<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:23:03.764+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prostia - un lucru fara limite</title><subtitle type='html'>"doar prostia si universul sunt infinite, iar despre univers nu sunt atat de sigur" - Einstein</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-3921126516142293926</id><published>2011-04-18T22:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:53:17.945+02:00</updated><title type='text'>20 years</title><content type='html'>S-au dus dreaq. Si inca o idila cu ocazia asta, care m-a facut sa-mi dau seama ca tot romanu-i la fel, il doare`n cur, minte de rupe, inseala si se gandeste numa sa-i fie lui bine. Apoi cauta scuze pt ce s-a intamplat si da vina tot pe tine. Uimitor, mi-s tot prin preajma, desi se pare ca am fost pe marginea abisului si lucrurile nu pareau chiar roz :) Ne auzim cam intr-un an ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i has found Faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-3921126516142293926?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/3921126516142293926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=3921126516142293926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3921126516142293926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3921126516142293926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2011/04/20-years.html' title='20 years'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-176268675933829422</id><published>2010-05-05T22:12:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:21:54.084+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar liar ...</title><content type='html'>Eo nu inteleg o treaba. De ce pana mea minte lumea, ca mai devreme sau mai tarliu oricum se afla. Si cand se afla de obicei iese rau, sau pur si simplu sunt pusi in niste situatii de tot cacatul.  Acu partea mai funny e ca prin astia de mai bantui eo cu ei e un oarecare gigi. Care gigi are, printre multe altele, defectul de a exagera. De obicei noi radem si aplicam regula de 3. Asculti ce zice el, imparti la 3, si esti aproape de rezultat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si de aici is o gramada de trebi, care mai de care mai distractive. Si datorita faptului ca la inceput copchilaream destul impreuna in mai toate povestirile lui eream si eo implicat. Si vine partea comica, cand incepea el sa relateze diverse si ramaneam masca cum putea sa le umfle. Partea naspa e ca eram prins in poveste si trebuia sa incep cu: "nici chiar asa, era mai putin, parca, nu mai stiu etc etc" Intre timp vremea a trecut si al nostru gigi a ajuns din lac in put. Nu se mai opreste, si partea proasta e ca nici nu-si mai aduce aminte ce si cum exagereaza. Asa ca fiecare din noi ne trezim cu o noua varianta a povestii. Si stau si ma gandesc oare de ce dracu exagereaza el in halul asta, sau de ce tranteste cate o treaba de-ti sta mintea`n loc? E genul, care cand tu spui ca ai baut 2 beri si erai ametit o sa spuna ca el a baut 10 si tot mai ducea gramada. Cu timpul doar cateva arii au ramas in afara zonei lui de acoperire, in rest e cel mai bestial la toate, doar restu`s mai degeaba. Sau mai comic, noii lui amici sunt cei mai tari si mai bestial de pe planeta. Pacat ca dupa 2 zile is niste terminati si doar i s-a parut ca-s bestiali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acu fo cateva zile mi-a dat a mea fimeie un link si m-a bufnit rasu: oamenii care mint o iau razna, ca-i prea mult de tinut minte, ce si cum si pe cine ai mintit. Se pare ca-i oarecum adevarat. Thumbs up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-176268675933829422?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/176268675933829422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=176268675933829422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/176268675933829422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/176268675933829422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2010/05/liar-liar.html' title='Liar liar ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-8052166064052124286</id><published>2010-04-28T16:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T14:12:47.899+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Era vitezei - mama in ce hal fuge prostia</title><content type='html'>Deh, ne-am ajuns. Dam comenzi online, nu ne mai miscam posterioru din fotoliu si vine acas mesteru si ne aduce ce ne tre. De la mancare pan la hartie igienica(d'asta n-am comandat online, da cred ca se gaseste fun site).  Desi cam urasc sa nu pun eu mana pe ce cumpar am fost nevoit sa cumpar fo doo trebi de la un magazin de la mama dreaq. Ca deh, doar ei aveau la un pret acceptabil cu tot cu transport. La astia de prin capitala tre sa ai trei oo ca altfel te costa de te rupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si intru eu pe site, bifez ca vreau aia si ailalalta, da-i cu plata online. Primesc mail destul de repede ca imi va fi livrat coletul, a 2-a zi ma suna a mea mama sa-mi zica de colet, ca a ajuns, si ca aia vor bani. Cam tot atat cat am achitat eo. Pai zic sa le dea, ca o fi vreo greseala si n-am chef sa astept iar si o sa discut eu cu cei de la magazin. Desi am fost uimit de rapiditate (multi nu prea ii laudau pe astia dar asta e, eu eream multumit, mai putin partea cu banii) ma apuc sa discut cu ei. Realizeaza si ei ca a fost o greseala si imi spun ca or sa-mi dea banii inapoi. Presupunand ca au vazut din ce cont si de pe ce nume au venit banii e usor sa-i trimiti inapoi via transfer bancar. Trece ceva vreme, fix kix bani, asa ca dau cu mailul. A, pai nu stim contu, te rog sa ni-l dai. Dau contu, iar fix kix bani. Iar cu mailul. A pai ne tre si numele. Dau si numele si iar sanatate curata ca bani nevoie. Dau iar cu mailul si vine si raspunsul. tre si cnp'u ca altfel nu poate trimite. Ma zic la astia au 5 oo, de le tre si cnp da aia e, dau si cnp'u. Si stau fo sapt si nu-i mai deranjez. Iar nevoie bani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja ma plictiseam de cat am asteptat, bani nu erau multi, dar d'al dracu nu voiam sa-i las. Si mai dau un mail, primesc raspuns cum ca au avut multe comenzi isi cer scuze si imediat se ocupa. Dipa fo doo zile ma suna iar a mea mama sa ma intrebe daca am mai comandat ceva de la aia ca a mai venit un colet. Eo ochii mari, ca nu mai luasem niq, inca eram nervos ca nu primisem banii. Ea imi zice ca si coletul asta tre platit daca il vreau, si-i zic sa-l plateasca, bufnind oarecum in ras si-mi trece prin cap ce-ar putea fi in colet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si da, oamenii mi-au trimis banii inapoi prin curier rapid, pe care tot eu l-am platit :) Mama lui de card, internet, banca si alte cele de se incurca omu acolo cand le foloseste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-8052166064052124286?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/8052166064052124286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=8052166064052124286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8052166064052124286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8052166064052124286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2010/04/era-vitezei-mama-in-ce-hal-fuge-prostia.html' title='Era vitezei - mama in ce hal fuge prostia'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-39202499219697084</id><published>2010-04-25T23:27:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:38:08.867+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Militienii din ziua de azi - prostii din ziua de ieri - part II</title><content type='html'>Pai toate bune si frumoase si da-i si trimite si citatia. Ca eo n-am fost sa vad care-i treaba ca mai si muncesc. Sau asa ma laud. Si se duce a mea mama, cu actele`n mana, si asteapta, ceteste ala, e ok, semnati aici, si aici si acu va aducem permisu, da sa mai verificam odata`n calculator (ca deh, acu joaca solitaire pe alea si sa se laude ca au calculatoare). Si cand colo ce sa vezi, apare ca tre sa dau testare - testare care tre s-o dau, se pare, din cauza lunii in plus care am capatat-o bonus dipa legea pulii. Deci raspuns final - tre sa dau testare sa iau permisu. Scria si pe hartia de mi-a venit acas, a reusit sa descifreze un militian, dar scria mic si abia se vedea, si pus intr-un colt, in asa fel incat cetateanu sa se arda. Asa ca n-a vazut mama permisu`n mana. Si m-a informat - nervi, draci, injuraturi - aia e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma listinesc, sun fo doi amici, aia imi confirma, tre sa dau testare. Unu imi zice si cand se da, sa nu ma plimb degeaba. Sun inapoi la a mea mama si-o trimit iar pe drum, sa se intereseze si ea cum e cu testarea direct de la militieni, sa nu ma plimb aiurea ca oricum pierd o gramada de timp aiurea. Si ma apuc de cetit iar legislatia, parca-s acu 8 ani cand incepusem sa`nvat pt prostia asta de carton, ca pe vremea aia nu ma pasiona deloc sofatul. Ma apuca putin melancolia in timp ce ceteam si-mi aduc aminte de instructor - sa aibe parte de sanatate ca a facut scoala cu mine, nu gluma, practic mi-a salvat viata de multe ori cu ce m-a invatat el. Intre timp trece ziua si ma suna mama: "ce faci? bine? eo nu fac bine!". Deja ma gandeam ca patise ceva. Dar nu, o apucasera si pe ea crizele cand a auzit ce-au spus militienii: "pai testarea trebuia s-o dea in astea 90 de zile, acu nu mai da nici o testare, mai sta o luna si primeste permisu". Am fugit repede la oglinda: dap inca e acolo, scris mare: PROST. Deci daca vreau totusi sa dau testarea aia sa scap odata si sa-mi mai man caruta prin curte, tot n-am cum. Da acu au asigurat-o fo 4 ca nu se mai da nici o testare si primesc permisu sigur. Data viitoare am de gand sa ma duc eo acolo sa vad ce-mi mai zic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ma gandesc eo asa, ca daca face vreunu prostia sa-mi spuna cum ca am ratat testarea si ca tot trebuia s-o dau si iar stau pe bara, cred ca o sa apar la tilivizor c-am atacat un militian. Sper spre binele lui sa poa sa se apere, ca am de gand sa-i rup gatu :) poate mai scap lumea de-un prost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-39202499219697084?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/39202499219697084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=39202499219697084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/39202499219697084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/39202499219697084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2010/04/militienii-din-ziua-de-azi-prostii-din_25.html' title='Militienii din ziua de azi - prostii din ziua de ieri - part II'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-1805941584037816193</id><published>2010-04-21T21:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T21:21:40.547+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Militienii din ziua de azi - prostii din ziua de ieri</title><content type='html'>De ceva vreme ma tot minunez de prostia astora. Si nu pe baza celor vazute pe la tembelizor, ca n-am. Ci pe baza celor traite in urma intalnirii cu astfel de specimene. Prima parte incepe acu fo doi ani cand ma indreptam spre a noastra capitala. Si se face ca mi-s triplat in timp ce depaseam un tir, masinile se ciocnesc usor iar eu insist sa merem la militie (ca individele nici n-a avut de gand sa opreasca initial). La militie mai merge o masina care se afla pe acelasi traseu cu noi, martor care atesta cele povestite de mine. Si explicam si lalala si se uita militianu lung la masini si zice: "eo cred ca tu esti vinovat" si se uita la mine. Acu ma intrebam - oare legea nu zice clar ce-i aia o triplare si cine e vinovat in cazul de fata cand eu eram triplat? Si apoi vine si buba mai mare - "vi se suspenda permisul 60 de zile". Pai stai nene, pe ce baza? "Ca asa zice legea" Si ca sa vezi, ca legea nu zicea asa. Dar merem la judecatorie - aici alti dobitoci, in frunte cu judecatoarea. A zis cineva mai demult: sunt d'acord sa dam fimeii putere - dar sa nu exageram. Eh asa fu si cu judecatoarea: asta habar n-avea ce-i aia o triplare, cu toate ca-n cartea aia de-o citeste orice narod cand vrea sa dea examen pt permis scrie mare cat capu ei. Si dipa ce ma tine fun an de la intamplare vine si rezultatul - pai intr-adevar a gresit organul, dar e si el om si se mai intampla. Se mentine sanctiunea (ridicat permis si amenda, desi eram incadrat la o fapta si pedepsit pt alta in processul verbal) dar se reduce cuantumul amenzii de la 325 de lei la 300. Am ramas prost. Scrie mare de atunci pe fruntea mea: PROST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea a 2-a vine cand am primit notificarea acas si am plecat bucuros sa dau permisu. Semnasem eo o hartie cum ca ma oblig ca in termen de 15 zile de la hotararea definitiva si irevocabila, in caz ca pierd, sa predau permisu. Dipa 6 zile de la primirea notificarii ma prezint cu permisu - concluzia - se mai adauga o luna ca ai intarziat. Pai cum am intarziat nene? ui ce scrie aci - 15 zile alea alea. Pai nu mai e asa, ca s-a schimbat legea, da nu a anuntat nimeni si voi, cetatenii v-o luati in gura, ca asa mai punem noi acolo o luna la permis. Da-i cu avocatu cu alea intereseaza-te si ce sa vezi - treaba aia scrisa mare pe fruntea mea inca era valabila. Chiar se schimbase legea. De ce nush, de ce nu am fost si noi ca oameni ce platim taxe si alte trebi anuntati iar nush. Dar traim in Romania, tara`n care s-a inventat prostia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ultima parte din capitolul asta - trec lunile si hai sa-mi iau permisu. Pai nu ti-l dam. De ce ? Ca apare in calculator aici ca mai ai un proces. Pai mai am, unu la Bucuresti tot cu`n talamb d'al vostru care voia spaga si i-am dat muje. I-a dat si judecatorul - ca acolo is oameni mai destepti ce stiu legi - si a pierdut militianu. Pai da, scrie aici ca nu-i solutionata cauza - cauza care am castigat-o dar a facut recurs militianu. De ce nush, ca oricum n-a venit la nici un proces. Da sa fie. Si revenind la nesolutionarea cauzei - pai logic ca nu-i solutionata - ca-i recurs si se judeca iar. A da, dar noi vrem sa vedem citatia ca sa-ti dam permisu. Pt ce nush, inca incerc sa-mi dau seama, ca oricum daca scrie acolo ca nu-i solutionata inseamna ca e pe rol. Deci pola hotarare definitiva si irevocabila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buna dimineata domnilor militieni - ma bucur ca va avem acolo sa ne paziti, sincer as dori sa luati cucu, ca sunteti mai prosti decat prevede legea. Cum zicea un amic de-i printre ei: astia-s d'aia pe baza de boletin - ai boletin si iq 10 - treci la militie. `Tuva muma`n cur de comunisti ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-1805941584037816193?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/1805941584037816193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=1805941584037816193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1805941584037816193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1805941584037816193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2010/04/militienii-din-ziua-de-azi-prostii-din.html' title='Militienii din ziua de azi - prostii din ziua de ieri'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-34442867099380562</id><published>2010-04-11T21:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:21:20.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prietenii - oameni care doar vor ceva de la tine</title><content type='html'>Cam asta mi-a zis acu ceva multa vreme un "prieten". O persoana de la care am invatat o gramada, eu fiind copchil, el oleaca mai batran.  Si la vremea respectiva l-am contrazis cu toate argumentele ce mi-au venit in cap. Dar in ziua de azi incep sa vad din ce in ce mai mult ca de fapt definitia aia sta in picioare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acu fo doo zile, datorita faptului ca statul a decis ca eo sa merg pe jos mai mult, ca mi se face rau cu masina, aveam nevoie de un transport. Ca taxiu costa destul si am zis sa apelez la un "prieten" pe care-l servisem de fo cateva ori si ma gandeam ca poate acu isi ia si el revansa. Sun omu, ii explic ce si cum, in conditiile in care oricum nu ne mai vizitasem si ii propusesem sa vin si cu fimeia, ca e buna prietena cu a lui, si stau si ele la barfa cat merem noi la treaba. El imi zice sa-si intrebe nevasta, astept, raspunde pozitiv, stabilim sa-l sun inainte sa merem la ei. Zis si facut, sunam la ea, sa vb ele sa stabileasca ce si cum. Nu primim raspuns. Mai asteptam. Pan la urma suna ea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si aci incepe alta poveste, desi a fost d'acord si alte alea brusc si fara nesimtire m-a facut sa renunt la a mai mere. Numa nu mi-a zis sa nu ma duc, ca in rest mi-a insirat toate cele: ca e obosita, ca n-are chef de nimic, ca bla bla si pe dincolo si colac peste pupaza, nu stie nimic de al ei prieten. Si atunci a mea consoarta intreaba daca n-a vb. Ba da, dar ... si dar a ramas. Mai ciudat e ca peste juma de ora ma suna el, sa intrebe de sanatate. Pai taica vb cu a ta fimeie, vezi ca aia te lasa fara prieteni c-o doare`n cur de restu. Iar tu esti cam papagal de accepti asa ceva, din momentul ce si ea a avut nevoie de atatea ori de mine. Dar cum e romanu - cand si-a vazut sacii`n car - sanatate si virtute, sa avem ce bea si fute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acu asteptam sa videm cand mai au nevoie de una alta sa-i trantesc un simplu ma doare`n cur ca n-am chef de voi. Dar o sa fie spus subtil, ca la cat de talambi is amandoi nu cred ca or sa se prinda :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-34442867099380562?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/34442867099380562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=34442867099380562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/34442867099380562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/34442867099380562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2010/04/prietenii-oameni-care-doar-vor-ceva-de.html' title='Prietenii - oameni care doar vor ceva de la tine'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-2613295986146913390</id><published>2010-04-02T18:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:56:32.690+02:00</updated><title type='text'>19 ani</title><content type='html'>S-au dus. Si iar imi cant La Multi Ani. Un an bestial, fucked up all teh way. Am pierdut o gramada de trebi, including Faith. Prostia deja e la rang inalt in tara asta asa ca nu mai are nici un rost :) see you in one year or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-2613295986146913390?