Forza Racing Club

Schimanski76 wrote: Miulla on sama ohjain vieläkin käytössä,mikä poksin mukana silloin tuli eli ikää on noin 2 vuotta.Aika löysä se alkaa olemaan ja vasen tatti on kulunut pahasti,kun forzassa käytän oikealle kääntyessä "skimmyn peukalotekniikkaa" eli tungen peukalon tuonne tatin alle,notta saan mahdollisimman tasaisen käännön.Ymmärsittekö? En minäkään. :) X-nappula on aika löysä myös ja sitä saa painaa ihan miehekkäästi,notta tottelee. Akun latausjohto meni rikki pari viikkoa sitten siivotessa,mutta muuten on ohjain ollut mielestäni varsin kestävä tuote.Uutta en hommaa ennen kuin tuo wanha lopullisesti kosahtaa.

Ei ne asiat vaihtamalla parane..

Balasanaa käytän.

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R.I.P Tommy Tabermann

"Miksei tätä tuu radiosta":http://www.iltalehti.fi/nettitv/?24046806

Indiana Hopo wrote: R.I.P Tommy Tabermann

;(

Indiana Hopo wrote: R.I.P Tommy Tabermann

Ei vittu, liikaa hyvää on tänä vuonna maailmasta lähteny...

Nyt ei voi pottakaan sanoo, että on Taabermanni fiilis, ku ei oo enää Taabermannia :(

olipa muute hyvä tänää ku tulin himaa, tulin siis risteyksee jossa on 2 kaistaa.. no viereisellä kaistalla palo vihree ja siel lipuu hissuksee sellanen uus Bemmi siihen ja pysähtyy just siihen viivalle.. no sit mun kaistalle sytty vihree ja sille punanen ni sit se rupee lippuu siit hissuksee eteenpäin ja menee lopulta siit sen risteyksen läpi :D vähän tuli sellanen "WTF?" olo :D

Buford T. Justice: Nobody, and I mean NOBODY makes Sheriff Buford T. Justice look like a possum's pecker. Junior: Except for that... Buford T. Justice: Shut your ass.

Nyt meni ohi Warjomiehen ja Villemiehen jutut ihan ohi.

"what were dealing with here, is a total disrespect for the law..."

Ville ny puhuu omiaan.. mä katon Konnaa ja koukkua ;)

Buford T. Justice ja sitten on Prodigy - Their law ;)

Takas kotona 3 kk remontin jälkeen, kivaaaaa.

Eeegac wrote: Takas kotona 3 kk remontin jälkeen, kivaaaaa.

Onnea :) it's finally over!

Lauletaan!!!

Lauletaan lissää!!!!

Noh laaletaan sitte: My mother spent 10 years sitting by a window Scared if she spoke she would die of a heart attack She listened as her dreams silently screamed They drowned like little dolphins caught in a fishnet Dear world I'm pleased to meet you Hey everybody when you walk the walk You gotta back it all up you, CAN YOU talk the talk? Hey everybody when I hear the knock Don't wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock Hey everybody when my daddy died He had a sad sad story LIVIN' in his eyes Hey everybody when you walk the walk You cannot measure out your life to the tick of a clock I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum WALK TO THE BEAT OF MY OWN DRUM I WANNA WALK TO THE BEAT OF MY OWN DRUM Hey everybody WHEN you walk the walk, you gotta back it all up But can you talk the talk? Hey everybody WHEN I HEAR THE KNOCK DON'T MEASURE OUT MY LIFE TO THE TICK OF A CLOCK HEY EVERY...HEY EVERYBODY [There's an indecipherable sample over this line.] Can you walk the walk? I wanna walk to the beat of my own drumS (WALK THE...WALK THE...WALK THE...WALK THE...) I wanna walk to the beat of my own drumS (WALK THE...WALK THE...WALK THE...WALK THE...) WALK TO THE BEAT OF MY OWN DRUMS I WANNA WALK TO THE BEAT OF MY OWN DRUMS (WALK THE...WALK THE...WALK THE...WALK THE...) HEY... Walk to the beat of my own drum I wanna live to the beat of my own drum I WANNA LAUGH TO THE BEAT OF MY OWN DRUM I wanna hang ten high, say pleased to meet you Take to the beat of my own drum I WANNA give to the beat of my own drum Fly, cry, win, lose, live, die, take five Pleased to meet you My daddy spent 10 years living on the outside looking in He thought that he would never get back (Hey...get back) Watched his dream walk across a silver screen And he was standing there when the THEATER went pitch black Dear world I'm pleased to meet you Hey everybody when I walk the walk I gotta back it all up, CAN I talk the talk? Hey everybody when I hear the knock Don't wanna measure out my life to the tick of a clock Hey every...HEY EVERY...HEY EVERY...HEY EVERYBODY Can you walk the walk? (WALK!) (WALK!) (WALK!) (CAN YOU WALK THE WALK?!) I wanna walk to the beat of my own drumS (WALK THE...WALK THE...WALK THE...WALK THE...) I wanna walk to the beat of my own drumS (WALK THE...WALK THE...WALK THE...WALK THE...) WALK TO THE BEAT OF MY OWN DRUMS (WALK THE...WALK THE...WALK THE...WALK THE...) I WANNA WALK TO THE BEAT OF MY OWN DRUMS (WALK THE...WALK THE...WALK THE...WALK THE...) HEY... PLAY to the beat of my own drum I wanna SING to the beat of my own drum I wanna play to the beat of my own drum I wanna hang ten high, say pleased to meet you Screw up to the beat of my own drum I wanna take it out of town and do it to my drum Scream shout HIDE OUT WIN LOSE Wipe out SAUNTER DOWN MY STREET Make love to my baby (...TO MY BABY) MAKE LOVE TO MY BABY (...TO MY BABY) (soft) MAKE LOVE... (...TO MY BABY) Father: It's a wonderful idea, but it doesn't work. (Speaking) My own drum my own beat (Speaking) MY OWN DRUM MY OWN...OWN...OWN...OWN... Hey did you ever get the feeling that it's really a joke? You think you've got it figured out and then you find that you don't? So you say goodbye to the world and now you're floating in space? You got no sense of nothing not even a time or a place? Then suddenly you hear it it's the beat of your heart And for the first time in your life you know your life is about to start? (OH YEAH, BRING IT ON.) HEY EVERYBODY HEY EVERYBODY (HEY EVERYBODY WHEN YOU WALK THE WALK) (YOU GOTTA BACK IT ALL...BACK IT ALL...BACK IT ALL...BACK IT ALL UP) (SAY WHA...WHA...WHA...WHA...WHA...WHA...WHA...WHA....WHA...WHAT YOU WANNA) (SAY WHA...WHA...WHA...WHA...WHA...WHA...WHA...WHA....WHA...WHAT YOU WANNA) I wanna walk to the beat of my own drum HEY EVERYBODY HELP EVERYBODY I WANNA WALK TO THE BEAT OF MY OWN DRUM HEY EVERYBODY HELP EVERYBODY I WANNA WALK TO THE BEAT OF MY OWN DRUM Daughter: There's someone knocking in the wall. Another girl: Was it LIKE an echo? ba da pa pa

Niin paljon on aihetta lauluun!!!