CrazyHorse
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Sinds 1/1/2005
T: 14
R: 636
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19/6/2006 -
15:39u
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weleuuh,
ik zoek dus een plaats waar ze zo'n dansende dashboard poppekes hebben da ge op u dashboard plakt...
ma liefst geen hawaiaanse dansereskes (die zijn het bekenst)
ma kem er ooit es ene gezien me jezus himself...
dus als iemand mij site (ma liefst belgische winkel) kan geven waarda ik da zou kunnen kopen...
dank u!
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Hot Prospect
wzl-lid
Sinds 22/1/2004
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R:535
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20/6/2006 -
15:42u
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mss eens naar de Zwarte Markt in Tessenderlo gaan. lijkt mij een plaats waar ze van die gadgets verkopen
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Angus Young
wzl-lid
Sinds 27/10/2004
T:25 -
R:244
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21/6/2006 -
0:40u
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I don't care if it rains of freezes
'Long as I got my Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car.
Through my trials and tribulations
And my travels through the nations
With my Plastic Jesus I'll go far.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car
I'm afraid He'll have to go.
His magnets ruin my radio
And if I have a wreck He'll leave a scar.
Riding down a thoroughfare
With His nose up in the air,
A wreck may be ahead, but He don't mind.
Trouble coming He don't see,
He just keeps His eye on me
And any other thing that lies behind.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...
Though the sunshine on His back
Make Him peel, chip and crack,
A little patching keeps Him up to par.
When I'm in a traffic jam
He don't care if I say "damn"
I can let all my curses roll
Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
'Cause he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...
Once His robe was snowy white,
Now it isn't quite so bright -
Stained by the smoke of my cigar.
If I weave around at night,
And policemen think I'm tight,
They never find my bottle - though they ask.
Plastic Jesus shelters me,
For His head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask.
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car ...
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb -
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar.
[Plastic Jesus has become quite entrenched in the folk tradition, so there
are considerably more folk verses than there were original ones. Following
are folk additions and emendations, as well as additions from recording
artists who have covered this song.]
Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes,
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
I could go a hundred miles an hour
Long as I got the Almighty Power
Glued up there with my pair of fuzzy dice
{Refrain - repeat between every verse}
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through all trials and tribulations,
We will travel every nation,
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far.
I don't care if it rains or freezes
As long as I've got my Plastic Jesus
Glued to the dashboard of my car,
You can buy Him phosphorescent
Glows in the dark, He's Pink and Pleasant,
Take Him with you when you're travelling far
I don't care if it's dark or scary
Long as I have magnetic Mary
Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
I feel I'm protected amply
I've got the whole damn Holy Family
Riding on the dashboard of my car
You can buy a Sweet Madonna
Dressed in rhinestones sitting on a
Pedestal of abalone shell
Goin' ninety, I'm not wary
'Cause I've got my Virgin Mary
Guaranteeing I won't go to Hell
I don't care what they say, I'm gonna
Keep on prayin' to that pink madonna
Melted to the dashboard of my car.
Goin' ninety, I'm not wary
'Cause I've got my Virgin Mary
Guaranteeing I won't go to Hell
I don't care if it bumps or jostles
Long as I got the Twelve Apostles
Bolted to the dashboard of my car
Don't I have a pious mess
Such a crowd of holiness
Strung across the dashboard of my car
No, I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
But I think he'll have to go
His magnet ruins my radio
And if we have a wreck he'll leave a scar
Riding through the thoroughfare
With his nose up in the air
A wreck may be ahead, but he don't mind
Trouble coming, he don't see
He just keeps his eyes on me
And any other thing that lies behind
{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Though the sun shines on his back
Makes him peel, chip, and crack
A little patching keeps him up to par
When pedestrians try to cross
I let them know who's boss
I never blow my horn or give them warning
I ride all over town
Trying to run them down
And it's seldom that they live to see the morning
{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
His halo fits just right
And I use it as a sight
And they'll scatter or they'll splatter near and far
When I'm in a traffic jam
He don't care if I say Damn
I can let all sorts of curses roll
Plastic Jesus doesn't hear
For he has a plastic ear
The man who invented plastic saved my soul
{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Once his robe was snowy white
Now it isn't quite so bright
Stained by the smoke of my cigar
God made Christ a Holy Jew
God made Him a Christian too
Paradoxes populate my car
Joseph beams with a feigned elan
From the shaggy dash of my furlined van
Famous cuckold in the master plan
Naughty Mary, smug and smiling
Jesus dainty and beguiling
Knee-deep in the piling of my van
His message clear by night or day
My phosphorescent plastic Gay
Simpering from the dashboard of my van
When I'm goin' fornicatin
I got my ceramic Satan
Sinnin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
The women know I'm on the level
Thanks to the wild-eyed stoneware devil
Ridin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
Sneerin' from the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home
Leering from the dashboard of my van
If I weave around at night
And the police think I'm tight
They'll never find my bottle, though they ask
Plastic Jesus shelters me
For His head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask
{as refrain}
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar
I don't care if I'm broke or starvin'
As long as I've got a fish named Darwin
Glued to the trunklid of my car
God, I'm feeling so evolved
Drivin' with my problems solved
Proclaiming what I think of what we are
Riding home one foggy night,
With my honey cuddled tight,
I missed a curve and off the road we veered.