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/2613295986146913390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=2613295986146913390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/2613295986146913390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/2613295986146913390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2010/04/19-ani.html' title='19 ani'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-7740093200275026200</id><published>2009-07-14T23:43:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T00:11:32.038+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prostia ... chiar un lucru fara limite ...</title><content type='html'>Singura problema care o am acu e ca totusi ma duce capu. Si ui asa nu pot sa nu observ diverse lucruri care se intampla prin preajma. M-am cam obisnuit ca toata lumea sa creada ca mi-s dumb and i don't know shit. Mai nashpa e cand astia de mi-s apropiati cred acelasi lucru. Si uimitor majoritatea chiar merg inainte in prostia lor fara sa-si dea seama de diverse lucruri. Oare e chiar asa greu sa mai gasesti oameni de calitate zilele astea ? inteleg ca noua generatie e praf si e plina de ratati, dar chiar si astia de-s la mijloc is la fel de distrusi ? Inca ma intreb cum dreaq o fi sa gandesti in turma si sa nu iti folosesti creierul deloc. Oare e chiar asa greu sa gandesti si sa nu mai fii o oaie, sa fii oarecum unic si sa ai propria gandire ? Si de ce oare unora le e asa frica sa se ridice si sa arunce prima piatra ? He, who's without sin, should throw the first rock!!! Well motha` fucka` i'll throw the fockin` rock and die if that means to kill stupidity. Cat de prost si dobitoc tre sa fii frate incat sa nu-ti functioneze creierul nici macar cat unui tantar? Cu toate ca si ala are o gramada pe langa unii din ziua de azi. On the other hand ma intreb cum pola mea i-au crescut parintii de au ajuns asa distrusi ? Citeam acu ceva vreme ce a scris un oarecare om cu renume si se numea "Va acuz".  In acelasi timp realizam ca suntem prea putini "oameni" si prea multe "animale" pe planeta asta. In timpurile cand solidaritatea inseamna fix PULA, cand unii si-ar vinde si mama ca sa traiasca mai bine, CAND DE FAPT UNII CHIAR FAC ASTA, cand cuvantul PRIETEN a ramas fara sens, cand ceea ce am auzit cand eram mai copil a devenit realitate: "nu exista prieteni, exista doar oameni care au nevoie de ceva de la tine", cand m-am saturat ca atunci cand ma intorc in stanga sau in dreapta sa vad romanii care sunt "mandri" ca sunt romani si tin sa demonstreze cat de tarani sunt. Si a nu se confunda taranul cu locuitorul de la sat, comuna cu distrusul din oras, macar ala de la tara se chinuie pt a realiza ceva. Oameni care se cred plin de importanta cand de fapt sunt praf, care pun 5 lei inaintea oricarei prietenii, oameni pt care dragostea inseamna doar futai, o mana care sa o tina din cand in cand sau boul/vaca ce se preocupa cand respectiva persoana "uita" sa dea un semn de viata sau sa realizeze ca are pe cineva langa ea. Mi-s satul sa ma chinui sa realizez ceva si sa fiu tarat inapoi de inaptii acestei societati, inapti care in mediul care e plin de specimene ca ei, se distreaza de minune. Life's just perfect and i enjoy living here.  In rest ce pot sa mai spun. Mi-s surprins ca si cei din jurul meu au inceput sa adopte unele standarde de mai sus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-7740093200275026200?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/7740093200275026200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=7740093200275026200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/7740093200275026200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/7740093200275026200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2009/07/prostia-chiar-un-lucru-fara-limite.html' title='Prostia ... chiar un lucru fara limite ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-4295436709827924993</id><published>2009-04-12T17:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:38:20.474+02:00</updated><title type='text'>18 years ...</title><content type='html'>And yep, i'm still around. Alive and kickin` as some might say. Pot spune ca mai nimic nu s-a schimbat, belelele inca se tin scai, si sanatatea tun (mi s-a cam futat vederea dar in rest e ok). Asa ca poate mai apuc sa mai vad ce scriu si la anul pe aici. Till we meet again ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-4295436709827924993?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/4295436709827924993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=4295436709827924993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4295436709827924993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4295436709827924993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2009/04/18-years.html' title='18 years ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-8431719300706794418</id><published>2008-08-09T01:03:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T01:26:27.199+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back ...</title><content type='html'>De ceva vreme ma tot gandesc sa ma intorc si sa mai arunc cate un cuvant pe aici. Devin cam melancolic, gandindu-ma cat de fain erea cand am scris primul post pe blog si cum apoi scurt totul a inceput sa se schimbe. schimbat loc de munca - colegi idioti, parca imi e dor de ce se implanta pe la gameloft chit ca si acolo aveam babalaii nostri. Intre timp shi pasiunea pt fimeia care mi-a distrus viata atunci a disparut, cu toate ca din cand in cand mai arunca niste tepi inapoi. si belelele se tin lant, cateodata imi vine sa ma intreb cate dreaq pot sa se mai adune. uimitor intotdeauna raspunsul e aiurea. till we meet again ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-8431719300706794418?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/8431719300706794418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=8431719300706794418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8431719300706794418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8431719300706794418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2008/08/looking-back.html' title='Looking back ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-1276573928691260868</id><published>2008-04-08T22:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T22:36:46.960+02:00</updated><title type='text'>17 years now ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Acu un an, cu toate ca niciodata n-am stiut data exacta, ma gandeam la &lt;a href="http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/04/16-years.html"&gt;asta&lt;/a&gt;. O luna care din cand in cand imi aduce aminte de ziua cand ceva avea sa se schimbe radical in viata mea si eu n-aveam nici cea mai mica idee. 17 ani mai tarziu inca sunt prin preajma si ma gandesc daca merita. Un bun prieten acu fun an imi spunea ca eu fac totul sa para asa de usor si nu intelege cum, mai ales ca mai stie fo cativa care au fost practic distrusi de "schimbare". Who knows .... maybe next year i'll still be around and ... just and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. life`s too short, live it fully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-1276573928691260868?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/1276573928691260868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=1276573928691260868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1276573928691260868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1276573928691260868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2008/04/17-years-now.html' title='17 years now ....'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-524262336542475699</id><published>2007-11-28T13:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:13:37.291+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si-a mai trecut un an ...</title><content type='html'>Cica am mai intinerit cu un an. Si daca tot ma gandeam eo sa ma apuc de ceva tunat la masinuta mea, s-au gandit fo doi, tri prieteni sa imi aduca una gata tunata. Asa ca pe langa buburuza mea stoc pe care o fugaresc pe strazile din Bucuresti acu am onoarea sa mai fugaresc si urlatoarea "pesa" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLYl9ugcRMk/R01OtBp28mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JfVNYE64j_k/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLYl9ugcRMk/R01OtBp28mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JfVNYE64j_k/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137849285344686690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singura diferena intre ele este ca asta rosie are doar fo 30 de cm si e ecologica. Uni mai pui ca pot sa consum si bauturi alcoolice cand o pilotez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-524262336542475699?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/524262336542475699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=524262336542475699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/524262336542475699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/524262336542475699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/11/si-mai-trecut-un.html' title='Si-a mai trecut un an ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLYl9ugcRMk/R01OtBp28mI/AAAAAAAAAAs/JfVNYE64j_k/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-5633389984845631339</id><published>2007-11-07T19:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:34:33.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa ne intoarcem la oile noastre ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pujtiu a fost plecat in vacanta. Sau mai bine zis a lenevit continuu. Si lenevind asa si-a achizitionat una bucata opel corseah de toata frumusetzea. Acu daca l-a achizitionat hai sa se dea prin trafic cu el (pujtiu fiind ceea ce unii ar spune shofer dã provincie). Usor usor si tacticos m-am acomodat la traficu din bucuresti si la prostia umana. Si vazand cat de eroi sunt unii de la volan mi-am dotat bijuteria cu inca o bijuterie neagra, de metal, care se extinde oleaca si care sfarma oase. Pan acu am avut doar doi clienti la ea. Din pacate primu` a coborat viteaz insa cand a vazut ca noi eream doi care coboram s-a linistit si mi-a explicat ca de fapt ma claxona sa poata trece si el pe banda ailalalta. Apoi s-a retras. Scurta poveste, bineinteles udata din belsug cu mandrie dã braila: adik urari de bine la adresa lui, a familiei lui, a mamicii lui si a tot ce tine de el. In mod fantastic nu a reactionat ci a plecat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al 2-lea client s-a dovedit a fi unu mai burtos si tare`n clontz. In mod ciudat am fost foarte calm si chiar am incercat sa dialoghez cu el. El a tinut sa-mi explice ca ma batea de ma kkm pe mine, aducandu-mi zambetu pe buze. Si mai zambareata privea bijuteria neagra spre el de dupa mana dreapta. Mai tarliu m-a informat copilotu ca erea si garda oleaca mai incolo si acu inteleg de ce nu s-a lasat cu sange :) Bineinteles copilotu, la auzul vorbelor de bataie si alte cele a bufnit si el in ras si a adus vorba de mandria braileana: iar cuvinte de lauda la adresa burtosului, a mamicii burtosului and so on. Si burtosu s-a luat dipa noi, iar noi ne rugam sa se tina dipa noi pan ajungem intr-un loc mai ferit. Asa ca am mers usor la pas marunt in paralel pan am ajuns la semafor cand el n-a mai venit si ne-a spulberat visele de distractie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acu mergand pe principiul "orice minune tine 3 zile" consideram ca au trecut doar doo. Mai trece inca una cred. Dipa care probabil o sa ma vad in ziare. happy happy joy joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-5633389984845631339?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/5633389984845631339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=5633389984845631339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5633389984845631339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5633389984845631339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/11/sa-ne-intoarcem-la-oile-noastre.html' title='Sa ne intoarcem la oile noastre ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-7327591666466944028</id><published>2007-07-26T19:38:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T01:44:50.494+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dileme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acu fo doo zile ma intoarceam de la munci impreuna cu un amic. Si din vorba`n vorba veni si chestiunea nuntilor, faptul ca pt moment amandoi suntem solo and stuff. La care el ma intreaba de ce atunci cand aveam carute si cheltuiam ceva pe rotile lor, abia ajungeam la salaru urlator cu ceva monetar in buzunar iar acu cand suntem solo si nu mai cheltuim pe posterioru lor nik suntem in aceeasi situatie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inca ma intreb lucrul asta si nu-mi ies socotelile neam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-7327591666466944028?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/7327591666466944028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=7327591666466944028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/7327591666466944028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/7327591666466944028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/07/dileme.html' title='Dileme'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-375402851504717503</id><published>2007-07-17T16:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:13:37.444+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatare cool</title><content type='html'>or not. Ma plictiseam crunt azi si verificam ce mai e prin lista de messenger. Si imi trec ochii pe o oarecare persoana care avea un avatar ce m-a facut sa pic de pe scaun de ras tinand cont ca stiam cum arata persoana respectiva. Este vorba de o ea la fo 100 de kg. iar avatarul cu pricina e mai jos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLYl9ugcRMk/RpzCKKGzuDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4JhHroesGPc/s1600-h/cute+single.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLYl9ugcRMk/RpzCKKGzuDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4JhHroesGPc/s400/cute+single.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088155158789208114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acu stau si ma intreb oare cati pun botu la chestia aia ? si oare cati or sa regrete. traiasca lumea "mircuitorilor"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-375402851504717503?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/375402851504717503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=375402851504717503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/375402851504717503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/375402851504717503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/07/avatare-cool.html' title='Avatare cool'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLYl9ugcRMk/RpzCKKGzuDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/4JhHroesGPc/s72-c/cute+single.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-3840818843286581751</id><published>2007-07-16T11:05:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:11:58.435+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Era tehnologiei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cam asa se lauda lumea. Masini, unelte, trebi and above all the mighty INTERNET connection. Adica stau si eo listinit la birou si dau cu mailu peste tot pe unde ma intereseaza cate ceva ca sa nu ma mai deplasez pan la birou de informatii al respectivei institutii. Si ei raspund in scurt timp. BZZZZZZ wrong answer motha` fucka`. Ei nu raspund pt ca is obisnuiti cu leneveala la birou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sapt trecuta pe joi dimineata am trimis fo 5-6 mailuri la diferite banci solicitand niste informatii referitoare la un credit. Si am primit raspunsuri de nu mai facea fata outlooku. Un raspuns de la o singura banca. Si da, ala a fost relativ rapid (10 min or some some deci clienti la ei la greu). In rest fix pola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'atunci stau si ma intreb la ce dreaq imi foloseste toata tehnologia asta cand eo tot tre sa ma deplasez si sa-mi pierd timpu pe drum ca sa intreb o chestie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-3840818843286581751?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/3840818843286581751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=3840818843286581751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3840818843286581751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3840818843286581751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/07/era-tehnologiei.html' title='Era tehnologiei'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-2625155041209231021</id><published>2007-07-12T00:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:34:00.731+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar la noi ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tjp5LiVrTIw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tjp5LiVrTIw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am ramas mai mult sau mai putin masca&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tjp5LiVrTIw"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-2625155041209231021?