RagingXenomorph

Podpatrzone i jeszcze raz podpatrzone. Zabawa polega na tym, że w google wpisuje się swoje imię i konkretną frazę do niego. A potem wybierasz to, co najbardziej abstrakcyjne... i oto wyniki: '[twoje imię] potrzebuje' Piotrek potrzebuje rehabilitacji. - Wiem... - Zastanów się nad tym.. Proszę cię, schowaj dumę do kieszeni i pomyśl o nim.. i o sobie. ... O jasna dupa! Zapomniałem, że mam porażenie mózgowe! '[twoje imię] wygląda jak' UWAŻAM ŻE PAN PIOTR JEST ŚWIETNIE ZBUDOWANY I WŁOŻYŁ WIELE PRACY I WYSIŁKU ŻEBY

Now, what the fuck was that supposed to mean? You can't even leave a fuckin' bag by your side for fuckin' five minutes and think it will still be there. Jesus, everyday makes me consider leaving this fucked up country. Ye gods, the camera, every single fuckin' document, which means ID, army-book, studies legitimation... For frak sake, I wish I've had a gun. Just gimme a 9mm gun, and I'll make the world a better place. Or maybe better something belt-fed, now, that would make reloading less important, just holding the trigger would do. Fuckin' Poles. No wonder that on the British Isles we have such an awful opinion amongst citizens, if we can't

In the name of gods who don't exist: Poland is such a fucked up country that I'm ashamed to be one of Poles. First, after the Poland-Germany match, there were so many annoying comments against Podolski, Polish player, who scored two goals during that match. What the fuck? Was he supposed to go mutiny against his team, which was Germany? And now, the story about Webb - the judge who gave the Austria a chance to score. First of all, the Polish goal in the 20' shouldn't take place after all it was taken from the dead position, and Polish team was playing fuckin' awful. Well, c'mon, you may call me an un-patriot, but first of all, I *dislike*, to