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Souria's Social Room
Started by Tomato_83 at 05-12-2007 10:26 PM. Topic has 290 replies.
  
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 05-13-2007, 10:28 AM
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blawlashi
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Re: souria dot com .. the story
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ever heard of the flashbacks? 
مقسومين .. لك قوم فوت نام وصير حلام
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06-18-2007, 07:45 AM
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blawlashi
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Re: souria dot com .. the story
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Logo was a charming wretched poor fella .. who lived on the decks of Liverpool .. he used to wear a pair of convertible old Cons .. with a worn “400” yellow shirt .. just by looking at the fella .. you feel like you wanna give him a dime .. or kick his ass to get rid of your daily pressures and routines
Logo was a very good player at the game of Tricks .. although he had a bad history with the king of hearts .. but yet he was the champion with his all time partner matrix .. who used to be hunted by the sailors from Idleb .. but he always managed to get away .. at least this is what he says ..
One day when Logo and matrix were in the middle of a breath taking game of Tricks .. one guy from the other pair of players was drinking Barada beer and he was totally drunk .. he offered matrix a ticket on Teetanic (as pronounced in the local dialect of .. guess where?!) .. for exchange of edited by admin
So Logo and matrix went on board of the Teetanic .. Logo got the upper bed as matrix urged .. and they were very happy for being on the biggest ship ever .. they were more happier next day when they saw the most pretty girl of all time .. and although she committed suicide the next day .. but the two fellas had enough fantasies that night
One girl in the name of yasmmen was strolling on the ship the next day when she accidentally saw Logo drawing something .. she approached him to take a look at the painting .. and to her great surprise she found that he had made a caricature of her .. she was angry and gave him the slap he deserved
Logo was determined to take his revenge .. and he made a plan for the next day .. hit the next iceberg the ship comes across .. knowing that this would freak the poor girl out .. he gave the Captain some Tamara tea to doze him .. and on the dream of the hellish plan he slept that night ..
To be continued ..
مقسومين .. لك قوم فوت نام وصير حلام
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06-18-2007, 12:10 PM
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blawlashi
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and by the way .. it's تريكس
مقسومين .. لك قوم فوت نام وصير حلام
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06-18-2007, 06:14 PM
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blawlashi
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okay but was it boring? cause that's what I felt .. damn I lost my touch in Damascus 
مقسومين .. لك قوم فوت نام وصير حلام
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06-18-2007, 08:34 PM
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LOGO
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 yasmmen wrote: | | blawlashi wrote: | |
she was angry and gave him the slap he deserved
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hada 2ad3af eliman
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he said: to be continued ..
wait for my revenge ....
وطني.... يا عز ما بينهان
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06-20-2007, 03:16 AM
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LOGO
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Dozey el7aji
وطني.... يا عز ما بينهان
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06-20-2007, 03:23 AM
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LOGO
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06-21-2007, 12:16 PM
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blawlashi
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it was night but no one on board was asleep .. most pasengers were online on souria.com .. yasmmen was holding a Jazmine and removing it's leaves as she muttered with every leaf she took away : kill him .. don't kill him .. kill him .. don't kill him
suddenly she spotted something in the distance .. as she gazed with eyes open wide she saw an Ice berg .. she ran towards the cabin and shouted at the dozey old man sitting there: ice berg you moron!
GFK was almost dozey when yasmmen shouted and he startled .. "what?" he said
"ice berg .. right ahead"
"okay .. don't shout!" he left his chair and called the captain .. but his mobile was out of range .. "of course it's out of range .. Syriatel doesn't cover the north pacific .. duh!" he blamed himself
"hey Coffee" GFK shouted
"do you want coffee sir?"
"no .. call that America lad Coffee .. I need him here"
"yes Hajji"
"do you know how to drive a ship"
"well I used to drive a Ferrari in the North Pacific Rally .. but Teetanic ... mmm .. I don't know about Syrian Engines .. here I'd give it a try .. how much time before we hit the ice berg"
"well we should've hit it already"
booooooooooooom
"ya .. that was it" GFK said
to be continued ..
مقسومين .. لك قوم فوت نام وصير حلام
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06-26-2007, 06:51 AM
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blawlashi
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A knock at the door on the Captain's room
Captain Za3bat: yes?
GFK: Captain I need to talk to you
Za3bat: if it's about cockroaches come back later
GFK: ah .. about that .. no no .. it's aaaaa problem .. we have a problem
Za3bat opens the door: problems? .. what problems? .. how could there be any problems with you on the deck? .. what kind of team spirit is this?
GFK spots the naked lady inside: well what about the virtue of sharing (pointing at the lady)
Za3bat: ah .. so what is the problem you were talking about?
GFK: we have hit an ice berg
Za3bat: an ice berg? .. so that shake wasn't .. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
GFK: what do we do now?
Za3bat: I don't care .. take it down .. you know if we won't die here on the Teetanic .. we'll die in an accident on Mazzeh Autostrad
GFK: if I'm going down I'm taking my weed with me .. oops
Za3bat: weed? what weed? .. and you were just preaching about sharing ... hey come back here ..
to be continued ..
