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Liz eshte kjo? Filmin s'e besoj se e kam pare.
nje nga te preferuarat e mia
Po, ajo. Filmi is a must see. Titulli?
haha perkthim ongllisht - shqip.Liz eshte kjo? Filmin s'e besoj se e kam pare.
nje nga te preferuarat e mia
Po, ajo. Filmi is a must see. Titulli?
The only game in town?
po cer boni mi gra, gjith diten tu pa filma, a kini kalamoj a skini, a kini burra mshpi a skini, mduket se ja kini hudh ju, un njela gjith diten laj shplaj, tre kalamoj tshpifte, i burr mazllum hesapi, ene smbi me pa film.
mrom kom pa i film me lufte. ene ke pa ti qi nkto filmat me lufte, pa pase icik dashni ene seks, sbo? vallai kaiher po mnxefet gjaku ene kom qef me e kap iher at mazllumin per qafe, po cer tju boj kalamojve se. me vujtje mshkoj jeta, jete e qelbte.
hajt mo, i cun mpelqe fort mu, kur lu ai mu mpriten duret fare. si e ka emrin mer se sme kujtohet........ mu kujtu, e qujne eduart norton. s'osh aq i bukur po mduket gjo e qute, ene mu kto tqutit mshkrijne fare.
digjije, cer ke bo naj gjo t('re? ke hum fare. shushuje, a tka mor molli per mu? (po pertoj vallai me ti qit syte me zemra ktu, po ti i nenkupto).
ngordhsh ti.
Plloqe, shume nga keta qe kane fituar Oscars psh s'i kam pare.... Nuk shof filma dosido. :P
Ai Nortoni yt i ka ca te mira, American History X dhe 25th Hour me vijne ndermend tani. Po eshte cik si femer dreqi.
DiXho- Who is afraid of Virginia Wolf.Zere se e gjete.
Nortoni osh i mir, si shpyrt e kom. ja kalo ene xhud lout t'Pinkut.
ate 25 orshin iher, e ka qa me lot.sa e shpifte ajo portorikonja, ke pa ti? mo shume mpelqe ku plaku i nortonit kno ate kongen nfun tfilmit, damor skocezi ai xhaja, uiski pa hesap.
ene fajt klubi osh i bukur po icik i natarrum per trunin tim, si kap mire un ca gjojna.
uuuuuu desh harrova mi, ene at filmin me mat damon qi lujn poker, ene ai osh klas, sa mpelqe mu aty. ene ajo goca qi lu aty, molly gretchen mduket, mpelqe fort se mco mollin tat, bjonde ene me lekure tbardhe pa njolla fare.
o plloqe nazlije njele tu pa filma me portorikone
ajo aktorja quhet Gretchen Mol. afer je. :--)
Nortoni osh i mir, si shpyrt e kom. ja kalo ene xhud lout t'Pinkut. :P
ate 25 orshin iher, e ka qa me lot.sa e shpifte ajo portorikonja, ke pa ti? mo shume mpelqe ku plaku i nortonit kno ate kongen nfun tfilmit, damor skocezi ai xhaja, uiski pa hesap.
ene fajt klubi osh i bukur po icik i natarrum per trunin tim, si kap mire un ca gjojna.
uuuuuu desh harrova mi, ene at filmin me mat damon qi lujn poker, ene ai osh klas, sa mpelqe mu aty. ene ajo goca qi lu aty, molly gretchen mduket, mpelqe fort se mco mollin tat, bjonde ene me lekure tbardhe pa njolla fare.
(Monty walks into the bathroom. He looks in the mirror. In the bottom corner, someone's written **** You!)
Monty: Yeah, **** you, too.
Monty's Reflection: **** me? **** you! **** you and this whole city and everyone in it.
**** the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
**** squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!
**** the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the **** down!
**** the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.
**** the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?
**** the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!
**** the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!
**** the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Imclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!
**** the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the Puerto Ricans look good.
**** the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
**** the Upper East Side wives with their Hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
**** the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the **** on!
**** the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!
**** the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. **** the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, **** JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!
**** Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!
**** Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.
**** Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass.
**** Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the river. Fucking bitch.
**** my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda, selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
**** this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.
Monty: No. No, **** you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and then you threw it away, you dumb ****!
(He takes a breath and tries to rub away the words.)
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Ndryshuar pėr herė tė fundit nga ChuChu : 21-07-2010 mė 12:17
shum, shushuje.un e kam nigju ne nji gjuh qeter ene prape mka bo shum pershtypje. ai spajk lija, o goxha cun, gjo e qute ene ai.
ika iher shushuje, mknoqe sot. koraconi ka humi? spo duket. boji tfala kur ta shofish. kiskis te dyjave, ju du shum mi shejtone, mmer molli ene mu
Jam ne pune une sjam parazite si ju . Lol . Per plot_en meqenese pyeti.
Where does a thought go when it's forgotten?
Bernard Blier, hahahaha. Thashe dhe une pse dukej familiar, keta tullacet gjithe njesoj duken.
E gjeta
Uuuu e paske gjet! Une te thashe mbreme qe po kerkoja foto te "Marias" dhe "Gjykatesit te 7" , ti hic. E kishe koken e Bernard Bierit sa nje tas aty perballe. (lol)
Qe e gjete mire, por a e ke pare filmin?
Where does a thought go when it's forgotten?
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