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/2625155041209231021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=2625155041209231021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/2625155041209231021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/2625155041209231021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/07/doar-la-noi.html' title='Doar la noi ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-7472523177504191632</id><published>2007-07-02T20:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:01:54.532+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Braila - ma` hometown - knife's heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am tot auzit pe ici pe colo cum ca Braila ar fi orasul cutitarilor. Cand eram copchil consideram a fi mai mult o legenda. Apoi am crescut si am ajuns sa umblu prin diferite cartiere ale orasului, iar putin mai tarziu am ajuns vrand nevrand sa muncesc prin zone rau famate. Si brusc legenda s-a transformat in realitate. De la banalul briceag pan la sabia stil ninja era doar un pas. In schimb ce am observat la cei ce purtau astfel de unelte (atunci) era faptul ca stiau ce e ala respect, si chiar daca la inceput pareau lei, daca stiai sa ii tratezi de cele mai multe ori erau baieti de treaba (depinde de fiecare cum intelege). In ziua de azi vad toti pustanii cand e vb de scandal ca dau sa scoata un cutit, sau vreo unealta de genu. Parca nu mai is "batranii" golani care daca vedeau fun pujtan ca sarea sa fie mai mescher ii articula doo dupa ceafa si ii explica de respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ceva vreme am renuntat la acea viata. Dar stau si-mi aduc aminte ca in multe feluri Braila e un loc mult mai civilizat fata de Bucuresti (pe unde bantui acum). Si cel mai tare regret ca in Bucuresti nu or sa fie golanasii din Braila. Mai ales in mijloacele de transport. Am fost de multe ori pe acas si de multe ori m-am plimbat cu mijloacele de transport pe acolo. Dar niciodata nu am vazut cocalarul cu telefon ce stie mp3 ascultand fo manea. Poate pt ca pan la statia urmatoare ar fi pus ochii pe el 2 bajeti si la a 3-a statie cocalarul canta singur maneaua, telefonul fiind pe cale sa fie vandut fara voia lui. Parca din punctul asta de vedere inca exista respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now `nough bout this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-7472523177504191632?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/7472523177504191632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=7472523177504191632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/7472523177504191632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/7472523177504191632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/07/braila-ma-hometown-knifes-heaven.html' title='Braila - ma` hometown - knife&apos;s heaven'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-1932764587223323243</id><published>2007-06-24T06:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T06:14:27.004+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Suntem gigolo</title><content type='html'>Intors la ora 6:30 spre casa. Oprit la chioscul de jos pt achizitionat diverse chestii. Vanzatoarea se uita ciudat la noi(mai eream cu un amic). Intrat in scara si intrebat amicu: oare o fi crezand ca suntem paznici de noapte pe undeva la halu in care suntem imbracati(pantaloni scurti si tricou eu, pantaloni scurti si maieu el) ? Raspuns: neah, in mod sigur crede ca sutem gigolo si acu am terminat munca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-1932764587223323243?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/1932764587223323243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=1932764587223323243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1932764587223323243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1932764587223323243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/06/suntem-gigolo.html' title='Suntem gigolo'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-873932713815237331</id><published>2007-06-23T16:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T16:40:17.874+03:00</updated><title type='text'>He ain't gay i say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ziceam acu ceva vreme despre un sh'anume var ca ma intreba masa de e gay, iar eu ramasesem masca. Azi am primit confirmarea ca nu e pe invers. Dipa ce m-am distrat seara (dormitat ca porcu 12 ore) m-am trezit pe la 1:15 si am plecat spre baie sa trag un dush. Am fost sumprins sa vad o gagica care se agata de usa iar el o impingea in camera. Am trantit un okei lung iar el mi-a raspuns putin incurcat: nu vrea sa intre. Poi gigele vezi ca are o gaura, sau mai multe .... acu depinde :) dar nah .... e bine ca ai adus si tu o phata acas sa fim si noi listiniti :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-873932713815237331?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/873932713815237331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=873932713815237331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/873932713815237331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/873932713815237331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-aint-gay-i-say.html' title='He ain&apos;t gay i say'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-8631770650796409683</id><published>2007-06-20T11:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T12:33:21.461+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Trist si suparat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pan acu ceva vreme eream cam nesimtit si circulam fara abonament sau belet. Motive ereau destule. Dar din momentul in care am reusit sa devin "figura cunoscuta" pe traseul respectiv (dipa fo 8 luni de  activitate) am decis sa trec  la varianta "baiet cilivizat" cu abonament/belet. Partea proasta vine in momentu in care mai aveam de gand sa tin controlorii de vorba. Pt ca de atunci (tot sa fie fo 6 luni de cand circul regulamentar) i-am mai vazut pe traseu de maxim 10 ori, iar inainte ii vedeam de 4 ori pe sapt si chiar conversam despre amenzi si treburi. Acu nici macar nu ma mai baga`n seama sa ma intrebe daca am sau nu, daca vreau amenda sau nu. Se uita de la distanta si trec pe langa, controland pe toata lumea in jurul meu. Probabil am ajuns vedeta pe la sediu din vremurile vechi: pe pujti nu-l mai intrebati ca nu are bani/acte/timp si nu va alegeti cu nik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-8631770650796409683?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/8631770650796409683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=8631770650796409683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8631770650796409683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8631770650796409683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/06/trist-si-suparat.html' title='Trist si suparat'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-5282667271381747627</id><published>2007-06-19T15:58:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T15:59:19.245+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Probleme ....</title><content type='html'>Tester: Chief am o problema aici ...&lt;br /&gt;Chief: Ce? Iar nu ti se mai scoala ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-5282667271381747627?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/5282667271381747627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=5282667271381747627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5282667271381747627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5282667271381747627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/06/probleme.html' title='Probleme ....'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-6418555355647681067</id><published>2007-06-18T23:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:30:08.130+03:00</updated><title type='text'>How ppl change ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parca am mai scris sau am inceput sa scriu de asta, dar nush daca am si continuat. Si mi-e lene sa caut, asa ca voi mai incerca odata. Stau si ma uit cum unele personaje se cred net superioare atunci cand ajung sa castige cu 100 euro mai mult ca "prietenii". Si atunci se ridica cu pretenii: eu nu mai consum aia, eu nu mai beau aia, eu fac asa si nu mai fac asa, voi va umiliti acolo. Ultima remarca m-a lasat cu niste ochi cascati in intuneric. Am ajuns sa ma umilesc la locul de munca(un loc de munca care e prea bestial din punctul meu de vedere avand in vedere munca/bani). Mai aiurea a fost cand am aflat ca de fapt salariul respectivei erea mai mic decat al celui care se umilea. Like wtf biatch, ai ajuns sa fii sclava acolo, sa-ti fie frica sa nu fii data afar, dar totusi tu nu te-ai umili lucrand acolo unde lucrez eu ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De parca as lucra la serviciul de gunoieri bucuresti(nici macar nush care e numele oficial). Dar unii ne umilim. Mai acu ceva vreme am aflat ca imi reprosa ca imi fac imprumut bancar sa-mi achizitionez o unealta pe 4 roti de mers prin oras, dar nu se uita in oglinda cand isi facea imprumut sa plece intr-o plimbare in strainatati de dragul de a se duce. Darn ... oare banii prostesc atat de mult ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-6418555355647681067?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/6418555355647681067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=6418555355647681067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/6418555355647681067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/6418555355647681067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-ppl-change.html' title='How ppl change ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-453618122149184204</id><published>2007-06-14T23:38:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:14:05.715+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Party ppl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Am fost spre casa cu ceva treaba. Si daca tot m-am dus am zis sa dau pe la mai multa lume sa vad cum si ce fel mai e viata. Am ramas placut sumprins ca peste tot am fost primit bine. Toata lumea a oferit bere(si asa cum am zis mai inainte a fost belea rau) si distractie la maxim, chiar nu ma asteptam sa fie toti asa de binedispusi. Am stat la un pahar de vorba pan pe la doo noaptea, iar drumul spre casa l-am facut pe jos impreuna cu unul din cei cu care am copilarit, amandoi fiind foarte turmentati. Ne-am adus aminte de cand eream copii si pan acas ne-am purtat ca niste copii :) o gramada de glume si voie buna, la un momentdat chiar am ajuns pe undeva pe la nivelul solului. Azi am aflat ca de fapt alcool a fost in mai multe sortimente decat credeam eu :) si am fost surprins ca totusi ieri au venit cam toti cei cu care vorbisem, inclusiv cei de la care nu ma asteptam. Keep up the good work boys :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-453618122149184204?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/453618122149184204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=453618122149184204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/453618122149184204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/453618122149184204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/06/party-ppl.html' title='Party ppl'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-4135384796489968225</id><published>2007-06-14T19:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:43:46.847+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Romania, tara unde nu poti muri listinit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ieri m-am intalnit cu fo cativa amici de prin orasul natal. fiind in vizita pe acolo. Asa ca am trecut de la unu la altu si de fiecare data am fost tratat cu bere, pana seara cand ne-am intalnit fo 5-6 si am continuat cu aceeasi bere. Urmare: azi eram distrus si datorita faptului ca am mancat inainte de a pleca spre bucuresti, pe drum mi s-a facut rau. Am ajuns la popas unde a trebuit sa dau la rate ca mancarea nu avea de gand sa stea acolo unde voiam eu. Mai departe mi-am luat o sticla de apa(sucul cu acid care il basem pe drum presupun ca a avut o oarecare contributie la evolutia starii mele) si m-am urcat inapoi in maxi taxi. Juma de drum m-am simtit relativ bine cu toate ca incepuse sa revina starea initiala. Asa ca dipa inca ceva vreme am fost nevoit sa rog soferul sa traga pe dreapta ca nu aveam de gand sa-i redecorez frumusetea de masina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A oprit omul, m-am dat jos, am alergat pan la un stalp si mi-am mai varsat necazul(la propriu). Incercam sa nu lesin ca nu prea mai avea ce sa iasa dar stomacul meu credea ca mai e ceva acolo si se tot chinuia. Moment in care aud un claxon si soferul strigand la mine: hai mai repede ca nu stau toata ziua. Am ramas blocat, eu muream acolo iar pe el il durea`n kix ca-i crapa calatorul, el voia sa ajunga mai rapid la destinatie. In masina mai erau 3 oameni, nici macar unul nu s-a gandit sa ma intrebe daca ma simt bine, daca am vreo problema, sau ceva, probabil nici daca as fi murit nu i-ar fi interesat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totusi m-am intors la masina si i-am spus sa ma lase sa ma spal si toate cele in caz ca nu vrea sa-i fac totusi ceva decoratiuni si in interior. A fost foarte intelegator cand i-am pus problema asa. Chiar mi-a oferit un loc in fata, la aer sa nu mai am belele. Deci se poate ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-4135384796489968225?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/4135384796489968225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=4135384796489968225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4135384796489968225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4135384796489968225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/06/romania-tara-unde-nu-poti-muri-listinit.html' title='Romania, tara unde nu poti muri listinit'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-3605151529125400109</id><published>2007-06-12T14:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:15:41.038+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard around town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prin fantasticul 41, daca nu ai empe3 si casti in ureci poti avea parte de niste discutii chiar distractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primul caz: mamica impreuna cu al ei prunc de fo 4-5 ani, blah blah yap yap se trezeste pujtiu sa intrebe destul de tare: auzi mami, dar cine ti-a tras-o? moment de liniste in jur, probabil toata lumea astepta raspunsul :D pacat ca nu a venit nici un raspuns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: un gigi la fo 20 si putin vorbind la mobil cu pretena cred. cam asta reiesea din discutie. omu se chinuia sa explice ca i-a mai zis de fo 3 ori ca joi o sa se duca "acolo", nush unde e acolo asta, dar ea nu prea dadea semne sa inteleaga. asa ca s-a gandit el sa o faca sa taca: auzi, da` esti batuta cu pula`n frunte? moment de liniste din partea phomeii. dipa care el continua: ti-am zis ca ma duc, ma duc.  Acu ma intreb de ce a ramas ea blocata, oare chiar fusese batuta? sau a fost doar surprinsa de intrebare si nu stia ce sa raspunda ? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-3605151529125400109?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/3605151529125400109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=3605151529125400109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3605151529125400109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3605151529125400109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/06/overheard-around-town.html' title='Overheard around town'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-1798212238392252193</id><published>2007-06-05T21:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:50:13.464+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ello ... belete aveti ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sau cum sa te distrezi putin cand te intorci de la munci daca ai ceva legitimatii pe care le poti atarna de gat :) Se dau urmatoarele elemente: 2 masculi plicitisiti pe drum spre casa detinatori de astfel de legitimatii de servici, se mai ia la alegere un mijloc de transport cat de cat incarcat astfel incat sa poti totusi circula. Apoi se avanseaza cam pan la jumatatea, se agata legitimatia de gat(in asa fel incat sa fie cu spatele catre calatori pt a nu observa ce tip de legitimatie e) si apoi pe un ton cat mai serios se rostesc urmatoarele: buna ziua.. biletele sau abonamentele dvs va rog. Garantat in momentul urmator veti admira niste priviri surprinse :D mai ales daca acest lucru se intampla pe la ora 7-8 seara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca sa se completeze distractia se merge langa usa exact cand mijlocul de transport e in statie si se continua discutia pe tema controlatului. Azi am avut ca bonus un tanar care in momentul in care ne-a observat a topait rapid jos :D Acu ma gandesc de cand cei de la control merg in pantaloni scurti la munca si is relativ tineri ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-1798212238392252193?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/1798212238392252193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=1798212238392252193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1798212238392252193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1798212238392252193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/06/ello-belete-aveti.html' title='Ello ... belete aveti ?'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-4858149331594699746</id><published>2007-06-05T16:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:13:37.731+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eLYl9ugcRMk/RmVqfJoY6cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_s1G9HOMyKc/s1600-h/be+polite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eLYl9ugcRMk/RmVqfJoY6cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_s1G9HOMyKc/s400/be+polite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072577638696544706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-4858149331594699746?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/4858149331594699746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=4858149331594699746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4858149331594699746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4858149331594699746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/06/just.html' title='Just ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eLYl9ugcRMk/RmVqfJoY6cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_s1G9HOMyKc/s72-c/be+polite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-1644865204658340240</id><published>2007-05-25T23:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T00:03:58.993+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing ... me, myself and i ... and ... you</title><content type='html'>`nough said...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-1644865204658340240?