Peyjinn

þriðjudagur, júlí 04, 2006

Nú styttist í útferð og þar af leiðandi styttist í ÞETTA

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Nafnlaus sagði...: There were three pilots. One was from navy, second one was from airforce and the third one was from an airline. All of them were talking big about themselves.
The airforce pilot said: "we pilots in airforce are the best, we got such good brains that if something happens to us and our brains get scattered, our doctors are so good that they collect all our brains put it together and next day we are back in flying."
The navy pilot said: "we pilots in the navy are the best, we got such strong guts that we take off and land on the moving ship, if something happens to us and our guts get scattered in the sea then our doctors are so good they collect all our guts, put them together and next day we are back in flying."
The Airline pilot was listening to them very patiently, when both of them finished he said: "we pilots from the airline are the best, we have no brains and no guts but still we fly."

A male pilot is a confused soul who talks about women when he is flying, and about flying when he is with a woman.; 1:23 f.h.
Nafnlaus sagði...: Er peyjinn svona busy að hann má ekki vera að því að blogga? fékk hann loksins að vinna drengurinn??

Krullan; 8:05 e.h.
Nafnlaus sagði...: Mmmmm... útferð.; 9:02 f.h.

þriðjudagur, júlí 04, 2006