L' urologo statunitense John Lattimer nel 1977 pagò tremila dollari per impadronirsi del pene di Napoleone. E non riuscì nemmeno a resistere al pettegolezzo: «Le sue misure erano di quattro centimetri e mezzo in stato di riposo e di 6,1 durante l' erezione». Evidentemente non si chiamava Bonaparte per quello.
"Napoleone era bassissimo...ma si scopava Maria Walewska!"
"Chi?"
"Maria Walewska! Oh, hai presente Brigitte Nielsen? Beh, più alta!"
(dal film "Piccolo grande amore")
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel I was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
Drogato_ di_porno ha scritto:
"Napoleone era bassissimo...ma si scopava Maria Walewska!"
"Chi?"
"Maria Walewska! Oh, hai presente Brigitte Nielsen? Beh, più alta!"
(dal film "Piccolo grande amore")
sarà stata anche una stangona ma era bruttina......
"Ladies and gentlemen, please stand up for the National Anthem of the German Democratic Republic:
Stai prendendo in considerazione un canone di bellezza vecchio di 200 anni, tra l'altro estrapolato dal filtro di un dipinto...
"L'importante non è stabilire se uno ha paura o meno, è saper convivere con la propria paura e non farsi condizionare dalla stessa. Ecco, il coraggio è questo, altrimenti non è più coraggio, ma incoscienza".
"Non è grave il clamore chiassoso dei violenti, bensì il silenzio spaventoso delle persone oneste".
"Questo è quasi peggio del sottoscritto" - [Paperinik]
se i dipinti storici non sono veritieri allora cosa dovremmo prendere in considerazione ? quei ridicolissimi film storici o serie tv ammmerigane? certo certo, tutte belle depilate e con le sopracciglie finissiimissime e pure con zizze finte e la bernarda a triangolino curato,
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel I was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
ovviamente una scena divertente come questa (in cui tra l'altro non si vede un tubo...) in Italia è stata censurata.....anzi è strano che l'abbiano doppiata....
"Ladies and gentlemen, please stand up for the National Anthem of the German Democratic Republic:
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel I was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)
Prima o poi faccio pure io una foto del cazzo col mio Meliconi.
"L'importante non è stabilire se uno ha paura o meno, è saper convivere con la propria paura e non farsi condizionare dalla stessa. Ecco, il coraggio è questo, altrimenti non è più coraggio, ma incoscienza".
"Non è grave il clamore chiassoso dei violenti, bensì il silenzio spaventoso delle persone oneste".
"Questo è quasi peggio del sottoscritto" - [Paperinik]
“I felt that everything from my chest down was completely gone, I waited to die, I threw my hand back and felt my legs still there, I couldn’t feel them but they were still there, I was still alive and for some reason I started believing I might not die, I might make it out of there and live and feel and go back home again, I could hardly breathe and I was taking short little sucks with the one lung that I still had left, the blood was rolling off my flak jacket, from the hole in my shoulder and I couldn’t feel the pain in my foot anymore, I couldn’t even feel my body, I was frightened to death, I didn’t think about praying, all I could feel I was cheated, all I could feel was the worthlessness of dying right here in this place at this moment for nothing.” (Ron Kovic)