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/1644865204658340240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=1644865204658340240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1644865204658340240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1644865204658340240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/05/missing-me-myself-and-i-and-you.html' title='Missing ... me, myself and i ... and ... you'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-8963334538035973822</id><published>2007-05-09T10:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:50:09.913+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumurile noastre toate ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bucuresti, soare puternic, parul sta bine. Ceasul nu indica bine totusi. Sunt in intarziere iar mijloacele de transport in comun doar ce au parasit statia. Si erau chiar doua. Apare intrebarea: luam un taxiu pan la munca si impartim juma-juma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment de gandire pt cel cu care eram, cercetarea orizontului(nu se vedea nik) si decizia e luata:luam taxiul(mai ales ca in mod ciudat intersectia era destul de libera in sensul in care voiam noi sa plecam&gt;&gt;&gt;lucru bun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urcat in taxiu, plecat, mers 500 m, blocat in trafic. Peste tot pe unde incercam sa gasim un mod de a scapa era blocat, claxoane, masini peste masini. Noroc cu radioul ca ne-au anuntat pe unde se fac lucrari: PESTE TOT PE UNDE AM FI VRUT NOI SA INCERCAM SA PLECAM. Viteza de deplasare e in medie 4 km pe ora. Joy and fun. Deja ma gandeam ca intarziam mai mult cu taxiul decat as fi intarziat cu RATB-ul. Totusi t aximetristul, baiat destept, a stiut pe unde sa coteasca si ne-a dus la timp la munca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partea buna: ajuns la timp(cu toate ca ar fi trebuit sa ajungem mult mai "la timp") si economisit banii de bilet. Partea proasta: dat o gramada de bani la taxiu la cat am stat in trafic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluzia: drumurile noastre duc in blocaje. Traiasca primaria!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-8963334538035973822?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/8963334538035973822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=8963334538035973822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8963334538035973822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8963334538035973822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/05/drumurile-noastre-toate.html' title='Drumurile noastre toate ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-5509059172453366233</id><published>2007-05-09T10:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T10:16:08.386+03:00</updated><title type='text'>It has begun</title><content type='html'>Dap, usor usor a venit vara. Soare, caldura, frumos afar, timp de plimbat prin parc, dat in barci, treburi d'astea. Dar odata cu vara si caldura si toate cele au venit si mirosurile. Si cum eu ma plimb spre si de la servici cu fantasticul 41 aseara a fost prima zi cand nasul meu voia concediu. La un momentdat am inceput sa cred ca ala care pute sunt eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiu ca in evul mediu or some some era long before me oamenii credeau ca apa e nociva. Ei bine newsflash: NU E!!!! nici sapunul, si is si destul de ieftine. Si iar regret faptul ca nu mi-am luat bicicleta sa ma duc la munci, respectiv sa ma intorc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ppl wash yerselfs!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-5509059172453366233?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/5509059172453366233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=5509059172453366233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5509059172453366233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5509059172453366233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-has-begun.html' title='It has begun'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-3792675364666280142</id><published>2007-05-02T12:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T17:26:38.502+03:00</updated><title type='text'>"v-am spus ca e scump"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 mai. plicitiseala maxima asa ca ne-am decis sa iesim prin Cismigiu sa ne mai dezmortim oasele. 3 baieti 4 fete, plimbari lungi, vorbareala peste vorbareala, caldura mare. La un momentdat ne-am hotarat sa poposim la una din terasele de pe malul lacului pt o pizza si o bere. Ne-am invartit putin poate gasim locuri insa la 2 din ele nici o sansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajungem la a 3-a. Intra unu dintre noi, gaseste masa destul de greu, si ne cheama. Intram si noi si suntem intampinati de cel care probabil era mai shef peste chelnerii tineri(era mai boshorog si dicta ce si cum p'acolo). Si incepe sa-si tina discursul, discurs pe care il repeta tuturor celor mai tineri(pan in 30 de ani) dar nu isi permitea sa-l spuna si celor mai in varsta: Stiti ca aici se mananca(probabil voia sa spuna ca e obligatoriu sa consumi si d'ale gurii) si nu mai avem mese momentan decat daca serviti si masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initial l-am ignorat, crezand ca nu vorbeste cu noi. Totusi era insistent in ceea ce spunea acolo asa ca l-am asigurat ca vom lua si masa(n-am reusit sa o demontez la plecare totusi). Si ne-am asezat, deja scarbit de taranismul de care dadea dovada. Acu stau si ma gandesc de ce e nevoie de imbecilitatea respectiva? Poate totusi nu imi era foame, poate nu voiam sa mananc, dar totusi consumam alte chestii care ar fi costat mult mai mult decat o amarata de pizza sau cine stie ce salata. De ce tre sa ma avertizezi ca acolo "se mananca"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi incepe asteptarea. Si stam, stam, stam, ne uitam pe meniuri de vreo 3 ori, si iar stam. Auzim replica trantita celor 15 perechi de clienti: "stiti? aici se mananca!". Si iar stam, deja toata lumea lasase meniul jos si asteptam. Si se opreste langa noi. se uita, se intoarce si zice altuia:"Sa vina edi sa ia comanda" si pleaca. si apoi iar stam, stam, stam. Luam iar meniurile la mana si incepem sa radem de ce mai gaseam pe acolo(preturile fiind destul de piperate, dar nah ...). Si iar stam, ne uitam in stanga, in dreapta, iar mai stam, se mai plictisesc unii pe langa noi si se muta la alta masa, si mai stam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne enervam ca edi nu mai apare si hotaram sa plecam in alta parte. Moment in care m-am ridicat si imi pare rau ca am fost primul care a iesit d'acolo. Gigel incepuse sa tipe in spatele nostru, de la dreaq stie ce distanta era fata de locul unde statusem noi: "v-am spus ca e scump!!!".Acu stau si ma gandesc(tinand cont ca mai fusesem acolo de cateva ori si stiam care e situatia cu preturile si atunci nu am avut incidente de genu ala), pt ce mortii masii trebuia sa se bage el in seama si sa ne futa ziua ? Probabil a sughitat toata seara la cate urari de bine a avut parte batranu`...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-3792675364666280142?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/3792675364666280142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=3792675364666280142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3792675364666280142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3792675364666280142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/05/v-am-spus-ca-e-scump.html' title='&quot;v-am spus ca e scump&quot;'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-5914570105317611337</id><published>2007-04-27T14:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T22:05:41.777+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultima moda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Multi prosti pe lumea asta ... dar de ce atat de multi merg cu 41 ? Inca somnoros am pornit spre locul de munca, impreuna cu un coleg. Ajungem in statie la 41, destul de multa lume(ca de obicei la ore matinale), mergem spre centrul statiei cand un sunet imi zgarie ceea ce ar trebui sa fie creier:o manea. Momentul urmator am inceput sa-l caut pe individul cu telefonul pe care nu are doi euro sa sune dar are manele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individ localizat, bufnit in ras instant cand am observat ce incerca el sa faca. Ceea ce probabil se numea bagarea in seama cu o pujtoaica, care se simtea destul de aiurea dipa cum incerca sa plece de acolo. Totusi imbracamintea era mai ceva ca modul de bagat in seama si m-am decis sa imi fac si eu o asemenea garderoba: adidasi vai de mama lor, pantaloni de trening care seamana cu pijamalele, si ultima bomba, sosete albe ... lungi pan la genunchi probabil, si rotite spre glezna dar peste pantalonii care probabil se terminau in adidasi. tricoul nu l-am observat iar freza era varianta gel din belshug si o incercare de creasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja e modelul meu in viata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-5914570105317611337?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/5914570105317611337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=5914570105317611337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5914570105317611337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5914570105317611337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/04/ultima-moda.html' title='Ultima moda'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-4401745040347551370</id><published>2007-04-25T13:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:13:38.187+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart cars ... smart parking ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLYl9ugcRMk/Ri9DRgVCE7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NMBN6w3UAHk/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLYl9ugcRMk/Ri9DRgVCE7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NMBN6w3UAHk/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057334874575344562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In drum spre locul de munca am avut placerea de a observa un mod mai ... fain de a parca masina.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-4401745040347551370?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/4401745040347551370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=4401745040347551370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4401745040347551370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4401745040347551370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/04/smart-cars-smart-parking.html' title='Smart cars ... smart parking ?'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eLYl9ugcRMk/Ri9DRgVCE7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NMBN6w3UAHk/s72-c/21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-1731834312699214995</id><published>2007-04-23T21:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:08:03.529+02:00</updated><title type='text'>How time goes away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One week went away since it started .. .slowly but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ui asa usor usor ceea ce ar fi trebuit sa se schimbe eventual greu a devenit mai mult o fantoma. Hard but maybe it's better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-1731834312699214995?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/1731834312699214995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=1731834312699214995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1731834312699214995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1731834312699214995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/04/how-time-goes-away.html' title='How time goes away...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-7361735852931926914</id><published>2007-04-23T20:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:04:28.146+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De ce ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O gramada de intrebari care incep cu "de ce?". De ce atunci cand lumea da de ceva resurse monetare se schimba ? De ce unii sunt incapatanati ? De ce prefera lumea sa joace pe varianta "eu nu-s ca restu, eu is special". Is o gramada de ipostaze cand ajung sa ma intreb "de ce?".  Poate si eu ajung sa fiu diferit in anumite privinte dar tind sa cred ca nu is atat de banale. Mi-s satul sa vad oameni(si aici includ si amicii/prietenii) care vor ei sa fie diferiti prin a x-a chestie. Oare daca unii castiga cu doo milioane mai mult ca mine se simt mai bine ? sunt diferiti ? se distreaza mai bine? au uitat vremurile cand mergeam impreuna si imparteam x chestii ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sau prefera sa fie incapatanati si sa astepte pana cand celalalt cedeaza. Dar daca celalalt a cedat de prea multe ori? Daca celalalt e satul si acu asteapta sperand, si cu toate ca realizeaza ca nu o sa se mai intample nimic, ramane pe pozitii? Peste ceva timp(luni/ani) amandoi or sa realizeze cat de prosti au fost si cat de multe au pierdut, si atunci nu o sa mai fie decat sentimentul de regret in urma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De ce prefera unii sa fie ei top of the chain ? Daca tu spui ca un anume gigi a facut aia el/ea o sa spuna ca a facut de 3 ori mai repede. Sau ca daca nu ea/el a facut, atunci un coleg/amic/prieten bun a facut aia si vai e atat de special. Chiar credeti ca ma intereseaza, sau credeti ca toti vor incepe sa planga acu ? de ce de fiecare data tre sa exista un jijiracheta care e mult mai bun la orice ? va simtiti mai bine ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oare pt unii nu realizati cand restu` devin plictisiti/sictiriti de aceleasi povestiri cu acelasi personaje care is mai bune decat superma/wonderwoman/batman si alti supereroi, toti adunati ? Chiar sunteti banali. Sau daca va laudati, intelegem odata, de doo ori, de trei, dar mai terminati in pola mea ca e penibil sa tot zici on and on the same shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-7361735852931926914?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/7361735852931926914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=7361735852931926914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/7361735852931926914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/7361735852931926914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/04/de-ce.html' title='De ce ?'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-5977526198056414897</id><published>2007-04-20T13:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T13:46:40.069+02:00</updated><title type='text'>16 years ...</title><content type='html'>went by... rather fast i'd say, a lot of things changed around but life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to see ya` next year also&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-5977526198056414897?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/5977526198056414897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=5977526198056414897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5977526198056414897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5977526198056414897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/04/16-years.html' title='16 years ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-3486421823604215798</id><published>2007-04-14T16:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T22:02:31.852+02:00</updated><title type='text'>where`s ma` biatches ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De mici incep sa suga.  Si la propriu si la figurat. Am avut ocazia sa folosesc internetul asta la diverse chestii. In afar de downloadat porn :) Si usor usor am mai intrat si in contact cu diversi oameni din diverse tari. Impresia lor despre romania, in mare parte aceeasi: hoti si tarfe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nu prea aveam cum sa le schimb parerea, dar am fost mai surprins cand am aflat ca pana si prietena mea de atunci incerca sa "faca bani pe net". Mai exact la vrajit babalai poate poate o mai scoate si ea fun dolar. Lucru care l-a invatat de la o colega de clasa. Ca aleia ii mergea afacerea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai exact despre afacerea colegii de clasa: o tipa care arata cat de cat bine, care sugea de la pretenu` ei o gramada da voia si mai mult. asa ca s-a apucat si de prostit babalai pe net. partea si mai aiurea e ca prietenu stia. acu nush cum is altii dar eu unul mi-s satul de lipitori. si m-as simti si mai aiurea sa stiu ca si prietena mea face asta(cum de altfel m-am si simtit). Acu o parte interesanta. Respectiva a tot supt de la ala de peste hotare pan cand ala s-a gandit sa vina sa o vada. Si a venit. Iar ea s-a gandit sa se duca sa il cunoasca, dar impreuna cu prietenul ei din romania. Acu care e mai prost ? Ala d'afar sau ala d'aici ? Ca ea in nici un caz nu era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inapoi la prietena mea. I-am si explicat: "daca nu ai bani nu face pe tarfa sa ceri de la altii. Daca esti multumita cu mine si de felul in care ne descurcam, bine, daca nu, jet." Pt o perioada intelesese. Apoi se apucase iar, ca voia sa isi ia nush ce kkt. Un motiv de cearta (printre multe altele). Dipa ceva vreme se mandrea ca se uita nush care dintr-un bmw la ea. Maine poimaine imi va trimite vederi din spania :) Succes fetito, ca oricum bani n-ai primit de la niciunu. Tre sa oferi si ceva la schimb ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-3486421823604215798?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/3486421823604215798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=3486421823604215798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3486421823604215798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3486421823604215798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/04/romanian-biatches.html' title='where`s ma` biatches ?'