Dear NASAAlıntı
How are you? We OK! But we have a problem. We have a big problem. We have a very very big problem. Me and Leyla (she is a my -girl- love) we can not come together. No together. So, impossible love. Love story. Giant's love. Like Shrek. Do you know Shrek? Anyway, if Leyla and I can together, it will be the end of World. I can hear that you say "oh my god!" We are the main causes of naturel disasters. Ups! Sorry :( But mukadderat (I can not translate it) I think that you have to help us. And if you save us, you save the World. Yes, it's weird. We want to buy spaceship from you. Leyla and I go to another planet by this spaceship. We will be happy there. If we have a child we will give your name to him or her: NASA! You happy? This spaceship is our bride car. I look forward to hearing from you soon. And İsmail Abi says that you don't work hard. Because sıyırırsın.
Best regards
Mecnun Ç. and İsmail A.
Bedenen güçlü olsam benim de döveceğim insanlar var. Sorry
Ümitsiz bir dünyada hak aramanın yegâne yönteminin şiddet olduğunu düşünerek yetişen bir kuşak karşısındayız.
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To answer critics like Celsus, a number of Christian writers arose to defend the Christian faith against the rumors and railings of the pagans. We call these writers apologists. Not because they were sorry for anything: the word comes from the Greek word apologia and means “defense”—such as a lawyer gives at a trial.
I'm sorry you've had to be bear so much alone.
Bunca şeye tek başına katlanmak zorunda kaldığın için üzgünüm.
“You’re sorry?” I’m still shouting. “You’re sorry? I could’ve killed you.”
And even then, even in this horrible, unbelievable moment, she has the audacity to look me in the eye and say: “I doubt that.”
"I'm sorry, Carl," Prepotente said. "I shouldn't have called you malodorous. Nor should I have questioned your ability to inexpertly set off every trap in the area."
"Yeah, uh, no worries. Sorry about telling you to suck my dick."
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