tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77878125118047181742012-02-17T05:15:17.280+01:00Marian - przypadki człowieka zwykłego.Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.comBlogger2241100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-58283840698832148672012-01-26T19:14:00.000+01:002012-01-26T19:15:37.488+01:00Marian zdjął kombinezon. Alaska była nietknięta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5828384069883214867?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-59143381012932125042011-11-18T14:45:00.000+01:002011-11-18T14:46:27.904+01:00Marian zobaczył plotki w słojach z kwasem. "Ciekawe, kto je rozpuszcza", pomyślał.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5914338101293212504?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-46019239895687536802011-10-27T02:10:00.000+02:002011-10-27T02:11:25.237+02:00Marian był gotów się założyć, że skończy z tym hazardem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-4601923989568753680?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-23216856499007042992011-07-19T12:15:00.000+02:002011-07-19T12:16:50.474+02:00Marian lubił oglądać filmy, w których były sceny.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-2321685649900704299?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-11381589017387265572011-05-05T23:20:00.001+02:002011-05-05T23:21:12.059+02:00Marian obiecał sobie, że nawet po śmierci zachowa zimną krew.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-1138158901738726557?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-38081779830616903932011-03-23T22:33:00.001+01:002011-03-23T22:33:47.353+01:00Marian i Stefan zawsze mieli wspólne cele, zwłaszcza gdy siedzieli w więzieniu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-3808177983061690393?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-50487337557935058922011-03-23T19:44:00.001+01:002011-03-23T19:44:24.784+01:00Marian nie był w stanie udowodnić, że nie zrobił krzywdy powódce.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5048733755793505892?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-50045943156183016992011-02-09T20:37:00.001+01:002011-02-09T20:37:54.503+01:00Kiedy Marian był szczeniakiem, chodził do budy i nosił kaganiec oświaty.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5004594315618301699?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-34079023888902971742011-01-19T23:45:00.001+01:002011-01-20T00:51:30.733+01:00Marian chciał, ale jego żona chciała tylko pieprzyć głupoty.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-3407902388890297174?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-74794628575983496192011-01-04T01:13:00.001+01:002011-01-04T01:14:55.188+01:00Marian pracował pod napięciem. Zostało mu dosłownie parę dni.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-7479462857598349619?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-53175614403103448792010-11-10T00:49:00.002+01:002010-11-10T00:49:52.885+01:00Marian wrzucił margarynę do koszyka. Z tej Kasi będzie jeszcze niezła babka.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5317561440310344879?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-33008698259552448962010-10-03T18:53:00.001+02:002010-10-03T18:53:57.925+02:00Po dobrym obiedzie u kuzyna w Warszawie Marian poszedł przespacerować się po Woli.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-3300869825955244896?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-59577633693742413552010-08-25T17:18:00.001+02:002010-08-25T17:18:57.881+02:00- Dziękuję, nie ham - Marian spławił dilera<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5957763369374241355?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-37189528344795976562010-08-25T00:27:00.000+02:002010-08-25T00:28:38.575+02:00- Tam, gdzie diabeł nie może, panie pośle - odpowiedział mu Marian<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-3718952834479597656?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-80291278107118587332010-08-21T23:58:00.001+02:002010-08-21T23:59:04.076+02:00Stefan miał zawsze lepsze branie, niż Marian, dlatego rzadko jeździli na ryby.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8029127810711858733?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-56629489536871106562010-08-21T15:31:00.000+02:002010-08-21T15:32:18.046+02:00Marian po drodze wstąpił do chatki Baby-Jagi. A w tej chatce - same dziwy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5662948953687110656?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-85353224767511763672010-08-13T23:18:00.000+02:002010-08-13T23:19:02.343+02:00Marian właśnie oblewał egzamin. Stefana trzeba było wynieść.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8535322476751176367?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-9643144472650579622010-07-23T13:23:00.000+02:002010-07-23T13:24:19.426+02:00Marian był dokumentnie zalany potem, tak jak i przedtem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-964314447265057962?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-47247404206315529942010-07-21T23:49:00.001+02:002010-07-21T23:50:30.078+02:00Marian przeholował. "-Zwolnij do cholery!" - wrzeszczał Stefan z drugiego samochodu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-4724740420631552994?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-86756162334060306602010-07-21T23:48:00.001+02:002010-07-21T23:48:35.682+02:00Marian kiedyś dorabiał w myjni i zajmował się biciem aktywnej piany.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8675616233406030660?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-61129480698312514082010-07-21T23:42:00.001+02:002010-07-21T23:42:23.874+02:00Marian i Stefan znali się właściwie od czasu, gdy obaj przechodzili Odrę.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-6112948069831251408?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-54605191933893150602010-05-22T13:20:00.001+02:002010-05-22T13:20:55.371+02:00Marian nie miał wątpliwości, że należy wydobywać ropę z zatoki.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5460519193389315060?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-11867838669148246272010-05-11T00:41:00.002+02:002010-05-11T00:41:55.515+02:00Żona Mariana lubiła robótki ręczne, ale nie dorównywała Marianowi w haftowaniu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-1186783866914824627?