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ForzaJuve! said: I mean really? LOL! http://en.strikermanager.com/inicio.php?accion=/jugador.php%3Fid_jugador%3D15283972 Sir. Emelie said: Lol. Same here : http://en.strikermanager.com/jugador.php?id_jugador=7925213 Boogers are a prominent family in the great nation of Netherlands. If you knew the story behind the family, you would not laugh as much. The most enterprising was the great great grandfather of the booger brothers you have here, a Mr Crooked Nailcutter, who made his living in the Devon, Uk by (you probably guessed it) cutting nails for the tourists and old ladies. But during the war, the demand was pretty low (tourist fled and old ladies kind of died) and he migrated to Netherlands, partly because he had no money and partly because they made pot legal over there. Mr Crooked then tried to ply his trade in the orange country. To his surprise he found that most dutch people loved to bite their own finger and toe nails off rather then use a nail cutter, forget employing a professional. He hardly got any takers. This made Mr Crooked a worried man, and he tried indulging into other trades like horse dung picker, fruit skin couture designer, hair lice licker; but his luck rode no where. But one day, in a early sprig morning, his life changed, when he met his future wife, Miss Googly Longnose. She had a shapely exterior with tremendous built and head full of red hair. Mr Nailcutter was so smitten, he completely disregarded that Ms Longnose had a long nose brimming with un-extracted boogers. As a cultural habit of those times, people never really cleaned their noses in Netherlands and considered the boogers deposited in one's nasal as a sign of prosperity. Being a English man, this was a little repulsive to Mr Crooked Nailcutter. Soon he could no longer dismiss the boogers jumping from Ms Longnose's nose onto his when they kissed. One fine early morning he took the risk and pushed his crooked finger and removed all the boogers from her nose while she was sleeping. She got startled, looked at his mucus filled finger and felt the lightness of her own head free of booger weight. She uttered a desperate, heartbreaking cry and buried her booger free face in her palms with a a constant stream of tears rolling off. But soon, she realised that her breathing was far better, oxygen intake was considerable higher, and she could sneeze freely without shooting out boogers in all directions. Her sadness, soon changed its colour into that of surprise and she cried again, but this time, the tears were happy and quite grateful. Needless to say they got married immediately and as the story spread, Mr Crooked Nailcutter became the to-go man for all people to get their boogers removed. Soon, as the prevalent cultural practice, he changed his name to Mr Crooked Boogers to advertise his trade. And thus the house of boogers was born. These two fine lads carry a great shoulder of responsibility and are a part of unwritten history of the great orange country. copyright @ spade 2015 Edited by Spade 15-12-2015 18:23 |
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I got a junior from my Dutch school on es called Dick Kist. | 16/12/2015 05:58 |
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