my lord. And I am pleased to say there will be no discernible traces left of the recent occurence by that time." There will be no discernible traces of the recent occurrence by that time!

here i go again

goin' down the only road I've ever known
( are you wild and willin', or is it just for show?)

just labeled mentally deranged

the less I have, the more I gain.

welcome to where time stands still

radna 2014:and if home is where the heart is I'll just keep going 
until I disappear

buy me with a coffee

there I was on a july morning I was looking for love with the strength of a new day dawning and the beautiful sun...

destul ca simt - tot tie-ti multumesc.

vreau sa cred ca nu voi ajunge niciodata Omul Nou: fără religie, fără patrie, fără familie, fără opinie, fără inhibiții, fără prejudecăți.

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