مقسومين .. لك قوم فوت نام وصير حلام
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09-30-2007, 09:18 AM
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blawlashi
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once upon a time .. there was a very brave clansman .. who fought against the terrany of the admin .. and this brave man had a son whose name was william walashi .. that kid was also very brave and he didn't care when people made fun of him because he was wearing a skirt .. in fact he loved the girl next door .. tomatomurron .. in spite of the rumors that she ate her brothers .. and kept saying that she was a bonga
William Walashi grew up with his best frind Americancofee .. and because of his stupid name they just called him Hamish .. he had a very long beard to cover the expresso machine he hid under his chin ..
one day when Walashi and Hamish were hanging out in Ibn Battuta .. a knight from the troops of Logo Shanks came to disturb the wedding of Phoenician .. they wanted to take his bride which accidentally was his sister .. he offered his mother in exchange but the troops refused .. he finally gave up his bride in exchange for money
One day William Walashi and Tomatomurron met secretly in the woods .. they exchanged their i-pods .. an angel named pureheart saw the incident .. he wanted Walashi's i-pod .. and was determined to take it the next day .. so when he saw Tomatomurron moving between posts the next day he snatched the i-pod and ran .. Tomatomurron ran after him and kicked him right in the ass .. ironically he fell down unconcious .. as she took her i-pod back he took a knife and slaughtered her (it's just acting) .. when her head fell down .. three bongas came out running
Walashi saw what happened .. he was one step ahead of achieving his life time wish .. he took out his knife and slaughtered him .. when pureheart's head fell down a great deal of *** came out running
Hamish was jumping in happiness .. the whole souria.com community was thrilled .. sighs of relief were heard everywhere
to be continued ..
مقسومين .. لك قوم فوت نام وصير حلام
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11-22-2009, 10:52 AM
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crazyivan
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Diaries of an Orientalist.
March 16, 1917, 11:29 PM
Tabuk, Saudi Arabia
Dear diary,
Little have I known about the level of intimacy between Arabs and their camels. Arab not only name their camels, they give them personalities, they celebrate their birthdays, they style their hair, they drink their piss, and in some cases, they fcuk them.
I am writing from within a tent set up by the eminent
Arab tribe, Bani Hazza3; A feared Qabillah known with their ruthlessness, their strict adherence to social and religious rules established centuries ago, and with their unparalleled adornment for camels.
The leader of Bani Hazza3, Hazza3, had 14 wives and 36 children, but only one camel. He named him za3bbot. there are several rumors as to why the leader of the most feared tribe would choose such a silly name for his one and only camel. Some say that za3boot was the name of Hazza3's first camel love; some say that za3boot is Quraishi for "the one." What is known, though, is that when za3boot was born, a single tear came out of Hazza3's left eye, who hugged his new camel, and said: "I shall call you za3boot."
Since his birth, za3boot was treasured to the highest levels. He was fed the finest Saudi cuisine, which is made of one dish called "Kabsah." His hair was dyed and styled under the hands of the best Saudi stylists. His daily routine included a two hour work-out session, a one-hour nap, a wild run in the desert, and a three-hour closed-door session with Hazza3, during which no one knew what took place.
As expected, jealousy started eating out the hearts of Bani Hazza3's men, women, and camels. Hazza3's wives saw za3boot as a threat to their images in their husband's eyes, which was low in the first place. Hazza3's children were ignored, starved, their names not even remembered by their father; they developed a permanent notion of inferiority and self-loathing. But the levels of antipathy against za3boot was highest among the tribe's camels, who determined that with za3boot in power, none of them will never make it to the warmth of Hazza3's hands. za3boot's existence jeopardized
the ancient Saudi tradition, where a camel's position in the tribe
depended solely on their qualifications, and replaced it with one where
camels would inherent power based on their closeness to the head of the
tribe.
Five camels met in the secrecy of the night, all determined to plot a plan that would throw za3boot off the chair of power. crazyivan, the camel of the tribe's architect, suggested that weed be put in za3boot's food, making him dump and slow. stalwart, whose owner is a well-respected biologist, thought that weed should rather be injected in za3boot's blood stream. bassel, whose owner is not known, said that they should just offer weed to za3boot, get high with him, and discuss a peaceful solution. blawlashi, the camel of the tribe's magician and fortune-teller, suggest that they do nothing, and meet weekly to discuss their feelings. Finally, lost-paradise, whose owner is a damascan spy, suggested that the best way to ruin the relationship between Hazza3 and za3boot is to give Hazza3 the impression that za3boot is cheating on him. A Consensus was reached. A camel must attract za3boot with a lure just at the right moment when Hazza3 can see.
Earlier today, za3boot was seen with the sluttiest camel in the tribe, called Nancy. News of the new development quickly reached Hazza3's ears. Hazza3 was devastated with agony and disbelief. How could the love of his life do such an unthoughtful and selfish thing, after all the years of cuddling and heartily laughter? Something must be done to restore the broken dignity. Images of the beautiful past were mixed with the bloodiness of what is about to come.
Two hours ago, za3boot was stoned to death.
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