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اشترك في: السبت أكتوبر 29, 2005 9:23 pm مشاركات: 1342 مكان: العاصمة المسلحة
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She: I need a flag.
He: For what?
She: For me!
He: No. I meant for what purpose.
She: For the same purpose countries have a flag.
He: And what might that be?
She: To stick it on the moon if they ever get to go up there.
He: (Laughing) And what business do you have going to the moon?
She: The moon comes to me sometimes so I need a flag.
He: If you were to have a flag, what would be on it?
She: The face of a beautiful woman with 20 red snakes for hair.
He: I admit I am freaked.
She: No. Honestly. I would.
He: Why 20?
She: That way she will have a full head of sakes. It's called Volume.
He: (Laughing) and red?
She: I always wanted to be a redhead.
He: Ok so why snakes?
She: Well… I don’t know. Perhaps for resourcefulness.
He: (Laughing) or for past rebellion.
She: (smiling) may be that too.
He: And the woman, what colour for her face?
She: Blue like the reflection of Earth on my heart.
He: Do you like oranges?
She: I hate sweet ones.
He: Right.[/align]
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_________________ ما دام نسي العشرة وبرقش براقيشي برقوش خليتو في برقشتو كان يتبرقش فيها برقوش قت ليهو يا برقوش كيف يهون عليك برقوش قال لي في برقشتو برقشة ما ليها لزوم اتبرقشو الحبان وراجي برقوشي يعود
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