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-6069761409681661540</id><published>2007-04-14T14:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T14:36:08.666+02:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things come to an end ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well the title says it all. One way or another everythin` ends sooner or later. Usually they end in "the other" part and in that moment life sucks. And you think bout the past, bout all the nice things you've done together, all the plans you made, and slowly, memory by memory, you reach the moment when things weren't nice anymore, the moments when lies were in the air like flies float around shit. And in that moment you realise how dumb fuck you were and that love it's just a word said to give hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days went by, yet she still won't say it's over. Keeps tellin` that she still thinks bout the moment when you're gonna be together again. Meanwhile she's in another ones arms. How the heck can you say such things when you're lickin` the other one? "He was so kind back then and knew how to treat me" well ofc he was and he did, after all he knew all that it happened between us so he knew what he shouldn't do. But a bit later he ain't like that no more it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while she starts again: "i've read this in some magic shit:you and the ex will remain friends for all yer life and yada yada". Weird, do ya` really think i'll be friend to the one who fucked with those feelings, with the one to whom i gave everythin` ? "Friendship often turns to love, but love into friendship ... never"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then decides that maybe, and maybe and then no again and no but ... all in all let's keep the decision she took a while back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on i hear the "i don't care bout that dumb fuck, he's an idiot he doesn't know what he wants from his life blah blah". 2 days later they're back together. Now i really wonder who's the one that doesn't know what wants from life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't finish to wonder cuz i hear again: "i don't care but now i'll get my revenge on him and i'll make him suffer". Like girl grow up and decide where do ya` wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with a bit of regret for what she used to mean, the "farewell" part came.I'll miss those big eyes and that smile that was so hard to get ... How some ppl change ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-6069761409681661540?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/6069761409681661540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=6069761409681661540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/6069761409681661540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/6069761409681661540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='All good things come to an end ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-2249656718831572858</id><published>2007-04-13T16:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T19:43:19.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'>vineri 13</title><content type='html'>ultima oara cand imi aminteam de data de 13 era o zi de marti. cu al meu coleg de munci radeam in statia de tramvai: "hai ba, marti 13 ... ce poate fi rau azi? zi senina, nu e nici aglomerat". el se uita la mine, se uita in jur ... si zice: "ai vb tu ... sigur e ceva aiurea"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si a fost. 41 n-a mers, taxiuri nu erau, asa ca am plecat sa cautam. la dreaq. si am gasit. pe langa faptu ca a trebuit sa traversam bucurestiul la ora 9 cand mergeam cu 5 km pe ora, a mai fost si fo 25 ron si ne-a luat si o ora. in aceeasi zi o gramada de nervi pe diverse teme(munca, joaca, phomela)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;azi e vineri 13. o alta zi fantastica. trezit la timp, adormit inapoi trezit dipa o ora. plecat cu taxiul (macar de data asta nu a mai fost trafic) si durut inima toata ziua ca mai e o gramada pan la salar iar eu is pe jar. fantastic totusi ca azi(pana in momentul de fata) a fost o zi cat se poate de calma. de fapt a fost ca nu s-a terminat. dar am primit o &lt;a href="http://www.zambilici.ro/comic/0312"&gt;chestie funny&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m-a bufnit rasu ca mai devreme eram instiintat ca in weekendul asta voi fi chemat la un gratar. de fapt overtime la munci. ce dreaq poate mere prost ? sau mai prost ? the day ain't over yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-2249656718831572858?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/2249656718831572858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=2249656718831572858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/2249656718831572858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/2249656718831572858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/04/vineri-13.html' title='vineri 13'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-3947359219973804366</id><published>2007-04-13T16:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T16:46:13.078+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ce faci?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;intrebare pe care probabil o folosesc si eu. dar ma astept la un alt raspuns decat la "bine". respectiv ce faci in momentul ala, cu ce te ocupi. totusi nu inteleg de ce cel putin un sfert din lista de mesengereanu se baga`n seama si incep : salut, ce faci?. de obicei cand mi-s la munca. si aproape toti stiu unde muncesc. cam care ar fi sansa ca in timp ce sunt la munca sa le raspund ca ma bronzez ? sau ca ma dau cu sania ? sau ca vopsesc masina ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF do ya` motha` fucka` ask that shit ? si ca sa fie si mai bestial dipa raspunsul meu urmeaza repriza de zambete si alte emoteicons din colectia mesengereanului. intreb si eu vreo doo intrebari de viata si alte chestii, primesc un da/nu si 10 zambete dintzi expusi la soare si limbi atarnate, si apoi liniste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de ce dreaq te mai bagi in seama daca termini dipa "ce faci?". te plictisesti si in aerul din capul tau a aparut ideea "hai sa stresam lumea?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o varianta mai noua, si care m-a cam lasat uimit(mai ales ca observ ca prostia se extinde si la oamenii la care nu ma asteptam) dat mass cu "ce faci?" sau alte chestii asemenea care sa lase impresia ca de fapt vrea sa vb doar cu tine. ok, am inteles retardatii de 15-18 ani care si-au tras si ei net, au adaugat 50 de oameni si vor sa se laude cu diverse chestii si dau cu massu(dar la dictamai lista de ignore cu care ma mandresc nu cred ca mai am d'astia) dar astia de sunteti mai apropiati de varsta mea ce dreaq ati patit ? v-a prostit caldura ? (si e doar primavara, oare la vara la ce sa ma astept?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-3947359219973804366?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/3947359219973804366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=3947359219973804366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3947359219973804366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3947359219973804366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/04/ce-faci.html' title='Ce faci?'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-4905519281805244952</id><published>2007-04-13T00:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T00:03:32.287+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oare cat o sa dureze</title><content type='html'>ignoranta ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my guess - it has begun and it will never end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-4905519281805244952?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/4905519281805244952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=4905519281805244952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4905519281805244952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4905519281805244952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/04/oare-cat-o-sa-dureze.html' title='Oare cat o sa dureze'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-6255971356881202485</id><published>2007-04-09T19:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T19:27:59.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiente ... inedite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si au venit sarbatorile pascale. Au venit, au plecat, toate bune si frumoase :) Ca mai tot romanu mi-am luat bagajul si am pasit spre taramurile parintesti impreuna cu inca fo catziva amici. Sarbatorind reuniunea de pe meleagurile parintesti ne-am imbarcat intr-o masina si ne-am deplasat sa mai depanam cateva amintiri la fo doo pahare de bere. Relativ surprinsi aflam ca unul dintre cei veniti s-a "impacat" cu vechea lui uibire si se prezinta cu ea la intrunire(majoritatea celor prezenti cam stiau ce se implantase si nu prea o avea lumea la inima, dar cum cu uibirea nu te pui, nimeni n-a obiectat). Ne adunam cu mic cu mare, o bere, doo, trei, o pizza, glume, zambete si fericire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ar trebui precizat ca cea de care spuneam mai sus ca nu prea era "d'a noastra" este o persoana cu un apetit sexual de invidiat si care se cam lauda cu reusitele ei, avand si o oarecare "faima" printre cei de fata. Era imbracata cu o bluza neagra care avea la marginea gulerului o bucatila alba. Dupa cum era bluza ii ajungea cam pe la urechi iar in momentul in care si-a strans parul am avut impresia ca partile albe sunt legate de urechi (nu intrebati mai multe). Asa ca am indraznit si am intrebat: "Ce ai alb pe urechi?". Moment in care, deja panicata, isi duce mainile la urechi cu o fata foarte stanjenita, si incepe sa stearga "urmele".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi adaug: "Parca ai doo sfori, sau ceva alb legat de urechi". Se aude din stanga:"E gulerul ma". Situatia e clarificata rapid dar totusi in momentul urmator tipa spune stanjenita: "vai am crezut ...". Nu a apucat sa termine prea bine ca toata lumea era pe burta de ras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo motha` fucka ... mai bine iti puneai pe frunte un semn: doar ce am supt pola si nush daca  m-am sters bine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-6255971356881202485?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/6255971356881202485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=6255971356881202485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/6255971356881202485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/6255971356881202485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/04/experiente-inedite.html' title='Experiente ... inedite'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-4001017671234834574</id><published>2007-03-09T10:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T11:05:52.729+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bombe ... din familie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nu cred ca am mai precizat pan acu. In bucuresti locuiesc intr-un apartament cu inca doi mameluci. Unul din el imi e amic, celalalt var. Ne stim de ceva vreme, si cum salaru nu e gigantic sa-mi permit sa stau singur imi place ca se impart cheltuielile si iese o gramada de distractie acolo. Din gand in gand ne mai viziteaza matusa, mai sa verifice cum e cu taxele si ce mai tre platit (mai ales ca noi ne ducem sa platim toate cele din paste`n craciun) mai face curatenie pe ici pe colo si nu in ultimul rand se trezeste sa ne faca morala pe toate temele posibile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-a anuntat venirea acu fo sapt. Ieri a venit. Datorita faptului ca am incercat pe cat posibil sa evitam "dialogurile" care is mai mult monologuri din moment ce ea e "taca taca taca" iar noi "da" "ihi" "asa o sa facem" am avut program de overtime la munci. dotea cat cuprinde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajungem acas, ne pregatim sufleteste pt ce va urma, intram, si tzip din hol "salut tusha!!!".  Se aude un ceva de dincolo dar foarte incet. Amicul meu verifica repede bucataria sa vada daca a venit sau nu tusha. Curatenie p'acolo, deci a venit. Pasesc spre camera varului meu, si inteleg de ce era listinine. Tusha dormea. Ne-am hotarat sa nu deranjam fiind foarte fericiti ca am scapat de morala. cel putin pe ziua respectiva :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trezit dimineata cam tarziu, pregatit de plecat la munca. Belea, se trezise si tusha. Asteptam morala. N-a venit, iar fericire iar alea alea. Totusi inainte sa plecam(varul meu plecase deja) se gandeste ea sa mai discute oleaca cu noi. Cum e vremea, ce gagici mai avem, si bineinteles se ajunge si la intrebarea "da asta n-are ma nici o gagica?" (asta fiind fiul ei). Problema destul de mare din moment ce pujtiu respectiv nu prea are o relatie constanta de ceva vreme(2 zile deja e o relatie extrem de lunga) Rasete glume alea alea dipa care pica bomba: "i-am zis sa-mi spuna daca e ghei. poate nah ... ca lumea isi mai schimba parerea si ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa-mi pice fata. Nah belea, eo unu nu m-am gandit la asta, dar daca a ajuns sa se gandeasca ea e cam grav.Din noaptea asta dorm cu usa incuiata la camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-4001017671234834574?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/4001017671234834574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=4001017671234834574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4001017671234834574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4001017671234834574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/03/bombe-din-familie.html' title='Bombe ... din familie'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-4343148525952911965</id><published>2007-03-04T21:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T22:51:43.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sfaturi parintesti ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pujtiu si-a luat o vacanta si s-a dus p'acas sa se mai relaxeze. Mai un pahar de vorba cu ai` batrani, mai un pahar de bere cu fo cativa prieteni mai din copchilarie. Toate bune si frumoase. In ziua in care trebuia sa ma reintorc la Bucuresti am ramas masca la sfaturile care mi le-a trantit a mea mama direct si pe nerasuflate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De cand eram copchil si pan acu n-am avut obiceiul sa discut despre relatiile mele. Primu sfat care mi l-a dat cand a observat ea ca am crescut oleaca si am inceput sa zburd a fost scurt si la obiect: "Baiete ai grija ca femeile`s perverse". In rest nu existau discutii pe tema gagicilor din viata mea, dar se intelegea bine cu fiecare care trecea pe acas pe la mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate bune si frumoase. Apoi am petrecut o oarecare perioada destul de lunga alaturi de una singura. Nu mai eram saltaret ca inainte asa ca incet incet s-au schimbat niste lucruri, lucruri care probabil le-a observat si ea. Relatia s-a terminat, iar pt o perioada eram cam "pierdut". Si cum o mama isi cunoaste foarte bine copilul probabil si-a dat seama. Cu toate ca nu am mai discutat pe tema cu exa prea mult, mai punea intrebari pe ici pe colo, in ziua respectiva cand stateam la masa, fara sa abordam subiectul imi tranteste: "Ce te tot injosesti atata? Ai incercat, nu mai mere, mergi mai departe. Mai sunt si altele." Moment in care am ramas blocat. Era al 2-lea sfat pe care mi-l dadea mama in materie de gagici. Oare ce mai urmeaza ? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-4343148525952911965?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/4343148525952911965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=4343148525952911965' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4343148525952911965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4343148525952911965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/03/sfaturi-parintesti.html' title='Sfaturi parintesti ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-8359297307268865818</id><published>2007-02-25T02:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T02:32:11.622+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ne-am luat unelte ...</title><content type='html'>Acu ceva vreme a venit intretinerea. Mai mai sa-mi cedeze inima cand am vazut cat trebuie sa platim. Asa ca mai ca orice roman care e tras in piept m-am gandit sa returnez favoarea. Gaseste o modalitate de scos repartitoarele de caldura dipa calorifer in asa fel incat sa ma plimb in tricou prin casa. Uitat prin spate, prin fata, ajuns la concluzia ca nu avem unelte in casa. Mers si cumparat un patent. Din pacate n-am reusit sa dau trebile alea jos dar nici nu m-am mai chinuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azi am fost la patinoar si pe la ora 1 m-am intors acas impreuna cu colegul de apartament. Acu o sa va intrebati unde vreau eu sa ajung. Asa ca intra omu la dus sa-si dea jos jegu dipa gheata. In doo min vine inapoi tipand ca vrea si el patentu. acu ma intrebam ce are de gand sa faca. sa bata in tzeava poate vine apa calda ? (il auzeam ca tipa cum ca nu venea deloc apa calda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si il intreb ce are de gand sa faca. Raspunsul m-a cam uimit: sa-mi desfac shamponul. Ranjetul pe fata mea a aparut instant dar el era foarte serios. Si imi intinde recipientul ce continea shamponul. Dipa fo doo incercari i-am dat inapoi shamponul si in acelasi timp si patentul. Bine macar ca nu am dat banii aiurea pe patent si l-am folosit si noi odata :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-8359297307268865818?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/8359297307268865818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=8359297307268865818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8359297307268865818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8359297307268865818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/02/ne-am-luat-unelte.html' title='ne-am luat unelte ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-7478231213909373776</id><published>2007-02-19T16:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:10:46.202+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Azi mi-s indragostit ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De cine nush dar cert e ca asa scrie in horoscopu de l-am cetit azidimineata. Probabil mi-s indragostit de singurul lucru care imi da tarcoale de ceva vreme: plictiseala acuta. Nu se mai intampla nimic nou. Aceeasi monotonie constanta, mult mai apasatoare din motive financiare (uni dreaq s-a evaporat salaru` luna asta nush ca de obicei aveam bani sa imprumut juma de echipa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totusi ca tot stau si ma gandesc m-a mai lovit o treaba. De ce dreaq in ziua de azi cand toata lumea se foloseste de internet sa chatuiasca si sa ceara diverse chestii pt diverse treburi, mai toti babalaii cu minte necoapta, isi fac iduri de gagici. Oare adora sa fie fetite ? le-as recomanda o plimbare la mititica unde in mod sigur or sa ajunga phomei de casa. probabil o sa le si placa. Mai stau sa mai si tipe "eu mi-s fata!!!11one".  