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-37648395696382088512010-05-05T17:40:00.002+02:002010-05-05T17:41:00.416+02:00W sklepie rybnym Marian zaobserwował, jak jego sąsiad z parteru wydaje duże sumy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-3764839569638208851?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-71429038744680899492010-04-28T00:26:00.001+02:002010-04-28T00:28:26.048+02:00Po mocnych wrażeniach w japońskim muzeum Marian uderzył w kimono.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-7142903874468089949?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-30704933560408413882010-04-16T12:27:00.001+02:002010-04-16T12:27:55.726+02:00Statystycznie rzecz biorąc, Marian znał się na wszystkim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-3070493356040841388?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-85598536770484957462010-04-15T22:58:00.001+02:002010-04-15T22:59:34.742+02:00Postanowiła zmienić płeć. "Chyba jaja sobie robi", pomyślał Marian.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8559853677048495746?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-22465451198177474682010-04-15T16:51:00.001+02:002010-04-15T16:54:50.904+02:00Marian na przyszły rok zaplanował sobie zyski.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-2246545119817747468?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-73969303889148687772010-03-30T16:05:00.001+02:002010-03-30T16:05:44.476+02:00Marian złapał za drąg jak Magda Zawadzka.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-7396930388914868777?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-15922380997037001352010-03-09T13:22:00.000+01:002010-03-09T13:23:28.387+01:00Statkiem zakołysało, ale Marian był wtedy w marynarce.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-1592238099703700135?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-59096841721423096552010-02-28T22:37:00.002+01:002010-02-28T22:37:46.339+01:00-"Ale czad!" - krzyknął Marian. Z piecyka walnęło zdrowo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5909684172142309655?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-87998494409020009422010-02-10T23:25:00.001+01:002010-02-10T23:25:43.114+01:00Marian wołał na puszczy o pomstę do nieba.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8799849440902000942?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-88189618207131708902010-02-04T22:31:00.000+01:002010-02-04T22:32:08.812+01:00Marian dyskretnie wyszedł na balkon i zaczął się spuszczać na trawnik.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8818961820713170890?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-78871348024367636152010-02-03T12:40:00.002+01:002010-02-03T12:42:35.236+01:00- "A kto umarł, ten nie żyje" - usłyszał Marian. Spojrzał na <a href="http://waldemar.blox.pl">Waldemara</a> i skręcił się ze śmiechu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-7887134802436763615?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-82076140575240109722010-01-14T12:48:00.001+01:002010-01-14T12:48:59.288+01:00Marian spojrzał krzywo na akumulator i pobiegł po prostownik.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8207614057524010972?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-50039636350413310372009-12-21T21:21:00.000+01:002009-12-21T21:22:16.971+01:00Jechali razem. Stefan wyciągnął bibułę. Marian skręcił.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5003963635041331037?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-66982877987770505422009-12-20T23:26:00.001+01:002009-12-20T23:26:59.982+01:00Marian odwiedził docenta Konia, hodowcę waleni.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-6698287798777050542?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-27572936482823249982009-12-20T23:16:00.001+01:002009-12-20T23:17:37.704+01:00Marian nie mógł sobie pobzykać. Zaczął się okres świąteczny.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-2757293648282324998?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-68323238129335854532009-12-16T00:33:00.001+01:002010-03-26T12:18:45.786+01:00Marian oglądał zawody sportowe. Z utęsknieniem czekał na skok Stefczyka.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-6832323812933585453?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-58201027956263828302009-12-03T15:01:00.000+01:002009-12-03T15:02:38.929+01:00Marian puścił prąd przez nadprzewodnik bez żadnego oporu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5820102795626382830?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-84660261674360118732009-11-17T10:47:00.001+01:002009-11-17T10:47:48.520+01:00Marian na siedzeniu pasażera wyglądał jakby miał zaraz wyciągnąć nogi.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8466026167436011873?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-80447030274520225602009-11-13T11:55:00.001+01:002009-11-13T11:55:27.886+01:00Marian prawie godzinę siedział na kiblu i gówno mu wyszło.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8044703027452022560?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-66602054722694730302009-11-09T15:28:00.002+01:002009-11-09T15:28:58.479+01:00- "Ten nóż jest do kitu" - wskazał Marian Stefanowi, wstawiając szybę do okna.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-6660205472269473030?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-84951856763082305052009-11-07T22:52:00.001+01:002009-11-07T22:52:59.628+01:00Marian zdębiał, gdy usłyszał "żona posła Palikota".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8495185676308230505?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-19681222699775141022009-11-02T09:56:00.000+01:002009-11-02T09:57:07.849+01:00Marian ganiał tam i z powrotem z dzieciakiem na ramionach. Stary koń...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-1968122269977514102?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-82963407003553329152009-10-22T21:32:00.001+02:002009-10-22T21:32:44.936+02:00No i babeczka z bitą śmietaną - Marian był zadowolony z wieczoru.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8296340700355332915?