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hope you continue with the very interesting subject you began kwartangkahoy. ayaw kahadlok ug sapawan ka sa mga show off

karate vs. bartitsu

kung fu vs. kinomotai

nag plano ko nga mo adto sa china kay naa may daghang yamashitaliling didto.
naay golden dragon

Quote from: Lorenzo on August 06, 2013, 10:52:21 PM
he he he you have 4 kids diay, nong? 3 girls and 1 boy?

yes doc. 3 kids.

IAN RONALIE.....ian, ROsana, regiNA, juLIE

why do i think about DEATH when i am planning to go to
china. something must be wrong with my brain.
maybe i am becoming an idiot. a mental case.

mag ampo sa ta sa mahal nga birhen para tagaan ta ug maayong biyahe. sukad ra ba nga nag
hari na ang pag dumot sa ahong kasingkasing, mi undang na ko ug rosaryo.

Blessed Mother, ever virgin, hangyo-a ang imong anak our LORD JESUS CHRIST nga pasayloon
unta ko sa ahong mga sala

wa man koy sapi, maylo sa ko sa lending para ka abot ko ug china

dagko na ahong mga baktin. they can fend for themselves. gihatagan naman naho ug mga kotse ang mga dagko for their graduation gifts. pwede na sila maoy mo drive sa ilang mga manghod. libre na ko mo la-ag.

Dear Lord,

I try to LOVE my enemies. But it is so hard to do

hubag bohol and company said that the monkey is already off his back since you locked my topic. naka hinomdom ko sauna nga gi badlong mi nimo, mi undang ko dajon. misamot ug gara ni si hubag. kasabot man ko nimo. you were right in your decision to ban me before. it was my fault. you are right kong pasagdan lang nimo nga tawagon ko ug idiot, stupid, unggoy ug uban pa. because hubag is the lifeblood of tbnation. he is your no.1 columnist.

i told doc lorenz i have already forgiven hubag. i will not proceed with the operation which i planned. pa tiwasa lang sa ko ug gawas dinhi sa tubagbohol for a few more days.

kong okey lang nimo , we will continue with your chess tournament next year. mas maajo gud unta ug 2x or 3x a year
para dili mawala ang momentum. but as you can see, lisod ang pag pangita ug sponsors.

same date next year, sigihan nato ang chess tournament. the first prize will be P10,000.  but i want it changed . no more rene BALONG econg. although it is a great honor for me nga mabasa sa tanan ang halangdon nga ngalan ni balonglong tikongkong.


                        BALONG and BOCATS  CHESS TOURNAMENT

at your request, the circus will not leave town. i will reincarnate as the clown

la isla bonita

wa na juy tsans bay lakan. dugay na mang wa mag pakita si boss balong. basin na tigbak na to kay high blood ra ba to.

hahay. sayang wa matiwas iyoting sa sine. pordoy na ang financier . bankrupt na. over the budget. wa pa kaabot sa pinas, new york lang kotob.

nice teamwork

Quote from: diablo on August 05, 2013, 06:02:22 PM
i am a collector of old useless things like vhs tapes. but the best "collection" of all are people.
votives, to claim your $100, butangi ug kina kusgan nimong picture dinhi sa announcement section. your real name and address.

undang na ang ahong sine . bankrupt na ang financier. mao nga mang wilwig na lang ko ug $100 every month.

vots,

bisan di na nimo butangan ug picture, name and adres. found it in my file. just let me know you are still there. hang on in there man. GOD will not give us problems we cannot solve. behind the clouds, the sun is still shining.

Quote from: hubag bohol on August 05, 2013, 09:27:26 PM

im not coming back anymore. sowee na lang. no more games. in a few days, just reality.

padayon paring bol-anon

Quote from: moneytree on August 05, 2013, 10:04:38 PM
This thread does not belong here. You should not abuse your privilege

just leave them alone kwartangkahoy. you cant do anything with these people. mas kosog pa sa bagjo. mga manok sa ring.

naka hinomdom ko sauna. na headline sa mga newspapers sa sacramento ang pag biyahe sa among barko, back in the days when i was a sheman. it so happened that our ship was named m/v sacramento.

gamay na lang ang oras nga nabilin dinhi sa kalibotan. karong pila ka adlaw, tua na ko sa langit.

