Monday, May 17, 2010

Design Ur Own Bmx Bike



We are looking to recruit!

had to resign as a result of professional problems, unfortunately 2 of our members from the group, we are now active again strengthen our team. Our submission rules and group rules can be found in the areas of "FAQs" and "Group Rules".

We look forward to receiving your application!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Clipart Mental Health



Here we indicate the places we want to visit.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Watchie Talkies Audult

Only the tough survive

No one is younger. And since we come into old age, is one ever philosophical, and reflects on his life. Whoever you are, what one is, where does one go? What goals have you?
Here we see Mo in such a brooding and philosophical phase, of course, right on the currently bubbling volcanic crater lake in the Eifel. Drama must be:




impetus for us going forward for the future gave us a photo of Präastronautic guru Erich von Daniken. The photo was taken during his travels in Cambodia, where he lost to - looking predators - supposedly still alive. That impressed us mightily. Above all, his outfit. Even in old age can still be among the toughest and fittest: it showed us that is. Only the strong survive and all that.



Potzthunder! We can do it too! Exactly what we thought we threw immediately to the compiler and various spamten Survival and Army Shops with orders to. While we waited for the supplies, we prepared ourselves mentally for the challenge ahead. With a lot of Yogi tea (enriched with 90% strength whiskey and iron filings), and cramp roll sport of instructions such as "How to be a killer" and "street fight pre-apocalypse." We asked several well-built bouncers about their Traningsmethoden ("Hey, come to get to the corner, one on the face") and denied us for two consecutive weeks the Sunday cake. Harder it went any more. We crawled on the gums, but Burma stainless steel is harder than us. Mo was then so motivated and hard that the next best chicken first had to believe it. Let you fooled by the following picture, because after the photo was able to look at the chicken itself, thanks to reversing the head from behind:




then went's to train in the woods shooting with bow and arrow . Of course, on walkers (without first obtaining the permission), because: Moving targets are the best! And every hit was rewarded with a funny cry. That way, we also looked scheißegut here, the whole thing was more incentive:






Because it but somehow not quite legal is dahinzuraffen innocent pedestrians with arrows of great penetrating power and to tie them to trees and to increase the difficulty of them apples upside down, our new hardiness was put to the test. Namely, terrorism investigators and the BKA, which we all too quickly lift and wanted to torture. We had no other choice than go underground and finally embark on our new, long-planned way of life. Da Mo was always a child of nature (the natural way to kill her was nunmal), made it the Robin Hood-numbers, appeared before the noses of their pursuers in the forest of Scharpenack-Forest at:


Akhen, the one already on his home planet to the martial-Martian Galaxy front, could not resist the call to drill millitärischem Millitäry and hired the killer squad "Black Water" to. The picture is down there the last of him before he dived towards Afghanistan:



this in mind: Only the tough survive. While Mo even squirrels killed grilling over the fire, Tabasco sauce used as an eye-tropical and fish (r) starts with the teeth, Akhen crawls through the desert and reigns with an iron fist over the deepest fears of those who have the misfortune to meet him ( There are dead and there are those the Akhen have not yet encountered). His mobile planetarium (top right of the table), he has taken. To hide in the deepest caves in secret to hear Portfleet.

Stay hard! Hard like a rock ridge!

Akhen & Mo