Oare cred ca daca se dau drept phetitze lumea le va pica la picioare ? Pe langa faptul ca deja o parte din ceilalti probabil doresc sa le dea &lt;a href="http://www.gigel.org/iapula"&gt;sanatate&lt;/a&gt; dipa ce lumea afla ca erau niste travestiti infecti primesc  si mai multa &lt;a href="http://www.gigel.org/iapula"&gt;sanatate&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ca tot mi-s gamer inrait si am jucat o gramada de joace online am ramas tot mai prost de varietatea nickurilor cu care unii terminati joaca danduse drept bimboline. Un mic sfat pt idiotii care folosesc "dulcik, frumushik, bombonik" : luati pola ba ca s-au dus vremurile mircului cand stateati la asl pls. Pana si un copchil de 10 ani se uita si tzipa direct: n00b travestit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-7478231213909373776?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/7478231213909373776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=7478231213909373776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/7478231213909373776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/7478231213909373776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/02/azi-mi-s-indragostit.html' title='Azi mi-s indragostit ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-3956841494853561288</id><published>2007-02-16T14:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T14:45:13.123+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Al 6-lea an</title><content type='html'>In timpul pauzei in care impreuna cu inca fo catziva tipam pe aici "stun doom heal stun stun doom" (pt necunoscatori ma jucam dota) aud o discutie la telefon intre un coleg de pe aici si mama lui. Discutie care era cam asa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiul: Mama calmeaza-te. Nu are cum nu intelegi? Nu are cum!&lt;br /&gt;Mama: blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Fiul: Mama intelege ca nu are cum. Am luat examenul asta cu 10. Nu mama nu....&lt;br /&gt;Mama: blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Fiul: Mama nu exista nici un al 6-lea an. Nu exista. Ce vrei sa fac in al 6-lea an?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment in care mi-a pierit cheful de joaca pt ca am inceput sa rad in hohote. Mama ei de facultate, stiu si eu cum e: Primii 10 ani is grei ... pan ajungi in anul 3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-3956841494853561288?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/3956841494853561288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=3956841494853561288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3956841494853561288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3956841494853561288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/02/al-6-lea.html' title='Al 6-lea an'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-4602163684422764886</id><published>2007-02-16T11:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T11:05:58.325+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sârma wãã!!</title><content type='html'>Am observit eu de fo doo zile cum ca am inceput sa vorbiesc cu un incredibil accient moldovinesc. Stau si ma gandiesc de la ce se trage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-4602163684422764886?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/4602163684422764886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=4602163684422764886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4602163684422764886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/4602163684422764886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/02/srma-b.html' title='Sârma wãã!!'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-1375772837214116479</id><published>2007-02-14T10:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T14:21:56.507+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziua lu` nea valentin ...</title><content type='html'>am ajuns la munci oleaca mai tarliu datorita traficului infernal din bucuresti. Asa ca am cam ratat inceputul spamului dar totusi o sa copii prima parte &gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:navy;"  &gt;In calendarul crestin orotdox  :&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;Miercuri,&lt;br /&gt;14 februarie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img id="_x0000_i1026" src="cid:image001.gif@01C7501D.E450E950" height="1" width="140" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.calendar-ortodox.ro/luna/februarie/februarie14.htm" style="background-position: 0% 50%; background-attachment: scroll;" href="http://www.calendar-ortodox.ro/luna/februarie/februarie14.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span title="http://www.calendar-ortodox.ro/luna/februarie/februarie14.htm" style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span title="http://www.calendar-ortodox.ro/luna/februarie/februarie14.htm" style="text-decoration: none;font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;color:black;"   &gt;• Cuv.  Auxentiu&lt;br /&gt;• Cuv.  Maron&lt;br /&gt;• Cuv.  Avraam&lt;br /&gt;• Cuv.  Filimon, ep. Gazei&lt;br /&gt;• Gheorghe  croitorul, Metilineanul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;In calendarul  catolic:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;14 Miercuri Sf. Axente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:navy;"  &gt;Musulmanii si budistii nu cred ca au numele  Valentin in lista lor de nume de sfinti.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:navy;"  &gt;Si asa ajungem la intrebarea: de unde atata  Valentin nene ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:navy;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:navy;"  &gt;Ps. Astept cu nerabdare sarbatorirea in  Romania a Zilei Recunostintei, a Zilei de 4 Iulie, a Zilei Mortilor (Mexic), a  Saptamanii Carnavalului de la Rio (Brazilia) si a altor sarbatori straine,  importate la kilogram in sperantza de a fi “cul”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:navy;"  &gt;Pentru Valentini si Valentine, sa fie  sanatosi si fericiti, iar pentru indragostiti … “get a room”. Am  zis!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumbs up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later edit: Si pt a reveni asupra acestui subiect abordat mai pe toate blogurile. De ce e nevoie de o zi speciala pt a arata cat de indragostiti is unii. Fiecare zi alaturi de persoana iubita ar trebui sa fie o zi speciala cu toate ca pt unii mai devreme sau mai tarziu e posibil sa intervina monotonia. So to the dumb fucks with the "OMG today is valentine's day i need to walk on my knees and yada yada" go fock yerself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-1375772837214116479?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/1375772837214116479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=1375772837214116479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1375772837214116479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1375772837214116479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/02/ziua-lu-nea-valentin.html' title='Ziua lu` nea valentin ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-1370160944108178790</id><published>2007-02-12T10:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:58:28.689+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Am mintit sa nu-l ranesc ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mai ceva ca`n telenovele. Partea proasta e ca se intampla in viata de zi cu zi. Peste tot. "Iubi am vrut sa facem o pauza pt ca nu mai suportam.(declaratia era cu o luna inainte) Dar constiinta ma omoara si sa stii ca ieri am acceptat sa ies cu altcineva."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toate bune si frumoase, omu isi trage aer in piept, cere detalii, spune ca inca o iubeste, inca mai spera poate poate. In cele din urma dipa mari lupte ei decid sa ramana amici ca s-au simtit prea bine impreuna. Apoi pe la 23:30 se trezeste actualul respectivei: man ce faci? mie imi pare rau de tine. chiar nu mi-a placut ca nu ti-a zis clar de la inceput. noi ne-am vazut imediat cum v-ati despartit voi(acu o luna).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varianta oficiala de la ea cu "am acceptat sa ies cu cineva" am auzit-o acu o sapt. Mai exact tot din gura ei, sunt de 3 zile impreuna. Am i missing somethin` here ? Colac peste pupaza de cand dreaq am nevoie sa-mi planga de mila actualul care stie prin ce trec (un pujti care la 21 de ani a reusit sa scape de virginitate cu una care l-a parasit dipa) ca a fost si el in aceeasi situatie si blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am fost baiat simtit si am discutat foarte calm si vb aia :"lasa`ncet ca spune tot". Si ui ca aflu cum anumite chestii care le stia doar tipa respectiva pt ca omul indragostit vede doar inainte le stie acu si asta. si chiar ii pare rau pt mine ca e greu si stie ca nu pot sa trec dar "man ai zis ca nu mai incerci" Nu mai incerc ce ? nu mai incerc sa o recuceresc pe cea pe care am iubit-o ? eh acu poti sa fii sigur ca nu mai incerc. "Dar man sa stii ca eu nu m-am opus ca ea sa se intoarca la tine". Poi din moment ce tu stii fiecare miscare care a fost in relatia noastra logic ca nu te-ai opus. doar ai reusit sa o convingi ca tu nu o sa faci la fel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cea mai tare faza a venit in momentu "stiu ca e greu sa o pierzi, mai ales cand stii ca ai pierdut-o din cauza ta". Moment in care sticla de vin de pe birou mi s-a parut o unealta extraordinara de torturat. Acu stau si ma intreb. Oare ce voia omu sa faca ? Sa ma faca sa ma simt atat de prost incat sa nu mai incerc sa-i fur prada ? Sa ma faca sa ma duc sa ma sinucid ca "ea nu ma mai iubeste"? Sau ca orice mascul feroce tre sa se laude cu noua lui victorie si sa urle ca el e leul ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi: "man dar si cu tine facea tot asa? si cu aia ? si cu ailalta?". dintr-un oarecare motiv am fost foarte sincer cu el. poate trebuia sa-l prostesc pe fata. Mai aiurea e ca din moment ce stia tot ce se intamplase pe parcursul timpului in care eu n-am mai fost impreuna cu ea de ce tinea acu sa auda exact acelasi lucru si din gura mea ? Nu e chiar asa de stabila situatia ? Sau simte ca de fapt leoaica poarta pantalonii acolo ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acu astept sa apara gogoasa si sa incep cu intrebarile :) Pariez ca explicatia va fi cea din titlu: "ti-am ascuns adevarul pt ca nu am vrut sa te ranesc". Mama ei de dragoste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. post in care-mi plang de mila :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-1370160944108178790?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/1370160944108178790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=1370160944108178790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1370160944108178790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1370160944108178790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/02/am-mintit-sa-nu-l-ranesc.html' title='Am mintit sa nu-l ranesc ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-9164022350687145886</id><published>2007-02-06T10:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T10:58:28.723+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny "childhood" things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dintr-un oarecare motiv parca am mai scapat de prostia existenta la fiecare pas. Sau poate nu mai dau atentie la ce se intampla in jurul meu. De ceva vreme mi-s oarecum melancolic si la o bere imi mai aduc aminte de intamplarile de cand eram copil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa mi-am adus aminte cum dintr-o gluma la o aniversare am ajuns sa fiu privit ca un pervers violator:) Later on mi-am petrecut cam 2-3 ani cu respectiva victima dar inceputul a fost ceva de ... poveste. O seara care nu prea o uita omul si anume cea de Craciun.  Vreo 4-5 baieti care ne stiam de ceva vreme am fost invitati la ziua unei cunostinte comune. 5 baieti single si in cautare de aventuri. Seara a inceput frumos, dansuri, bere si mai multa bere, concursuri de baut vin si o gramada de polologhii de genu. Cam pan pe la 1 noaptea cand lumea deja era "fericita" si cum erau si o gramada de fete prin preajma fiecare a incercat sa-si gaseasca aleasa inimii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oarecum timid m-am uitat si eu in multime si am observat intr-un colt doo veverite. Asa ca mi-am incercat norocul. Un dans ... o invarteala ... un sarut. And there was silence. O melodie care n-a adus aminte de o gramada de aventuri celor x care ne cunosteam asa ca am tras un dans iar apoi da-i si cauta fata. In mod ciudat se uita la mine din celalalt capat al incaperii de parca as fi batut-o crunt. Desi probabil aveam sange in alcool decat invers imi aminteam fiecare moment al serii respective. Nu-mi venea nimic in cap. Ma asez langa unul din prietenii mei care era insotitorul sarbatoritei, apare si sarbatorita (colega de clasa cu respectiva fata dipa care mi se scurgeau mie ochii) si aud o chestie la care am bufnit in ras prima oara : "Scorpio ce i-ai facut fetii ? ai bagat-o in buda si ai vrut s-o violezi?" Nu mi s-a parut prea reusita gluma asa ca nu am dat importanta. Fata se uita totusi foarte speriata la mine. Mai trece ceva vreme si ma duc langa ea sa o intreb ce s-a intamplat. Nu ajung bine langa ea ca cei doi de mai sus care incepusera gluma hop langa mine spunandu-mi s-o las in pace ca i-am facut destule pe seara respectiva. Deja ceva nu mirosea bine dar nu prea ma interesa. Asa ca mi-am vazut in continuare de petrecere pan dimineata cand am plecat acas. Pe drum se gandesc sa-mi dezvaluie si mie motivul pt care respectiva se uita la mine speriata de moarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la 2-3 pahare de domnu` stie ce a baut ea deja viata era roz asa ca s-au gandit ei sa-i spuna ca baiatul cu care dansase o luase cu forta in buda si avea ganduri necurate. Acu cand iti spune unul mai e cum mai e. Poate a baut si el ... ai baut si tu ... dar cand iti spun mai multi cam ajungi sa crezi. Si ui asa am ajuns sa ma priveasca o fata toata seara ca fiind un animal :) Au urmat cateva zile frumoase in care am incercat sa dau de ea si sa-mi curat reputatia, lucru care s-a intamplat. Apoi o noapte de revelion in care n-am uitat la artificii mai bine de o ora cred(oare pe cine sa injur ca era trist si ii placeau alea cu toate ca eu inghetasem cu ea in brate acolo? Rings a bell &lt;a href="http://ampuso.blogspot.com/"&gt;HigH&lt;/a&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si uite asa pt cateva zile am fost privit ca fiind violatorul din buda de cativa oameni :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-9164022350687145886?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/9164022350687145886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=9164022350687145886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/9164022350687145886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/9164022350687145886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/02/funny-childhood-things.html' title='Funny &quot;childhood&quot; things'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-2222392432616885746</id><published>2007-01-30T09:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:57:37.814+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doar in Romania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acu ceva vreme discutam cu un amic dupa cateva beri despre situatia sanatatii in Romania si ceam ce face guvernarea actuala. Dupa x chestii dezbatute acolo pro si contra, respectivul imi taie scurt scara cu o replica "si eu ce vrei sa fac mah acu? ma doare`n kix. Vrei sa-mi fie mila de ei sau ce?". Nu am putut sa-i raspund decat "nu te intereseaza decat atunci cand o sa te loveasca si pe tine si nu o sa stii in ce parte sa fugi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mai trecut ceva vreme si tot rasfoind bloguri neavand chef de nimic am nimerit si &lt;a href="http://buddha.voce.ro/2007/01/12/un-fir-de-ata.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt; iar mai apoi &lt;a href="http://buddha.voce.ro/2007/01/29/sustine-si-tu.html"&gt;aici&lt;/a&gt;. Brusc mi-am reamintit de discutia din acel bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acu sa revin la ce aveam initial pe pajistea din capul meu. Dintr-un anume motiv am avut placerea si onoarea sa trec pe la Comisia pt perosane cu handicap Braila.  O sala de asteptare de poate 30 de persoane, un mic hol si un cabinet cu 5-6 doctori. Fiecare om cu problemele lui. La un moment dat iese din cabinetul respectiv o femeie la vreo 40 de ani cu un tanar de 16-18 ani. Orice om cu capul pe umeri si-ar fi dat seama ca acel pujti nu are treaba cu lumea in care traia numai din comportamentul prin care il afisa. Totusi femeia plangea. Motivul supararii era legat de gradul handicap care i-a fost acordat. Gradul 2. Grad care presupune ca acel copil poate munci. Oare unde poate el munci din moment ce nu stie nici pe ce lume se afla ? Gradul 1 care presupune mult mai multe beneficii, conform spuselor doftorilor, nu se mai acorda decat celor care fac pe ei. Deci un retard care sta pe un scaun si bea o cafea decide ca omul respectiv care e oricum "batut de soarta" nu are dreptul sa beneficieze de ceea ce ii garanteaza legea. Bun venit in Romania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alt lucru care m-a lovit destul de tare in ceafa este faptul ca acelasi retard care isi bea cafeaua linistit obliga persoanele cu membre lipsa sa se prezinte in fata comisiei pt a fi investigate. Stau acu si ma intreb. Oare s-a descoperit vreun medicament care dupa ce il iei iti va regenera mana sau piciorul taiat ?  Sau acei doctori care sunt acolo sunt atat de credinciosi si cred in minuni ? Obliga oameni care sunt de la x km de oras sa se "tarasca" acolo doar pt a observa ei ca intr-adevar acel om are o mana taiata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you gotta love life in Romania. Bine cam intrat in UE. Poate acu vor renunta la gandirea comunista din moment ce "afara" persoanele cu handicap au niste beneficii destul de insemnate din partea statului.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-2222392432616885746?