The very correct clock which appeared in Sapporo Nakajima-koen
- 1 ：hokkaido.maido3.com：2008/06/11(Wed) 11:28:39 ID:hUnfmvsl0
This sundial is the one which offered Sapporo-shi installation of
a new sundial because the sundial Citizen Watch contributed 35 years ago
- 2 ：maji：2008/06/11(Wed) 11:46:06 ID:xr2gLaKK0
- Takanohana-oyakata have got 2!!
- 3 ：maji：2008/06/13(Fri) 12:43:06 ID:AxzAGF/r0
- Adam? I'm Adam! Moody, me? Dam it! Are we all? I know Ada. I saw Ada.
Ah, a short symbol to no denial: Eyes omit naive dog-desserts. Evil right, old-name diets. A tree-bonnet foliate, relax:
If Ada did pull order, read. Ada had a foe, fire-rose facade tool, too-hot yard Iraq: arid Elijah at a haj. I lead a reviled noose, Canadian!
It is coded, on a pistol by Rome, "Man is an ardor pelt, tactiler, sad." A tacit sin, a rude Roman enema. I ran; Agnus Dei, Dada lived on.
I, a gap, a zero monad, Ada's nose: "Rift on, evil royal pilots!" I pass a nasal acolyte. I pondered, now idle.
His flack: late no-no's, tits, a cow. Two-cow, to tenor of God! A sin is a sign, ignoble udder-cases! La femme fatale gnawed at a phone-post, also lost call, eh?
She'll act solo, slats open. Oh, pat a dew-angel at a femme false. Sacred duel, bonging is a sin; is a dog? For one to two-cow two, cast it so none talk calfs!
I held, I wondered. No piety local as an ass. A pistol (I play, or live not) fires on sad Ada. "No more!" Zap! Again. O devil! Ada died, sung an aria.
Men, enamored, uranistic at Ada's relit cattle prod, ran as in a memory blot.
Sip an ode, Doc; sit in. Aid an ace, soon deliver Ada! Elijah!
At a haj, I led Iraq (arid ray to hoot), looted a cafe sore, rife of Ada. Had Ada erred? Roll up. Did Ada fix ale, retail? Often.
"No beer taste," I demand, "loth girl! I've stressed! Go, deviant!"
"Elaine, Do not lob my Stroh's!"
- 4 ：maji：2008/06/19(Thu) 03:53:02 ID:6ybgChWf0
- After the baby was born, the panicked Japanese father went to see the obstetrician.
"Doctor," he said, "I don't mind telling you, but I'm a little upset because my daughter has red hair. She can't possibly be mine."
"Nonsense," the doctor said.
"Even though you and your wife both have black hair, one of your ancestors may have contributed red hair to the gene pool."
"It isn't possible," the man insisted. "We're pure Asian."
"Well," said the doctor, "let me ask you this.
How often do you have sex?"
The man seemed ashamed. "I've been working very hard for the past year.
We only made love once or twice a month."
"There you have it!" the doctor said confidently. "It's just rust."
- 5 ：maji：2008/06/27(Fri) 02:32:19 ID:ILr7j60c0
- A sharp increase in drugs and cellphones found inside a Brazilian prison mystified officials -- until guards spotted some distressed pigeons struggling to stay airborne.
Inmates at the prison in Marilia, Sao Paulo state had been training carrier pigeons to smuggle in goods using cell phone sized pouches on their backs, a low-tech but ingenious way of skipping the high-tech security that visitors faced.
"We have sophisticated equipment to search people when they go in, but they avoided this by finding another way to bring in cellphones and drugs," prison director Luciano Gamateli told Globo TV."
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