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par contre je les reconnait pas tous dans les photos plus haut pas moyen d'éditer?

 
L'homme à bien changé depuis ...  
 

Tu dis ça dans quel sens ?
 
EDIT : c'est quoi ces choses   ?

Ayé ...

Miss Royaume Uni ?

Ouh les jolis profils de parpaing  

Vous n'êtes jamais contents  
 

Buchenwald on yesterday ...
 

 
 
Ahah, je les ai vu defiler a Nice, c'etait super drôle! (enfin pour se moquer kwa! )

 
L'enchainement est juste parfait, merci pour ce fou rire

Tin rien à faire ... chaque fois que je vois Merckel je vois ...
 

Nan ça va, sans façon    

 
le plombier polonais

Défilé de vieilles peaux qui veulent pas ramasser les crottes de leurs chiens ?

T'aurais pas des photos ? Parce que là je vois que des manchots.

On peut l'acheter quelque part le tire bouchon poing américain ?

Ouais s'parce que c'est traduit à partir de l'allemand...    
 
Manchot = Pinguine
 

 
 
Tout a fait!

Le glaçon noir la mer' tu l'as léché ?
 
 

 

pas con

 
Nawak. Ce sont des vieilles peaux qui reclament des espaces canins pour eviter que les crottes se retrouvent sur le trottoir

 
The picture was taken in 1890. As a child, Robert McGee was scalped by Indians. He is the only person I am aware of who survived the horrific experience of being scalped.
 
Robert was the son of emigrants. In 1864, Robert and his family decided to migrate west, as was the custom of many emigrants of the day, to seek a better life. The family joined a wagon train heading to Leavenworth, Kansas. Somewhere on the trail, Robert's parents died, and he was left an orphan. Others on the wagon train cared for Robert on the trail. Once they reached Leavenworth, Robert, a mere child, was left to fend for himself. At the time, the government was in desperate need of men for the army to protect the overland trail to Santa Fe. Robert applied to join the army, but he was not accepted, because he was too young. Desperate for work, Robert took a job with a freight company to take supplies to Fort Union in New Mexico. In July of 1864 the freight company had a wagon train leave Fort Leavenworth bound for Fort Union, and Robert was one of the teamsters working on this wagon train. Because of the dangers on the trail, the wagon train had a US army escort. The wagon train traveled on the Lonesome Trail. Along the way, the group had several minor skirmishes with Indians, but because of the army escort, there were no significant problems.
 
On July 18, the wagon train arrived in the vicinity of Fort Larned. The teamsters let their guard down, and became careless. They assumed that because of their proximity to the fort, their would be no problems, and they ended up camping about a mile from their army escort. At about 5 in the afternoon, the camp was attacked by 150 Sioux under the command of the chief Little Turtle. The men were caught completely off guard, and the group was slaughtered.
 
Robert was the sole survivor of the slaughter, and he remembered the details of the ordeal. Robert had been dragged by some of the Indians to Chief Little Turtle. The chief first knocked him down with a lance, and then shot him with a revolver. The chief then shot him through with two arrows, to pin him to the ground, and then scalped him. As each of the Indians passed him, they beat and stabbed him, and then he was left for dead.
 
The army at the nearby post heard that there were Sioux in the area, so they sent out a patrol to check things out. The patrol reached the scene of the slaughter about 2 hours after it occurred. They were shocked to see the carnage, and even more shocked to see that Robert was still alive. He was taken to Fort Larned, where the post surgeon treated his injuries. Amazingly, Robert recovered from his wounds. He lived, even though he no longer had a scalp. It is hard for me to even understand how a person could live out there life in such a fashion, but Robert did, as evidenced by the picture above, which was taken some 25 years after the event. Unfortunately, I was not able to determine other events of Robert's life after the ordeal, other than he survived.

 
 
Un comics de 1984:
 


 
Un jeu de carte de 1994
 

 


 
Une pub General Electric pour un frigo en 2000
 

 

 

 
   
 
D'ailleurs je comprends rien à tout ses strips, ca fait peur    
Exemple:
 

Le jeu de carte de 1994 c'est pas le jeu Illuminati ?

si vous savez pas quoi faire de vos bouchons...    
 







 
Si jamais j'organise un diner mercredi soir!    

Combien de bouchons pour la tour Eiffel ?  

 
Work out, c'est :
-faire de la muscu ou n'importe quel entrainement sportif
-arranger quelque chose, faire que quelque chose aille bien, faire marche quelque chose...  
 
A partir de là, une traduction litterale serait comme "Ca ne marchera jamais entre nous" ce qui fait perdre le jeu de mot.
Un traduction foireuse au possible (    ) pour ""conserver"" le ""jeu de mot"" serait genre "Il n'y aura jamais quelque chose de fort entre nous".

Surtout quand tu vois ce que Melanie Griffith est devenue.  
 

Et apprécier les hommes virils

 

 
Si les ricains n'étaient pas là
Vous seriez tous en Germanie
A parler de je ne sais quoi
A saluer je ne sais qui
 
Bien sûr les années ont passé
Les fusils ont changé de mains
Est-ce une raison pour oublier
Qu'un jour on en a eu besoin
 
Un gars venu de Géorgie
Qui se foutait pas mal de toi
Est v'nu mourir en Normandie
Un matin où tu n'y étais pas
 
Bien sûr les années ont passé
On est devenus des copains
A l'amicale du fusillé
On dit qu'ils sont tombés pour rien
 
Si les ricains n'étaient pas là
Vous seriez tous en Germanie
A parler de je ne sais quoi
A saluer je ne sais qui
 
...

Rien à dire pour Eastwood, jeune ou vieux, il est toujours classe ce gars.