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/2222392432616885746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=2222392432616885746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/2222392432616885746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/2222392432616885746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/01/comisii.html' title='Doar in Romania'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-7221975941540451011</id><published>2007-01-08T11:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:07:12.275+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O amenda la toti 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Revin iar cu intamplari cu dragii nostri controlori RATB. Ruta tramvaiului 8 spre ghencea, ei fiind din ce in ce mai des intalniti. Politeturile de rigoare, actele yada yada, unul din cei 2 cu care eram foarte calm prezinta buletinul. In timp ce completa amenda pt acesta, controlorul incearca sa scoata si de la noi niste acte, iar nereusind ameninta ca merem la militie la nush ce sectie. Ok ... merem. Totusi cand ajungem in capat o masina de militie prezenta prin zona. Le indic masina si propun sa mergem acolo. Coboram si ne indreptam spre masina, controlorul completand inca amenda pt cel ce prezentase buletinul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dupa ce termina(pe undeva pe la jumatatea distantei dintre statie si masina de militie) ne mai intreaba odata daca nu ne-ar conveni sa platim amenda toti 3. Acu nush daca el realizase ca deja rupsese amenda si ii inmanase hartia celui de-al treilea dar a ramas cam fara replica la raspunsul acestuia: "eu deja am una, dar daca tu vrei o sa o platim toti 3.". Inainte auzisem "taxa de neglijenta" pe care o plateam doi sau trei ca sa ne fie mai usor si ni se elibera o "chitanta de mina" (adica un belet cu multumiri ca le-am platit si lor berea). Totusi acu facuse totul legal, nemaiavand cum sa primeasca "taxa de neglijenta" si in acelasi timp acordandu-ne libera trecere. Oare a stat mult pan s-a gandit la a 2-a propunere ? Sau se merge inca pe principiul "speranta moare ultima". Ceea ce nu inteleg e de ce nu ne-au dus la militie sa ne legitimeze si sa mai dea inca doua amenzi. Probabil cineva acolo sus ma iubeste&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-7221975941540451011?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/7221975941540451011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=7221975941540451011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/7221975941540451011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/7221975941540451011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-amenda-la-toti-3.html' title='O amenda la toti 3'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-1189579113414580659</id><published>2007-01-04T14:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:07:27.266+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Peasants everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cu ocazia sarbatorilor si a unei mici vacante m-am refugiat la munte. In busteni mai exact. Intr-una din zile cu inca vreo 4 amici hai si noi sus pe munte sa ne zgaim ochii la pietrele care-s p'acolo. Ajungem sus, ne invartim, favem vreo doua poze, si ne indreptam spre sfinx sa trantim vreo doua poze si acolo. De mentionat ca era o vreme relativ superba. Soare, destul de frig si vant si oleaca zapada pe ici pe colo. Totusi pe langa monument nu prea era zapada. Pana sa ne apucam de poze trece un grup format din vreo 5 baieti si 3 fete, se urca cat mai sus, baietii se dezbraca ramanand in chiloti si incep cu atitudinea de macho: "mama ce cald e, ui la aia ce imbracati sunt cand e atat de cald, vai cat de superb sunt eu...", bineinteles acompaniati de maneaua corespunzatoare. Oare asta e ultima moda in impresionat gagici ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: ba meri dreaq la sala, baga niste pastile, downloadeaza ultimile "pese" marfa din categoria gutza si adrian ca altfel mori dreaq fara nevasta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-1189579113414580659?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/1189579113414580659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=1189579113414580659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1189579113414580659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1189579113414580659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2007/01/peasants-everywhere.html' title='Peasants everywhere'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-8631099315165976183</id><published>2006-12-21T16:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:59:50.538+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O petrecere superba.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Intentia firmei de a ne oferi ceva ce nu toti isi permit chiar in fiecare zi e de apreciat. Am fost invitati la petrecerea de craciun in fantasticul club Kristal. Frumos gest. Totusi poate unii ar fi preferat o prima de craciun din care si-ar fi luat niste x trebi pt ca nu toti avem salarii de 50  de milioane pt a ne putea distra pe cinste si a consuma dupa bunul plac in clubul respectiv(tinand cont ca preturile erau de 3-4 ori mai mari decat normal cred). Asa cum ziceam ceea ce au facut cei din conducere a fost un gest frumos si apreciat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acu sa revenim la parte acu distractia in sine si petrecerea, parte care se refera la stafful Kristal. Oare faptul ca a noastra consumatie a fost platita de firma (o anumita suma) i-a facut pe acei barmani sa ne trateze ca pe ultimii sclavi? oare nu erau tot bani aruncati in buzunarele lor? sau poate pt ca acum nu le lasam noi bacsis s-au comportat ca niste ratati pe care i-as calca pe cap continuu. In afara de bere in care nu au putut baga apa si gheata totul era imbibat cu h2o. atat in stare lichida cat si solida. Am incercat un "vischi" de ici de colo. Toate erau la fel, diferenta facand-o sucul sau energizantul adaugat. Pana si gustul de cola si redbull abia se simteau intre cei 400 de ml de apa. Am mai incercat si un coctail. Din pacate cel pe care l-am incercat (cu toate ca era 22 RON) nu continea decat suc. Si cred ca avea in jur de 200 de ml de suc. Oare am ajuns sa sufar incat sa dau 22 Ron pe un pahar de suc fie el si natural cand pot sa iau cu 5 ron cutia de 1 l ? atmosfera a fost cat de cat "kewl" pt ca oamenii stiu sa se distreze chiar daca dj-ul era cam retard si avea o scarba inexplicabila in el. Am plecat pe la ora 24 ca deja era booring muzica fiind cam aiurea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa cum am inceput acest post ... felicitari firmei ... multa muje staffului din Kristal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-8631099315165976183?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/8631099315165976183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=8631099315165976183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8631099315165976183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8631099315165976183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2006/12/o-petrecere-superba.html' title='O petrecere superba.'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-5836797316073547137</id><published>2006-12-20T12:06:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T16:48:56.371+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunt un om superior si inadaptat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Plimbandu-ma prin firma cu diverse treburi am fost izbit de un fantastic miros(gen sconcs). In consecinta m-am hotarat sa (re)atentionez cu un mail poate cei care emit astfel de mirosuri se vor simti si in consecinta se vor spala. Si daca tot petrecerea de craciun e in seara asta  am zis sa ma leg oarecum de ea. Asa ca am inceput cu un mail care a sunat cam in felul urmator : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  lang="FR" &gt;In seara asta mergem intr-un club pt  petrecerea de Craciun. Totusi poate unii isi vor aminti ca de obicei la o  petrecere te duci cat de cat curat asa ca sugerez celor care nu au apa calda  p’acas sa incerce dusurile de la sala (e gratis parca). Prin unele locuri din  aceasta firma mirosul iti cam muta nasul din loc. Cred ca este o chestie de bun  simt si nimic mai mult. Scuze celor care nu se incadreaza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Wingdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:10;"  lang="FR" &gt;:)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Wingdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:10;"  lang="FR" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apoi dupa o mica perioada de liniste a aparut unul care era vadit revoltat de ce am scris. Motivele ar fi mai multe probabil dar cam asa suna mailul lui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Wingdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:10;"  lang="FR" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:11;"  &gt;Cum  ai coborat printer oameni luceafarule? Cum de te-ai rupt din lumea ta plina de  inteligenta, buna crestere, toleranta si ai venit sa imparti lumina printre  oamenii hidossi si salbatici?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Iarta-ma  dar prin acest email ai devenit un far calauzitor,un simbol al manelistilor din  Romania (dupa cum vezi mi-am exprimat cat am putut de elegant repulsia fata de  oamenii de genul tau)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Am facut putin ochii mari insa un au inceput sa apara si sustinatorii mei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Deci manelistii sunt  curati …. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:180%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:18;"  &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:18;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In cazul asta mai bine  manelist spalat, parfonat, decat un clubber (stim noi care) …. Nespalat de 7  petreceri"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Apoi brusc mi se arata adevarul de acelasi personaj care era revoltat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My  friend nu ai inteles esenta mesajului. Tu nu faci decat sa te ascunzi in multime  nenominalizand pe cineva. Daca te deranjeaza cineva te duci si ii spui in fata,  cel putin eu asa am fost invatat, nu folosesti acest tip de adresare ambigua din  doua motive: lasi impresia ca esti un neadaptat si nu poti sa tolerezi anumite  lucruri (sigur multe ne deranjeaza, in faza asta sunt de acord cu tine,  nesimtirea nu este de toerat) si dai impresie de o criza de superioritatet si  doi lasi impresia ca esti un fricos deoarece nu esti capabil sa te duci sa-I  spui lui X sa renunte la nesimtire si sa-si spele curul."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Deci pt simplul fapt ca nu am stat sa miros fiecare om in parte sa vad care dreaq pute pe un etaj unde erau 60+ oameni poate poate aflu care e cel care pute si de la care vine mirosul sunt catalogat ca fiind neadaptat si nu pot sa tolerez faptul ca in secolul 21 unii nu-s in stare sa se spele acas. Bineinteles sunt si las ca in loc sa stau sa imi fac treaba pt care sunt platit trebuia sa ma duc sa caut personajele respective. Deci sunt clar superior. Fear me mofos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(31, 73, 125);font-family:'Calibri','sans-serif';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  lang="FR" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-5836797316073547137?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/5836797316073547137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=5836797316073547137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5836797316073547137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5836797316073547137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2006/12/sunt-un-om-superior-si-inadaptat.html' title='Sunt un om superior si inadaptat...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-3312863464568617813</id><published>2006-12-17T23:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:40:24.093+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reclame "destepte"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In weekend a trebuit sa dau o fuga pan acas pt niste acte. Bineinteles in lipsa de ocuptie mi-am aruncat si vreo cativa ochi peste televizorul plin de praf. Filme, muzica, reclame. Si prima reclama care ma loveste este cea la vodka scandic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceea ce am inteles eu din reclama respectiva e ca pe tanarul din imagine nu-l intereseaza faptul ca este dat afara din casa de catre prietena (care arata bine), nu-l intereseaza ca ii sunt aruncate mai toate lucrurile pe fereastra (oare nu traim in romania unde ni se cam rupe inima cand niste chestii sunt distruse si care costa o caruta de bani), nu-l intereseaza mai nimic si pur si simplu sta si zambeste pana cand frumoasa blondina ii arunca si lucrul lui cel mai de pret. Vodka Scandic. La fantastica sticla de plastic care rezista caderii de la etajul x si care ii va face viata fericita(n-are unde sa stea aparent, nu mai are lucruri, dar are vodka). Go shoot yerself mofos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 2-a reclama fantastica care m-a lovit rau a fost cea la skol. Unde masculul sta la bar si bea o bere. Iar in creierul lui care e gol se pare is vreo 4 bizde care se ... odihnesc. Moment in care intra pretena/nevasta pe usa barului. Si parca e &lt;a href="http://deaia.wordpress.com/"&gt;eloa&lt;/a&gt;, stie exact ca in capu lui el se plimba niste phomeli. Si dipa cum tot zicea &lt;a href="http://deaia.wordpress.com/"&gt;eloa&lt;/a&gt; ca phomelile is destepte si isi dau seama imediat ele se ascund instant astfel ca masculul scapa nevatamat. De parca noi cand mergem la bere asta facem. Ne gandim non stop la 15.000 de gagici in loc sa stam la o barfa despre folbal, masini sau alte trebi cu prietenii. Cu ocazia asta as dori sa le adresez sincere urari de bine celor ce gandesc reclamele astea. Merry X-mas everyone ... but me. Poate se apuca si tanti eloa sa dea exemplu reclamele si sa se mai ia oleaca de noi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-3312863464568617813?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/3312863464568617813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=3312863464568617813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3312863464568617813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/3312863464568617813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2006/12/reclame-destepte.html' title='Reclame &quot;destepte&quot;'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-8466669270909207185</id><published>2006-12-15T01:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T01:53:49.566+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa fie caldura</title><content type='html'>Si daca tot am inceput sa va povestesc cum e pe drumurile din romania si in alte orase hai sa va spun si cat de frumoase sunt calatoriile cu trenurile noastre. Datorita faptului ca nu voiam sa fac 2 zile pe drum am ales un rapid ce pleca din timisoara la ora 13:50 si ajungea in bucuresti la ora 22. Era relativ cald in timisoara insa pe parcurs vremea s-a stricat si din cerul insorit a devenit foarte intunecat si frigul si-a facut simtita prezenta. Acu daca tot am dat 620.000 pe bilet au zis cei de la CFR sa ma faca sa ma simt bine si sa nu ma plang ca imi ingheata degetele in ghete. "Sa fie caldura" au spus ei. Si a fost. Daca tot nu platesc ei corentu ala a fost caldura ca nici asta vara nu imi era atat de cald. Geamul de la compartiment deschis la max, usa deschisa, eu transpirand alaturi de singurul om din compartiment cu aceeasi problema. Trenul merga destul de rapid totusi aerul care venea de afara nu reusea sa bata caldura de careaveam parte. Dar pot sa ma laud ca o gramada de bani dati pe belet s'au facut simtiti. Oare era greu ca acel potentiometru de reglat caldura sa fie functionabil sa pot sa dorm, citesc, uit pe geam linistit si sa nu imi imaginez ca am murit si is intr-un cazan cu smoala ?  Totusi vreau sa multumesc celor de sus pt ca au grija de noi si nu ne lasa sa degeram.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-8466669270909207185?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/8466669270909207185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=8466669270909207185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8466669270909207185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8466669270909207185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2006/12/sa-fie-caldura.html' title='Sa fie caldura'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-1313446605902084135</id><published>2006-12-12T20:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T22:00:05.696+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tzaranii - animale de oras ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Asa cum am spus mai devreme m-am deplasat la Timisoara cu ceva treburi legate de sanatate. Am avut placerea de a fi internat intr-o clinica ce tinde spre ceea ce vedem/auzim ca exista in occident. Totusi din moment ce tratamentul pt afectiunea mea e gratuit pacientii vin din toate colturile tarii. Am ajuns destul de obosit, m-am cazat si prima seara am avut placerea de a fi singur in camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 2-a zi a mai aparut un pacient in camera. Si brusc prima caracteristica dupa care se poate recunoaste animalul la oras si-a facut aparitia in camera: mirosul. Probabil dupa tehnica ciobanilor care spun cand se descalta: a m ai trecut un an, si el a spus la fel.Pentru ca mirosul era insuportabil. nici macar cand am fost fortat sa raman incaltat 2 zile si sa mai fac si diverse treburi in acest rastimp n-am reusit sa egalez acea performanta. Partea ciudata e ca totusi parea ca se ingrijeste, hainele aratau curate, geluit pan in varful urechilor, se purta cat de cat normal la inceput.