you are a hypocrite islander. mamadlong ka lopig pay board of censors. and look what you are doing. pagka daghang topic dinhi, nganong mag pa headline man jud mo si hubag.

i will try to love my enemies. but it's so hard to do

doc,

i have already forgiven those who humiliated me. thank you so much for your advice. in a few days, i move on with my life. enjoyed my stay here in tubagbohol but it was not meant to be. sayang . gi pa balik na unta ko ni mike. was really surprised kay abi ko nga my ban was for a lifetime. mo lakaw na lang ko para way samok. unsaon nga sobra man ka mapa hitas-on ning ahong mga kontra. kong aho silang gi insulto, i was only striking back. kay mao jud ni aho. di ko mahilona kong di ko maka bawos. maayo na lang kay naa man ka nga kanunay nag maymay naho. to keep cool. i am a reasonable man. not idiot or stupid. i thought on everything you said. you are right. vengeance is the LORD's. not for us mortal men. i will not seek revenge. i will not proceed with the operation i was planning.

GOD BLESS US ALL

bals

Quote from: hubag bohol on August 05, 2013, 05:13:38 PM
"Mokaon nga kangitngit?" As in Death Eaters? Madame, that era is a thing of the past, though yes, the recent past...

di na ko mokaon ug death kay gi badlong na ko. mahi langit na ko rong pila ka adlaw

asa naman ka vots. mag lisod ko mopadala sa kwarta kong di ka mo claim. sayang kong ipadala naho . unya wala ka. just show up here in the forum. will wait for a few days more coz im leaving town.

Quote from: hubag bohol on August 05, 2013, 09:49:31 PM

the monkey is still here

the fun will end. next few days

wardiflex: nindot ba ang coffee diha sa starbucks bai doc? wen kaha ko katilaw ana..salamat Ginoo sa imong pag pangga kanamo..

imong turno sunod wards. unahon nato si votives

Big Heart, Special Tamales

The operation through which these workers have been fed without charge began three years ago and is financed mainly from the $600 a week Mr. Muñoz earns driving a school bus.

His life revolves almost entirely around preparing and serving the meals. All the cooking is done in the small house with gray vinyl siding where he lives with his 66-year-old mother, Doris Zapata, and his sister, Luz, who works for the Social Security Administration.

He telephones home from the road a dozen times a day to plan the menus. He has few friends, and no hobbies.

“I haven’t seen a movie in two years,” Mr. Muñoz said one afternoon in his kitchen as he boiled milk for hot chocolate. “But sometimes I listen to music when I’m driving.”

His sister described the situation more bluntly. “He got no life,” she said, looking awkwardly away from her brother as she stirred a boiling pot of lentils. “But he got a big heart. He really does.”

Mr. Muñoz also has stamina. Every morning he gets up at 4:45 to assess his inventory of food, which is made available in part with the help of friends and acquaintances. He doesn’t have to go far.

A mammoth freezer that occupies nearly half the dining room is stocked with cooked meats and vegetables that he collects twice a week from Colombian acquaintances who work in the food industry on Long Island, but whose names Mr. Muñoz will not disclose so as not to jeopardize their jobs. The dining room table is laden with boxes of fresh but slightly wounded bagels and rolls donated weekly by Monteforte, an Italian bakery in Richmond Hill. From Tia Betty Mexica Bakery and Tortilleria in Woodhaven come bulging bags of sweet breads.

“One day Jorge just came in and asked for extra food for his guys,” said Tomas Gutierrez, owner of Tia Betty. “Tortillas, breads â€" last week we made special tamales for his guys.”

Mr. Muñoz’s porch is walled with bulk-size bottles of ketchup and mayonnaise, and the living room is littered with the bounty from his weekly trips to Costco: 15 bags of spaghetti, six cans of tomato sauce, and boxes of plastic containers in front of the television. Mr. Muñoz says he has not watched the television in more than a year.

A Family’s Tortured Journey

Although Ms. Zapata does not help deliver meals, she is an equal partner in her son’s operation, and her involvement is born in part from her own experiences.

For the first years of her marriage, the family lived in a small city in Colombia. In 1974, her husband was killed when a passing truck sent a rock sailing into his head as he sat on a curb outside the coffee distribution factory where he worked. Although her parents visited monthly bringing food to feed Jorge and Luz, then 9 and 10, the help was not enough.

