EU NAM TÔ (NEM TAVA) MALUQUE!
Este da jegou pu Varense nem pu Ulhaneze e munte menes do Loltane ou Predimedence... era o amarcane que eu pensava que ninguém salembrava de ter marcado um gulinho ó Benfica (e qualquer marreta tipo Pringle ou vedeta capilar estilo Sérgio Nunes fez carreira à conta disso) numa digressão colquer e que depois foi reconhecide na tvizão pela plícia como autor duns crimezinhos...
Já tava a pensar se teria sunháde com isso, até capareceu o TIO REX na minha vida, qual bibi do lárgue da fêra, escola du fetbol ou da cavalinha, dando-me a calma e sossego que eu percizava. Assim, mês amigues, ai presente you... Mr. Roy Lassiter. Um cromo de ouro... roubado.
Já tinha preguntado iste em fórumes, berlogues e sei lá o queim, ma ninguém salmebrava... o que é munta estranhe, purque nem precebo como é que os habituais geekónerdazoides nem se lembravem dele, que foi capa de jogo de COMPUTAS e tude...
Parece cainda fez uns golinhos sem ser ó Benfica e teve uma carrêra má ó menes DECENTE, apesar destas cenas todas.
Se bem que encontrei uma ENTERVISTA dele a dizer que na foi bem assim:
If you don't want to answer this, I understand. The story has been often told regarding your run in with the law. How did that experience change you as a person and what effect did it have your career, if any?.
Why wouldn't I want to answer that? It helped me, it was a young man's mistake and I've gotten well over it, have grown up since then and it's a story for me, a story to tell to kids to let them know, hey, I'm not perfect. I had no mentors back then, none whatsoever. I was living with my Mom, my Dad had already moved out, my brother was already in school and I was sitting in the house with a cast on my leg. Then I go out with some friends and they go crazy and they want to go to this other house and I told them I'd drive. I'm sitting with crutches and a cast on my leg. All of a sudden they go into this duplex. They went into this house and I was just there (in the car) and they took this stuff to these guys place and that was it. They got caught and said I was with them and I wasn't around because I was in Costa Rica. So people say, "You did this" and "You did that". If you could see what actually happened, you would say, Man, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Já tava a pensar se teria sunháde com isso, até capareceu o TIO REX na minha vida, qual bibi do lárgue da fêra, escola du fetbol ou da cavalinha, dando-me a calma e sossego que eu percizava. Assim, mês amigues, ai presente you... Mr. Roy Lassiter. Um cromo de ouro... roubado.
Já tinha preguntado iste em fórumes, berlogues e sei lá o queim, ma ninguém salmebrava... o que é munta estranhe, purque nem precebo como é que os habituais geekónerdazoides nem se lembravem dele, que foi capa de jogo de COMPUTAS e tude...
Parece cainda fez uns golinhos sem ser ó Benfica e teve uma carrêra má ó menes DECENTE, apesar destas cenas todas.
Se bem que encontrei uma ENTERVISTA dele a dizer que na foi bem assim:
If you don't want to answer this, I understand. The story has been often told regarding your run in with the law. How did that experience change you as a person and what effect did it have your career, if any?.
Why wouldn't I want to answer that? It helped me, it was a young man's mistake and I've gotten well over it, have grown up since then and it's a story for me, a story to tell to kids to let them know, hey, I'm not perfect. I had no mentors back then, none whatsoever. I was living with my Mom, my Dad had already moved out, my brother was already in school and I was sitting in the house with a cast on my leg. Then I go out with some friends and they go crazy and they want to go to this other house and I told them I'd drive. I'm sitting with crutches and a cast on my leg. All of a sudden they go into this duplex. They went into this house and I was just there (in the car) and they took this stuff to these guys place and that was it. They got caught and said I was with them and I wasn't around because I was in Costa Rica. So people say, "You did this" and "You did that". If you could see what actually happened, you would say, Man, you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
posted by melga mike at
12:10 da tarde
2 Atoardas:
Este algarvi que vocês escrevem cada vez se percebe menos.
By
Asulado, at 12:46 da tarde
Ah, e olha o mail que recebi do nosso CSI-REX:
Confirma-se a 100% a história da detenção do gajo na sequência do tal golo que derrotou o glórias. Bem feito! ;)
Vê aqui: http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=990CE7DB113FF932A2575BC0A963958260&n=Top/Reference/Times
aqui http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9D00E1DC1339F933A25753C1A963958260&n=Top/Reference/Times
e aqui http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=9C0CE4DE1339F93AA35753C1A963958260&sec=&spoon=
Quinjajéro?
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melga mike, at 9:34 da manhã
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