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Ah, osamdesete... kako zaviti jako ozbiljan tekst u pop pesmičuljak: War, war is stupid and people are stupid And love means nothing in some strange quarters War, war is stupid and people are stupid And I heard them banging on hearts and fingers War People fill the world with narrow confidence Like a child at birth, a man with no defence What's mine's my own, I won't give it to you No matter what you say, no matter what you do Now we're fighting in our hearts Fighting in the streets Won't somebody help me? War, war is stupid and people are stupid And love means nothing in some strange quarters War, war is stupid and people are stupid And I heard them banging on hearts and fingers War Man is far behind in the search of something new Like a philistine, we're burning witches too This world of hate must be designed for you It matters what you say, it matters what you do Now we're fighting in our hearts Fighting in the streets Won't somebody help me? War, war is stupid and people are stupid And love means nothing in some strange quarters War, war is stupid and people are stupid And I heard them banging on hearts and fingers War, war war After the bird has flown He walked ten thousand miles back home You can't do that to me, no, you can't do that to me You can't do that to me, no, you can't do that to me War, war In this heart of mine, I'll find a place for you For black or white, for grown-up children too Now we're fighting in our hearts Fighting in the streets Won't somebody help me? War, war is stupid and people are stupid And love means nothing in some strange quarters War, war is stupid and people are stupid And I heard them banging on hearts and fingers No more war Say no more war Say war I said woah, said no more war, said no more war, said woah Said no more war, I said no more war Senso hant-ai Senso hant-ai Say no more war Say no more, no more war, said no more war Said no more war, said no more war, oh

Za nas koji smo rasli osamdesetih i upoznali opus oblačenja Boj Džordža, Damiano je puritanac 😁

Šta da ti kažem, koliko su puta sekovali Montanu, Marina, Elveja? Prošlo 40 godina, te cifre se niko ne seća. Ali svi pamte i dalje koliko titula imaju. Za 30-40 godina tadašnji klinci će prstom pokazivati na nas starkelje i govoriti "jebote, ovi su gledali jednog Brejdija uživo!" 😁

Pa kad se prevodilo sa izvornog nemačkog "Im Westen nichts Neues". Lepo se uklopio red reči u prevodu.

Tristać ni u garbage time-u ne vidi minuta na parketu. Baš gadno po njega kad ni toliko na treningu ne može da zasluži.

3, 2, 1... Partizan šampion... Vučiću šećeru... SportKlub nije Arena pa da se ne čuju tribine...

Ovo je sad već zajebancija.

Kad se setim na početku sezone kako smo komentarisali jednog debeloguzog...

Kep in da zone!

Je-bo-te! Avram stavio Fala na poster? Mislim, samo je tri glave niži?

Trifa se plezi dok zakucava. 🙂

Zaboravljena umetnost šuta sa kapice.

Madara čuvamo za Žalgiris ili mu se prikakilo?

I dalje majmunisanje u odbrani, srećom napad fercera.

Dečko debitovao za reprezentaciju Kolumbije pre 15 dana protiv Hondurasa i dao gol. Već mu napravili Jućub kompilaciju... kao i sve ostale sve pokazuje a ništa ne vidiš 🙂

Rezultati nokaut faze:

Epizoda koja posto vrišti "hoćemo Emi" ili neku sličnu nagradu. Što bi rekli Ameri, checks all the boxes. Pisaću malo više za par dana, dok svi pogledaju, da ne trpam u spoilere.

Treća epizoda The Last of Us... Nadao sam se ultra sposobnom samoživcu Bilu, njegovom konstantnom pičkaranju sa Eli, učenju Džoela kako se pravi nail bomb, rešetanju zaraženih sačmarama dok traže akumulator za kola po gradu i kao vrhunac epizode prva šorka sa bloaterom, najsnažnijom sortom zaraženih. Na kraju, odlazak Džoela i Eli ka zapadu, dok Bil gleda za njima pre nego što se vrati u svoj grad. Tome sam se nadao jer su do sada pratili igricu 95% pod konac. A dobio sam...

Naravno, pričaš o originalu iz 1930.

Ovo što Broz sa Bogu plakati igrom ima više minuta od Tristana svašta govori.

Znači standardna taktika, "da mi utrpamo preko 100,valjda oni neće".

Za kumašina mi je jasno, mamurluk ume da bude gadan, a Dante?