In 1984, after a decade of struggle, Ms. Zapata left her children with her parents and began the journey that eventually would take her to Bushwick, Brooklyn, where she found work as a live-in nanny, earning $120 a week.

Over the next two years she saved enough to bring her children to the city â€" all three are now United States citizens â€" but the osteoporosis and arthritis that have twisted her hands and hunched her back forced her into retirement seven years ago.

All these experiences have given her particular empathy for the workers her son feeds.

“We were immigrants and we were illegal,” Ms. Zapata said one afternoon as she poured lemon juice into a bowl of rice. “So I imagine that the workers may also be going around in fear, hiding from the police, hiding from immigration.”

Ms. Zapata thinks she understands the feelings that motivate her son, whom she calls Georgie. He always had a good Samaritan side, she said, which was on display when he was just 7 and a man came by their house asking for food.

Ms. Zapata told the visitor they had none. “But Jorge gave him his plate,” she recalled. “I said, ‘Jorge, you have to eat for school.’ And he said, ‘No, I’ll just have bread.’”

‘Guys Are Waiting for Me’

The mission shared by mother and son started three years ago when Colombian acquaintances who work in the food industry mentioned to Mr. Muñoz that excess food was thrown out at their workplaces. One evening around the same time, he noticed the knot of day laborers clustered under the el.

Stopping to talk, he learned that most of them sleep under the bridge across the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway at 69th Street or in the emergency room of Elmhurst Hospital, where they can stay until they are booted out at 5 a.m. To save money, they skimp on meals, and the little money they pocket is immediately wired to destitute relatives back home.

In the beginning, Mr. Muñoz’s commitment to feeding these men was modest. Three nights a week, he stuffed each of eight brown bags with a piece of fruit, a cookie and a juice box, loaded the bags into his truck, and drove to the corner where the men congregated. Word spread, and within a year, Mr. Muñoz and his mother were churning out 15 hot dinners a night. Now they feed several dozen on a single evening.

“Once I started, I can’t go back,” he said as he headed off one recent evening. “Those guys are waiting for me. These guys, they got nothing. They live in the street. They have no family. They have no relatives, nothing. They just wait for me. And I say, ‘O.K., no problem.’”

If It’s Thursday ...

Because donations are sporadic and quantities unpredictable, cooking for a crowd in a kitchen the size of a parking space presents a nightly logistical challenge.

At 3 o’clock one recent afternoon, Ms. Zapata could be found staring dubiously at a tray of cooked, frozen barbecued chicken that had been donated by one of her son’s benefactors. By 4, the chicken had thawed, but she estimated that it would feed only 20 people. Her son, who had just returned from his afternoon bus run, said 30 meals were needed. And so began the nightly process of ad hoc menu revision.

Time was of the essence. Mr. Muñoz tries hard to make sure the workers are fed at the same time every night; otherwise, he fears, he will lose them.

On a calendar pinned to the refrigerator, which bears 10 images of Christ, Ms. Zapata had scribbled the week’s menus. Tuesday: baked pork with beans. Wednesday: burgers in barbecue sauce with hash browns. Thursday: pasta with beef.

As if seven nights weren’t enough, on Fridays Mr. Muñoz collects donated waffles and pancakes, and he serves Saturday breakfast for 200 workers at seven locations in Queens. For Sunday dinner, on what he describes as his “day off,” he and his sister make 40 ham and cheese sandwiches.

This afternoon, Mr. Muñoz and his mother scrutinized the week’s menus to figure out what they could scrounge from storage without upending the rest of the week’s schedule. After a quick survey of items on the porch, Mr. Muñoz decided on pasta with tuna.

Soon, pots on all four burners on the stove were bubbling with milk, pasta, and white and yellow rice. While waiting for the chicken to warm, Ms. Zapata and her children began sorting bills on a chair in a bedroom; no other space was available. Electricity runs about $120 a month, and gas $100 every two months.

According to Mr. Muñoz, the family spends about $200 a week on the meals.

“If I had a choice,” he said, “I’d do a good breakfast with a proper budget. And I’d do lunch, too.”

By 5 p.m. he was fading. He slouched against the kitchen wall and closed his eyes for a moment. Then he straightened up, poured his sixth cup of coffee of the day, and served himself a bowl of lentils over buttered rice. This was his dinner, and as the workers do, he ate standing up.