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mai tarziu lucrurile au devenit destul de clare. Baie nu facem ca apa e uda si cu toate ca e calda si gratis nu e buna. Se curata jegul si cum iarna e in prag jegul poate o sa tina cald. Dar in fiecare dimineata ne dam cu gel sa stea freza bine. Sosetele nu le spalam sau le punem in vreo punga sa ferim mirosul care se extindea in aer. Le lasam langa pat ca noaptea adormim mai rapid de la miros.Cam asta ar fi despre un element care face ca taranul sa iti sara in ... nas&gt;&gt;&gt;mirosul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un alt element care poate fi observat la animalele ce pasc oile este limbajul. Si eu vorbesc mai colorat pe ici pe colo. Dar daca ar fi sa compar "culorile" limbajului meu cu al taranului ar rezulta ca eu vb in gri si verde in timp ce taranul are 16 mil de culori pe 32 de biti. Inca de dimineata cum deschidea ochii trebuia sa cante iar cuvintele "pula" si "coaie" trebuiau sa se repete de cel putin 30 ori pe minut. Totusi se credea atat de "cool". Indiferent de loc, de populatie el era "cool". Erau persoane care erau de o anumita varsta cu copii si care ar fi putut sa-i fie parinti, pe el nu-l interesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ppl deserve to die...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-1313446605902084135?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/1313446605902084135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=1313446605902084135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1313446605902084135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1313446605902084135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2006/12/tzaranii-animale-de-oras.html' title='Tzaranii - animale de oras ?'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-299736093188333659</id><published>2006-12-11T21:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:02:04.054+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ne faceti neamu de ras ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tot din ciclul "se schimba gandirea?" am mai ramas surprins in drum spre Timisoara de urmatoarea intamplare. Am plecat din Bucuresti cu un rapid. In compartimentul de langa o familie de tigani (el si ea) care spre surprinderea mea nu aveau mirosul aferent majoritatii populatiei din aceasta categorie. In compartimentul de langa ei o alta familie de tigani. Cu 3 copii din care unul chiar mic, si doi saci plini de ... ceva. Lucrul bun (relativ) in tren &gt;&gt;&gt; caldura. Asociind caldura cu mirosul urat va iesi ... un miros si mai urat. Primul tigan de care spuneam mai sus iese pe coridor nemaisuportand caldura din compartiment. Intra in vb si din una in alta la un momentdat simte mireasma ce venea din celalalt compartiment. Ma intreaba daca stiu ce-i cu mirosul. Ii raspund ca nu asa ca pleaca sa vada cine e acolo. Se intoarce si tranteste replica la care am ramas masca : "Sa va ia dracu de nespalati, ne faceti neamu de ras..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si am vazut si tigani ... nefericiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-299736093188333659?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/299736093188333659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=299736093188333659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/299736093188333659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/299736093188333659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2006/12/ne-faceti-neamu-de-ras.html' title='Ne faceti neamu de ras ...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-5134819271660771740</id><published>2006-12-11T20:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T21:08:46.241+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Un taximetrist adevarat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nu e legat prea mult de prostie ci mai mult de faptul ca exista si oameni care stiu sa-si faca meseria pt a multumi clientul. Trebuia sa ajung la gara pt a pleca din fantasticul Bucuresti pt vreo doua sapt, asa ca am luat un taxiu stiind ca totusi traficul e posibil sa ma intarzie mai mult decat ma gandeam eu. M-am urcat in taxiu iar soferul, un om pe la 50 de ani si cu o fata de plictiseala totala, m-a intrebat unde vreau sa ajung. Raspunsul a fost scurt : Gara de Nord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omul a plecat si nu a facut ceea ce fac majoritatea taximetristilor care mai "testeaza" clientul sa vada daca stie sau nu pe unde poate poate il mai invarte oleaca si mai trage un ban. Prima impresie a fost cea de "ui ce ma invarte asta". dar nu a fost asa. pan la gara de nord nu am stat la nici un blocaj in trafic, ruta fiind de el stiuta, eu neavand nici o sugestie. Am ajuns intr-un timp record si mi-a lasat impresia ca Bucurestiul e un oras liber unde nu se circula prea mult (din pacate stiu cum stau lucrurile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pret nu mai spun nimic pt ca acolo unde altii ma duceau destul de direct(cel putin asa credeam) si imi luau scurt in jur la 100.000 (plus minus cateva mii) el a reushit sa nu-mi ia mai mult de 68.000. Oare sa se mai schimbe gandirea in romania?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-5134819271660771740?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/5134819271660771740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=5134819271660771740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5134819271660771740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5134819271660771740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2006/12/un-taximetrist-adevarat.html' title='Un taximetrist adevarat'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-2342191857311419492</id><published>2006-11-27T15:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:49:18.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Credeai ca azi nu venim ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bineinteles fac referire tot la controlorii RATB. Probabil am ajuns sa fiu obsedat de faptul ca incearca sa prosteasca pe oricine poate poate or mai face si ei bani de-o bere. Duminica pe la ora 14:30 ma indreptam spre gara. Cand sa urc ma opreste unu si-mi intinde un belet: "vezi ca e controlu". Eram mult prea somnoros si plictisit sa inteleg ce vrea cu controlul si biletul. Respectivul repeta: "vezi ca e controlu`. ia asta". Iau beletul, il pasez persoanei cu care eram si urc listinit. Dipa 2 statii apare si "controalele" si se ia de un pujti de langa mine: "credeai ca daca e duminica nu venim? de ce nu ti-ai luat belet? cum nu e deschis? hai sa coboram sa te legitimezi". coboara ei si la vreo cateva statii cobor si eu. dupa ce imi termin treaba si ma pregatesc sa ma indrept spre casa trec pe la o casa de belete RATB ca doar e deschis si azi nu? dar sumprize sumprize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6166/319045836145601/1600/175398/program.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6166/319045836145601/320/261123/program.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ciudat, nici macar pan pe la 18 sa aibe tot romanu cand sa-si ia belet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-2342191857311419492?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/2342191857311419492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=2342191857311419492' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/2342191857311419492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/2342191857311419492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2006/11/credeai-ca-azi-nu-venim.html' title='Credeai ca azi nu venim ?'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-1179312528672946573</id><published>2006-11-24T16:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T16:42:38.554+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Economisiti timp si bani cu RATB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Probabil unii imi vor reprosa faptul ca nu imi iau aproape niciodata bilet(exista si mici exceptii).De ce nu imi iau bilet? Pt ca "daca stii sa te descurci" scapi fara amenda, fara sa dai "o atentie". Chiar cei de la control au spus aceasta chestie la intrebarea "alora de ce nu le-ai facut nimic?". Pt ca "au stiut sa se descurce". Cum? "pai au vb frumos nu au fost asa recalcitranti ca tine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Povestea incepe cand, ca in fiecare dimineata, impreuna cu un coleg de munca, plec spre servici. Pe ruta tramvaiul 8 pan in ghencea apoi cu fantasticul 41. Si mai nou am inceput sa observ ca oamenii de la "controale" sunt din ce in ce mai prezenti in 8 de cand si-a modificat traseul. Dupa a 2-a statie apare individul cu legitimatia, o flutura repede, si o baga inapoi in buzunar. Apare si raspunsul nostru calm "nu avem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Banala intrebare pe care o pun toti: "de ce nu aveti?". acu ce ar trebui sa ii raspund ? ca ma doare`n pola de controlul lor si ca poate daca o sa le treaca lenea or sa-mi dea amenda ? ca iar ma doare`n pola de controlul lor pt simplul fapt ca regulile nu se aplica la toata lumea? sau ca simplu n-am avut chef sa dau banii pe belet sau abonament?. dupa ceva negocieri vine colega individului si se baga in seama si tratativele de "legitimare in vederea completarii procesului verbal" sunt in toi. hai totusi ca de la amenda care initial e 150ron daca nu avem acte scade la 80 ron se ajunge si la treaba cu "va dam la amandoi o singura amenda" sa iesiti mai ieftin. poi sa vedem: daca eu omor un om si omoara si colegu un om ne da la amandoi 25 de ani pe care sa-i impartim ? face fiecare cate 12,5 ani nu 25 din start. asa ... ca sa scapam mai ieftin. de fapt isi completeaza si ei norma sau eventual poate ne sinchisim noi sa le dam 20 ron ca sa ne lase in plata domnului(sau cum am auzit la alt coleg "sa achitam neglijenta"). Tramvaiul ajunge la capat. negocierea continua si noi ar trebui sa ne legitimam. le propun sa coboram ca nu am chef sa ma plimb si sa ma duca eventual la un sediu de militie sa mi se dea amenda. ei nu vor ca nu tre, ca o rezolvam aici yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Intre timp tramvaiul ajunge in cealalta statie si lumea da navala. eu le spun iar ca aici cobor si nu ma intorc cu ei. sa coboare si ei. partea mai aiurea e ca a fost o incercare de a ma opri(eu hotarat sa cobor el relativ hotarat sa ma opreasca). incercare esuata. asa ca sunt jos "liber". totusi pe colegul meu nu-l lasa sa coboare fiind mult mai hotarat acum sa invinga. usile se inchid si tramvaiul pleaca. curiozitatea ma impinge si scot telefonul, sun un militian si intreb ce drepturi au respectivii. ca sa vezi nu au dreptul sa te tina in mijlocul de transport, trebuie sa te dea jos la prima statie si sa te sanctioneze (daca au cum). imi informez colegul care suna si el la altcineva pt confirmare. cand respectivul sunat ii ia la pola si le spune alora ce controleaza ce drepturi au ei s-a auzit urmatoarea replica "ne scuzati dar nu am stiut". cum sa nu stii ce drepturi iti exerciti in slujba ta ? cum dreaq va angajeaza pe astia de la controale ? asa ca vb gogului pe ici pe colo "MORI" dar la lumina zilei sa te vada toata lumea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluzia: intr-adevar bani economisim dar timp niciodata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-1179312528672946573?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/1179312528672946573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=1179312528672946573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1179312528672946573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1179312528672946573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2006/11/economisiti-timp-si-bani-cu-ratb.html' title='Economisiti timp si bani cu RATB'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-5004236042167018794</id><published>2006-11-21T22:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T16:44:01.958+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Limba romana - cea mai grea limba straina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ca orice roman care munceste in timpul anului sa stranga un ban de buzunar vara ma duc la mare. O zi, doua, trei ... o sapt, depinde cat imi permit. Si odata ajuns la mare stau la soare, mai beau o bere, mai caut o frigaruie sau alte treburi. Din loc in loc mai vezi cate o tablie cu preturile si ce ofera localul respectiv. asa ca am gasit vreo doua exemplare interesante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prin urmare mi-am luat o portie de "guvizi prajita". Probabil le-a fost lene sa scrie si in dreptul hamsiei si a guvizilor asa ca au pus mai spre mijloc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/7894/b94fgg0.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoi am vrut sa-mi cumpar ce scria pe afisul urmator. Dar vanzatoarea mi-a spus ca nu mai au in stoc si nici nu mai aduc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img232.imageshack.us/img232/8421/1c8fja1.jpg" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-5004236042167018794?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/5004236042167018794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=5004236042167018794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5004236042167018794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/5004236042167018794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2006/11/limba-romana-cea-mai-grea-limba-straina.html' title='Limba romana - cea mai grea limba straina'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-8796360239843523715</id><published>2006-11-21T20:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T16:44:12.045+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Claxonam si .... ne miscam ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ca orice om dimineata merg spre servici mai mult dormind. Sau cel putin asta incerc sa fac pentru ca nu se poate datorita soferilor binevoitori care tin sa anunte ca ei sunt gata de plecat mai departe din intersectie. Cu toate ca acolo exista un militian care dirijeaza (si incredibil azi-dimineata chiar se descurca de minune) intersectia era blocata pe o banda iar blocajul continua pan la urmatoarea intersectie. totusi erau niste persoane insistente pe la jumatatea coloanei care presupuneau ca daca ei vor claxona insistent toata lumea le va face loc. sau poate printr-o minune vor dispare celelalte masini. sau poate unu ca mine trezit brusc le ba adresa un "buna dimineata soare". Spre bucuria lor le-am adresat : multa "fericire dragoste si iar fericire" lor si familiei lor, parintilor care i-au adus pe lume si tuturor rudelor, sfintilor si tot de care s-ar putea lega cineva. DOBITOCILOR OARE DACA O SA CLAXONATI 20 DE MINUTE O SA DEVENITI MAI DESTEPTI ? SAU O SA CASTIGATI LA LOTO ? ca de miscat oricum nu va miscati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-8796360239843523715?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/8796360239843523715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=8796360239843523715' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8796360239843523715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/8796360239843523715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2006/11/claxonam-si-ne-miscam.html' title='Claxonam si .... ne miscam ?'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-6813881740512213784</id><published>2006-11-20T22:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T16:44:23.130+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Incercand sa calatoresc...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Datorita faptului ca in curand va trebui sa fac o mica plimbare prin tara cu trenul am zis sa ma documentez de pe siteul oficial al cfr ca doar suntem in era informaticii si toata lumea are informatiile necesare clientilor pe vreun veveve. intru ... gasesc ... introduc datele necesare ... si imi apare lista cu trenurile respective. pe langa faptul ca la noi platim un pret extraordinar de mic (NOT) am observat ca siteul e atat de bine facut incat are si o rubrica intitulata "restrictii". prima data am zambit gandindu-ma ca in sfarsit suntem informati pan la capat. m-am uitat pe ici pe colo si pt a ma deplasa de la bucuresti la timisoara la un pret relativ acceptabil pt buzunar mi-ar lua cam 8-12 ore.  asa ca din multitudinea de trenuri am ales unul. observ ca scria ceva la restrictii destul de mare: NU CIRCULA. am mai auzit de restrictii de viteza si chestii de genu dar de restrictii de NU CIRCULA  nu. pt ce mai tine trenul acolo daca e restrictionat de tot ? doar ca sa dau eu 15.000 de clickuri inutile sa vad pe unde se plimba si cam cat de bun ar fi. pe langa asta care avea aceasta restrictie mai erau vreo 4 cu aceeasi problema. hai sa facem lista mare sa aratam cate trenuri merg pe sinele noastre. doar ca jumate din ele sunt restrictionate. DE TOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traiasca birocratia romaneasca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-6813881740512213784?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/6813881740512213784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=6813881740512213784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/6813881740512213784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/6813881740512213784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2006/11/incercand-sa-calatoresc.html' title='Incercand sa calatoresc...'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2613623489704769558.post-1552394222042525812</id><published>2006-11-20T12:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:11:58.905+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Begining of the end</title><content type='html'>Am inceput usor usor cu pasi marunti fiind in ultimul timp "pasionat" de limitele prostiei. Am observat la un amic un status interesant care sincer mi-a adus zambetul pe buze:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prostia este infinit mai fascinanta decit inteligenta. Inteligenta are limitele ei..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si asa am ajuns aici ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2613623489704769558-1552394222042525812?l=stupidityamongus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/feeds/1552394222042525812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2613623489704769558&amp;postID=1552394222042525812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1552394222042525812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2613623489704769558/posts/default/1552394222042525812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidityamongus.blogspot.com/2006/11/begining-of-end.html' title='Begining of the end'/><author><name>ZouZou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00167814397993583877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
