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Every night and every morn Some to misery are born. Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.

Black hole

Kolega AM s obľubou hovorieval o Afrike ako o čiernej diere sveta. Každý deň tam choroby, vojny a hlad zabijú tisícky ľudí - a nikoho to nezaujíma, nikde sa o tom nepíše. Ale niečo sa predsa len deje. Najnovšie sa podarilo aspoň nájsť príčinu:

At a U2 concert in Ireland, Bono asks the audience for some quiet. Then he starts to slowly clap his hands. Holding the audience in total silence, he says into the microphone: "I want you to think about something. Every time I clap my hands, a child in Africa dies."

A voice from the front of the audience yells out...
"Then fookin stop clapping, ya asehole !"

posted by: bajaja at January 23, 2007 09:09 | link | comments (2) |
pre srandu kralikom

#1  23 January 2007 - 12:01

 

Skurvená kauzalita.

OldShakyHand

#2  23 January 2007 - 12:41

 

hehe, perfektne

mojito

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