By 8:30, the truck was loaded. “Bye, Mami,” Mr. Muñoz said as he gave his mother a kiss. “I love you.”

En route, he stopped off at the International Ministerial Church of Jesus Christ in Woodside, as he does every night. When he arrived on the corner, the men lined up in single file in front of the bed of the truck, which functioned as a counter. He handed takeout containers to the men, who almost all returned for seconds. One man stuffed plastic boxes of orange juice into his pockets to tide him over until the next meal. Within 10 minutes, the truck was empty.

Mr. Muñoz tipped over the hot chocolate cooler. “I think there is a little bit left,” he announced to one of the workers. “There is a little, brother. You got the last drop.”

Hector Peralta, a ponytailed Mexican who came to the United States five years ago, has been eating Mr. Muñoz’s dinners for four months. Without them, he said, he would go hungry. “We wouldn’t even know what to do,” he said. “This is my first meal since yesterday.”

Gratitude goes both ways.

“I feel great when I see these guys with their smiling face,” Mr. Muñoz said. “Because they got something to eat before they go to sleep.”

maka kita lang ko sa pahiyom sa naka dawat ug $100, sangko na sa langit ahong kalipay. this is my way of paying back. kay pareha ko ug kahimtang sa mga homeless dinhi sa states sauna. 3 days no eat, higda lang sa luneta. sa nangaplay pa ko ug sheman.

When Mr. Muñoz’s truck pulled in, several workers pressed their faces to the tinted windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of dinner. Hopping into the back of the truck, Mr. Muñoz began untying steaming containers filled with hot chocolate and foil-covered trays of homemade barbecued chicken. As the workers accepted Styrofoam containers stuffed with hearty portions of chicken and rice, they thanked him as respectfully as if he were a parent, never mind that the 5-foot-2 Mr. Muñoz, with his buzz cut and boyish grin, could pass for 20-something.

“God bless you,” one burly worker said as he dug into his meal. “I haven’t eaten in three days.”

Mr. Muñoz replied with a smile, “You can eat here every day at 9:30.”

The relationship between Mr. Muñoz and many of the men he feeds is personal. “Uribe, you want more coffee?” he asked as he saw a familiar face. “Simon, do you want seconds on this pasta?”

In a way, Mr. Muñoz seems to need these men as much as they need him. His unofficial meal program gives meaning and focus to his life. He is as eager to help his motley clientele as they are to be helped.

“I know these people are waiting for me,” he said of the emotions that fuel his quixotic and perhaps obsessive crusade. “And I worry about them. You have to see their smile, man. That’s the way I get paid.”

But offers of work are few these days, and competition for jobs is intense. As winter approaches, a man can easily spend the entire day shivering and desperately hungry, because these day laborers, many of them from Mexico or elsewhere in Latin America, are not only poor immigrants in need of work; many are also homeless, or nearly.

“We come here to look for work,” said a 47-year-old Ecuadorean named Carlos Suarez as he hugged a cheap leopard-print comforter that serves as his bed. “There is none. What can we do?”

Mr. Suarez says that he has sometimes gone days without eating and has on occasion survived only on bread. But for the past three months, he has eaten at least one hot meal a day, thanks to a former illegal immigrant who, with the help of his mother, has become a guardian angel for these workers.

The man, Jorge Muñoz, is an elfin 43-year-old who goes by the nickname Colombia, a reference to the country from which he emigrated 21 years ago.

Every night around 9:30, he arrives at the intersection from his home in Woodhaven, driving a white pickup truck laden with enough home-cooked fare to feed the dozens of day laborers who congregate there.

For many New Yorkers, Thanksgiving is a weekend to indulge in a brief stint of volunteerism at a church or soup kitchen. For Mr. Muñoz, the holiday is just another night devoted to feeding his unofficial flock.

“Every single night, Jorge is here,” said one worker, his leathery face peering out from a hooded sweatshirt. “Doesn’t matter. Rain, thunderstorm, lightning. He do that from his good will, you know.

“He feeds everybody, make the stomach happy,” the worker added. “He’s an angel.”

Would You Like To help ?

Here are a few ways to do it:

Groceries and winter clothes
If you would like to donate groceries and/or winter clothes, please
send an email directly to Luz Muñoz by using the contact form.
She will gladly get back to you with alternatives on how to drop off or
ship your donation.