My windshield got smashed-up good,
And my darling graced the hood.
Plastic Jesus, He had disappeared.
{As refrain}
Plastic Jesus! Plastic Jesus,
No longer chides me with His holy grin.
Doctors in the X-ray room
Found Him in my darling's womb.
Someday, He'll be born again!
I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I got my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
He's the dude with the rusty nails,
Walks on water, don't need no sails
Riding on the dashboard of me car
I don't care if the night is scary
As long as I got the Virgin Mary
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car.
She don't slip and she don't slide
Cuz her ass is magnetized
Sittin' on the dashboard of my car.
Maar ne winkel waar ze da verkopen? Nie te vinden... Helaas 
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jimbaar
Nerdus superiorum
Sinds 4/6/2003
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R:1193
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23/6/2006 -
10:15u
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ne kameraad van me heeft zo nen dikke Elvis, zal es vragen vanwaar ie dat heeft
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CrazyHorse
wzl-lid
Sinds 1/1/2005
T:14 -
R:636
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23/6/2006 -
15:55u
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ge zou er mij een groot plezier mee doen!
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Zoidberg
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Sinds 26/1/2005
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R:3285
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25/6/2006 -
9:54u
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jimbaar schreef:
ne kameraad van me heeft zo nen dikke Elvis, zal es vragen vanwaar ie dat heeft
M'n neef heeft ook zo een staan, hij heeft hem gevonden op een rommelmarkt.
Dus mss de eerstkomende rommelmarkt in uw buurt bezoeken ?
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jimbaar
Nerdus superiorum
Sinds 4/6/2003
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R:1193
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25/6/2006 -
18:08u
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bij os in't straat is het elke dag rommelmarkt - en vooral bij de glascontainer. blijkbaar is dat een soort van gedoogzone vr afval
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Dominator
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Sinds 16/12/2004
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R:809
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25/6/2006 -
19:23u
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in da boeregat waar ik woon was't vandaag rommelmarkt.
ge kunt je echt niet voorstellen wa voor dingen mensen nog allemaal proberen te verkopen...
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Zoidberg
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Sinds 26/1/2005
T:48 -
R:3285
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25/6/2006 -
21:37u
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kheb ooit eens een bordje rond men ma haar nek gehangen terwijl ze aan het slapen was op de rommelmarkt. (ja, kwas samen met haar men brol aan het verkopen)
"Opbergkastje: 50€"
paar minuten later begon er daar een naar 40€ af te bieden. hij ging rond 6 uur terugkomen. Kheb die man nooit meer gezien...
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Angus Young
wzl-lid
Sinds 27/10/2004
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R:244
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26/6/2006 -
0:34u
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Zoidberg schreef:
kheb ooit eens een bordje rond men ma haar nek gehangen terwijl ze aan het slapen was op de rommelmarkt. (ja, kwas samen met haar men brol aan het verkopen)
"Opbergkastje: 50€"
paar minuten later begon er daar een naar 40€ af te bieden. hij ging rond 6 uur terugkomen. Kheb die man nooit meer gezien...
lol  Ge had ze moeten verkopen voor 40 hé
Die man zal da waarschijnlijk eerst aan zijn vrouw zijn gaan vragen 
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