ingilizcede gideri olanlar gelsin lütfenn

it doesn't matter for us, for me. big games easy than the other games, unfortunately. everytime is we have the control the games, under the control the games, during the games, we have the some possibility,

i told you homie, but you niggaz didn't give a fuck. i fucking have millions of e-mails and i dont fucking remember which motherfucking e-mail i used to register. better remove my account or my niggaz in the hood will bang you up in the ass

ulan burda da mı entry-nick.

kurtulamıyorum bu beladan

i told you kindly but you dont understand. i have a lot of emails and i cant remember which one i used to register. remove my account already or i am gonna spam emails.

@19 yalan söylüyor şuku muku vermedi

@2 lan bin yine mi sen amk, "i told you kindly but you didn't understand" yap orayı amk tense uyumu yok o cümlede. onun haricinde aferin züt lalesi seni. bi de i am going to send spam mails şeklinde yaz amk. yarısı formal yarısı informal olmasın amk o kurallı cümlelerin arasında gonna ne alaka?

@1 olm sende yollamadan şu söylediğim değişiklikleri yap bari. anlarlar anlamazlar demiyorum o haliyle ama bu değişikliklerden sonra daha saygın bi imajın olur, dile hakim olduğunu gösterirsin. kısaca ne kadar formal o kadar köfte.

@5 @6 gozumden yas geldi

@6 CJ amk suku

fuck u bastard remove my account or i ll fuck ur tight ass wuhuuu

@5@6 siz nasıl bir huur çocuğusunuz. öldüm burda amk.

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remembered

lan amma şuku aldım gözlerim yaşardı

@5 la ahahahaha

@3 @6 akmış amk verdim şukunuzu

@2 bildiğin dük düşes amk ingilizce kusursuz.

@6 ahahaha yarıldım bin

i said it politely, you didn't understand. i have a millions of e-mail i can not remember which e-mail was my login adress. Make dissappear my account otherwise i'm gonna fuck your website up whith e-mail rain.

edit. street english giber

you can not understand me. i have millions of e-mail and i cant remember which one i use. please delete my account or i'm gonna flood you.

al panpa

i said beautiful, you dont understand me.i have a millions mail. i dont know which one. if you dont delete my accound, i will fuck you some rainy day

shut the fucin up your ass