Cash Donations
Donations in cash, money order or checks can be payable to
An Angel In Queens, Inc. and mailed to the following address:

Jorge Muñoz
P.O. Box 210054
Woodhaven, NY 11421

Paypal Donations
You can also use the button below to send electronic donations via paypal.


every month, mo donate pod ko ug ginagmay sa angel in queens. not that im bragging about it. pilay pad naa poy readers nato nga stateside maka basa ani. mo tabang pod.

dili sayon dinhi sa states. naay daghang mexicans mag istambay sa kanto. hoping that someone will pick them up for a job. $100 ang usa ka adlaw for backbreaking job in construction or as laborers in farms.  pasalamat na lang ko sa GINOO nga naka abot na ko ug ingon ani nga kahimtang. i can afford to give away $100. tip sa waitress kong gwapa. kong maot nawong $10. sa pagka karon $7.50 ang minimum salary per hour.

The Following article was published by the New York Times on Nov 25 2007

By ADAM B. ELLICK

EVERY weekday, starting as early as 7 in the morning and continuing until 7 at night,weary-looking men dressed in threadbare jackets and worn running shoes gather at the corner of Roosevelt Avenue and 73rd Street in Jackson Heights, Queens, under the gloomy shadow of the el.

Swiveling their heads as if watching a tennis match, the men scan each passing car,in the hope that a driver will stop and offer up $100 in exchange for a 10-hour day of grueling labor on a construction or demolition project on Long Island.


But offers of work are few these days, and competition for jobs is intense. As winter approaches, a man can easily spend the entire day shivering and desperately hungry, because these day laborers, many of them from Mexico or elsewhere in Latin America,are not only poor immigrants in need of work; many are also homeless, or nearly.

“We come here to look for work,” said a 47-year-old Ecuadorean named Carlos Suarez as he hugged a cheap leopard-print comforter that serves as his bed. “There is none. What can we do?” Mr. Suarez says that he has sometimes gone days without eating and has on occasion survived only on bread. But for the past three months, he has eaten at least one hot meal a day, thanks to a former illegal immigrant who, with the help of his mother, has become a guardian angel for these workers.

The man, Jorge Muñoz, is an elfin 43-year-old who goes by the nickname Colombia.....

jorge munoz distributes food to the homeless.

mahimo gud nga private message lang ni. pero wa na koy lingaw. kay advertisement man ni. giving my money away is my idea of having fun.

Quote from: diablo on August 05, 2013, 06:04:57 PM

part of my "collection"

her name is gladyz. dont know where she is now. wa na ko kasod sa bolanon.com

vots,

ay lang ug kabaka. naa ko kanunay sa imong likod. paningkamoti lang nga maka trabaho ka ug balik. kong maka trabaho na ka, unja ra ta mag sogod ug negosyo. lisod man gud ning negosyo ug maoy saligan tanan. mag lisod ug tobo. mas maayo ang negosyo kong sideline lang.

ahong gi kontak si tata. estorya mi sa webcam. tua sija karon sa oman. way ayo. P12000 lang ang starting salary nila. maru na ang mga arabo. di pareha sauna nga dagko kaajo ug sweldo. ang sweldo ni tata P40,000 lang a month. manager.  libre hinoon tanan.

i advised tata to quit his job. its not worth it. kay ang restaurant sa mga arabo naay smoking room. ma inhale nimo ang second hand smoke from hashish.

hang on in there vots.

mas lami unta ug naay daghang pictures.

part of my "collection"

i am a collector of old useless things like vhs tapes. but the best "collection" of all are people.
votives, to claim your $100, butangi ug kina kusgan nimong picture dinhi sa announcement section. your real name and address.

undang na ang ahong sine . bankrupt na ang financier. mao nga mang wilwig na lang ko ug $100 every month.

heard you loud and clear amigo

abi ko ug killed na ko. daghang salamat mike nga gi logwayan pa nimo ahong life. ga bitay na ko sa usa ka logas nga lanot. so mentras buhi pa, dokdok lang gihapon sa iyoter

welcome back miss isla mendoza

tomorrow, our lecture will be

HOW TO AVOID DEATH

don't miss it

mo undang sa ug lecture si prof. diablo. kay nia na pod atong student nga banhaan. di maminaw ug lecture. see you all tomorrow students.

ayaw lagi ug banha. read the hunt for hubag bohol because that is your survival manual. you better listen carefully to everything i say. kay mawa na ra ba ko after august 17. you will be on your own.

up with this thread. matod pa ni half crazy.

keep quiet. nag lecture pa ang professor banha ka. you better read the hunt for hubag bohol...

gi pistahan ning SEEK sa mga traders. more than 118 million shares were traded last friday.

ako manggiloy-on nga tawo. ang electrician nga nag maintain sa ahong subdivision [renee terrace] ahong gi tudlo-an sa ahong style of trading. kay sigi man sija ug hangjo nga mag pa tudlo. dili man ko barat mo sweldo. pero interesado jud ang ahong electrician. let us call him hubs para madali.

everyday i taught hubs. i let him use an actual trading account. daghan man ko ug accounts with different brokers. naa koy schwab, etrade, scottrade, etc. dili man ka maka antigo ug lecture lang. i let him trade with my money. karon nag full time na sija ug trading. mi undang na sija pagka electrician. i had to get a new electrician. but that's fine with me. because i was able to share my blessings. i helped someone improve his situation in life.

today hubs easily make $500 to $1000 a day from trading.

aho mong tudlo-an unsaon pag pangwarta sa stock market. kong naa kay $1000 dont buy google. usa ra ka share imong ma palit. buy a penny stock instead. naa koy gibantayan nga stock karon. SEEK. like seek and you shall find. ahong pangita-on si hubag, guaranteed 100 percent poro vitsin, segurado nahong makit-an. because i have the tools to find him.

SEEK is the ticker symbol for TheDirectory.com. it is a search engine like google. it is a company in tampa, florida. tampa is an hour and a half drive from where i live in poinciana or kissimmee.

TheDirectory.com CEO to Be Interviewed on Small Cap Stock Program Traders Nation TAMPA, FL--(Marketwired - Aug 2, 2013) - TheDirectory.com, Inc. (PINKSHEETS: SEEK), an emerging leader in the Local search space, today announced that its CEO Scott Gallagher will be interviewed on the small cap stock market program Traders Nation Tuesday August 6(th) , 2013.

Talking about Google, Google's initial public offering took place on August 19, 2004. A total of 19,605,052 shares were offered at a price of $85 per share. Of that, 14,142,135  were floated by Google and 5,462,917 by selling stockholders. The sale raised US$1.67 billion, and gave Google a market capitalization of more than $23 billion. Many of Google's employees became instant paper millionaires. Yahoo!, a competitor of Google, also benefited from the IPO because it owns 2.7 million shares of Google.

Today Google's share price is $906.57

well well well. dili ka toohan ning ahong mga estorya. pero mas maajo pay motoo na lang mo para madali. kahibaw na man mo ug google earth. ang ahong gi gamit google earth pro. barato ra gud kong naa kay kwarta. pa set up naho sa ahong programmer, connect to bloomberg terminals which has more than 320,000 around the world, connect to my satellite dish. believe me, klaro hasta kalimotaw ni mr. hubs. just kidding...

ip address plus GPS. voila. i know who mr. hubs is. di lang mo naho tug-anan kong kinsa para mas thrilling. hihihihi

telegrams pa intawon sauna. karon email na. sigi lang ug ka improve ang technology. mi gawas ang wifi. sapawan na pod ug mas powerful nga technology. wimax. naka dungog na ba mo ug 3D printing. mahimo ka ug mag gama ug pistola diha sa imong balay gikan lang sa printing machine.

On August 17, 1975, Sen. Frank Church appeared on NBC's Meet the Press to discuss the results of his full-scale investigation into America's burgeoning intelligence capabilities.

Sen. Church revealed startling information and closed with a dire warning to every citizen of the United States.

America's intelligence gathering capability at any time could be turned around on the American people and no American would have any privacy left. Such is the capability to monitor everything: telephone conversations, telegrams, it doesn't matter. There would be no place to hide.

If this govt. ever became a tyrant, if a dictator ever took charge in this country, the technological capacity that the intelligence community has given the govt. could enable it to impose total tyranny, and there would be no way to fight back because the most careful effort to combine together in resistance to the govt., no matter how privately it was done, is w/in the reach of the govt. Such is the capability of this technology.

begins on AUGUST 17

looy tawon si hubag. knocked down by his addiction to fame as no.1 columnist

maka adik ning medalya. lopig pay drugs. daghang nangamatay ug drug addiction. so better be careful. just a gentle reminder.

himoon diay nimong dirty dozen imong medalya. good luck

i will leave now so you can keep on posting to your hearts content

i like cats and dogs. thats a point in your favor. but the best thing for you to do is just get lost

nice. keep on posting. way daganay after aug. 17

Quote from: diablo on August 04, 2013, 07:53:46 PM
pakita gani nang imong nawong. po-ol ra pod nang iring. you received $20 before. i will make it $100.

claim your $100. post your name and address again. you already posted it before

you are digging your grave deeper. keep on posting

;D

por tabla ning atong duwa. pareha tang mangawa dinhi sa forum.

go go go for your medals bay hubs. nothing to worry about. just mental torture. kay di ko mag pa hibaw unsang orasa ka signiton

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keep on posting. after august 17, mo post pa gani ka, horot na jud ahong bilib nimo

just try to ignore me. pretend that i do not exist. so you will have no worries. hakuna matata

cant wait for aug. 17. but dont worry. boils and hubags and other endangered species will not be harmed during the iyoting of our movie

di ka mo undang ug post, signiton na ka

maajo na lang nang $100. naa kay hinaguan dokdok iyoter

pakita gani nang imong nawong. po-ol ra pod nang iring. you received $20 before. i will make it $100.

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unsa man. gusto kang maka kita sa ahong gun collection.

butangi gani na ug picture ug posil. dili nang copy paste. para ma hadlok ko

Si Taga Tigbotoy una ang inyong alagad karon. Ingon niini ang diwa sa pakigdait--magtinabangay, dili magsangyaw og mini nga mga hulga nga tataw kaayong way katumanan..

we will soon see. practice your bartitsu and kinomotai. you have speed and agility because you are younger than me. but i have the wiles of an old combat veteran. hihihihi

i dont make threats i cannot fulfill. when i point my gun at you, i will squeeze the trigger. but i am not going to kill you. i will let you live so you can do penance for your sins, blasphemer of the Blessed Virgin.

i dont even hate you anymore. i have no more emotions left. in a few days, i will become a cold blooded killer. i will relive my days when i was a soldier. i thought my past was already buried. how wrong i was. for here i am again embroiled in a battle to regain my honor. you dishonored me. you will pay.

i dont care anymore if you call me ignorant, idiot or stupid. you dont know that what we are doing is for real. you are already in mortal danger. fantasy will turn to reality on august 17

pahimosli ug post aron maka kuha na pod ka ug laing medalya

daghang salamat na lang sa imong tambag moneytree. tbnation is too small for me and hubs. only one will remain or both of us will be gone after august 17

dili ka toohan ning ahong mga estorya. sigi lang. di pa man ko tantong pobre. maka plete pa ko ug china. maka plete pa ko ug pilipinas

Quote from: diablo on August 04, 2013, 12:20:53 PM

"Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die"  Ecclesiastes 8:15,

makita ninjo nga ang ahong nawong nag katawa. apan ang dughan pono sa kasobo. kay ipalabi man jud ni hubs ang iyang ka bantog. he does not want to give up his fame. i am sad that we have already reached the abyss. there is no turning back. ang sunod nga mga eksena makita ninjo kining inyong maglilingaw nag camouflage dili na sa restaurant sa insik kong dili, nag bitbit na ug armalite sa kabukiran sa mindanao.

Quote from: diablo on August 02, 2013, 08:24:42 PM


perteng isoga ning ahong kontra. he keeps calling me stupid. looy kaajo ko

it's just comforting to know that you are one of them....STUPID, IDIOT. guess we have one thing in common. i am not alone. i have you for company

"Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die"  Ecclesiastes 8:15,

maajo nang naay tsans ang kontra. sport lang ba. di na lang naho dad-on ug dajon si ian. lisod tong eksena nga pa om omon ug pistola si little botoy

bartitsu vs. kung fu

death squad vs. dirty dozen

mas lami ni nga ending tingali. rape pon ni hubag si shahani. and then balong comes to the rescue. bartitsu and kinomotai vs. kung fu. what do you  think pipol.
who will win in the final confrontation of hubagbohol and balong

maajo ug lakaw ang atong sine. isog kaajo ang atong kontrabida. ajo laman ug mo lahutay pa ni after august 17