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-1320918153802531702009-10-14T19:14:00.001+02:002009-10-14T19:15:25.303+02:00Woźnica z niechęcią popatrzył na Mariana - "Pańskie oko konia tuczy!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-132091815380253170?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-82650465654616233592009-10-05T21:17:00.000+02:002009-10-05T21:18:01.092+02:00Marian był pełen podziwu dla tego człowieka, który założył Chełm.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8265046565461623359?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-40149455799088570152009-09-29T17:15:00.001+02:002009-09-29T17:16:18.801+02:00Po ostatniej wycieczce, Marian preferował tylko takie zamki, które da się dobrze zamknąć od środka.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-4014945579908857015?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-13758617959535947462009-09-29T17:12:00.001+02:002009-09-29T17:13:44.027+02:00Marian i Stefan lubili jajecznicę w różnych postaciach. Stefan preferował na prędce, a Marian - na poczekaniu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-1375861795953594746?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-59779834564457354432009-09-29T17:10:00.000+02:002009-09-29T17:11:07.706+02:00Marian zasmakował w Koninie. Aż mu się nie chciało odjeżdżać.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5977983456445735443?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-13987924174571166312009-09-27T12:58:00.001+02:002009-09-27T12:58:33.666+02:00Marian nie ośmielił się usmażyć gościom omletu. Zabrakło mu jaj.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-1398792417457116631?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-56423467814194572902009-09-25T12:26:00.002+02:002009-09-25T12:28:33.269+02:00Drogowcy pracowali pełną parą. Aż tu nagle zaskoczyła ich zima.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5642346781419457290?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-64870410543302734082009-09-02T20:27:00.001+02:002009-09-02T20:28:53.309+02:00Przygotowując mięso na mielone kotlety Marian wkręcał Stefana.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-6487041054330273408?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-11096848414561624282009-08-20T23:08:00.002+02:002009-08-20T23:09:10.922+02:00Marian odwiedził znajomego generała. Przy wejściu stały całkiem niezłe oficerki.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-1109684841456162428?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-13340611372412398422009-08-14T19:04:00.001+02:002009-08-14T19:04:52.474+02:00Marian, jak był dzieckiem, potrafił bardzo szybko stawiać klocki.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-1334061137241239842?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-40667277843284009902009-08-14T11:16:00.000+02:002009-08-14T11:17:23.354+02:00Marian i Stefan nie mogli nic zjeść w tym ośrodku. Mieli problem z salami.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-4066727784328400990?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-79187585815890627842009-08-03T01:02:00.000+02:002009-08-03T01:03:16.633+02:00Spacerując brzegiem morza Marian obserwował babki na piasku.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-7918758581589062784?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-18402057900661139812009-07-16T15:29:00.003+02:002009-07-16T15:29:35.076+02:00Siedząc na plaży Marian stwierdził, że pani minister powinna postarać się o nowe reformy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-1840205790066113981?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-28992975615279510552009-07-15T00:54:00.001+02:002009-07-15T00:55:22.400+02:00Irenka uśmiechnęła się z satysfakcją. Marian podejrzewał, że dała za wygraną.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-2899297561527951055?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-45411868360125262082009-07-15T00:52:00.001+02:002009-07-15T00:53:34.593+02:00"Śledź w zalewie?" - zdziwił się Marian. "Ryba lubi pływać" - przypomniał Stefan.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-4541186836012526208?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-42803342382005284482009-07-13T09:03:00.000+02:002009-07-13T09:04:15.941+02:00W nowo otwartej galerii Marian ujrzał obraz nędzy i rozpaczy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-4280334238200528448?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-38496145591269925402009-07-09T11:46:00.000+02:002009-07-09T11:47:08.050+02:00Marian rozłożył nogi i ręce. Irenka cicho westchnęła.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-3849614559126992540?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-83319328358925496312009-07-02T09:09:00.000+02:002009-07-02T09:10:20.972+02:00Dzisiejsza wyprawa była średnio udana. Marian trzymał flaszkę i zalewał robaka.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8331932835892549631?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-82376083884338442602009-06-15T21:25:00.002+02:002009-09-30T01:15:54.075+02:00Dopiero przeglądając rzeczy z najwyższej półki Marian spostrzegł, że chyba ma nierówno pod sufitem.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8237608388433844260?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-961319596254345852009-06-10T10:06:00.000+02:002009-06-10T10:07:19.285+02:00Stefan namierzył paskudnego buga. Marian fiksował.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-96131959625434585?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-52753606587162519332009-05-27T17:07:00.001+02:002009-05-27T17:07:34.602+02:00W gruncie rzeczy Mariana nie było.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5275360658716251933?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-27357528764760861892009-05-25T22:52:00.001+02:002009-05-25T22:52:46.161+02:00Marian gnał na złamanie karku. Robota paliła mu się w Łapach.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-2735752876476086189?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-3410263308797323802009-05-24T22:46:00.001+02:002009-05-24T22:46:23.084+02:00Marian ubrał się w ornat i zadzwonił na mszę. A diabeł tkwił w szczegółach.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-341026330879732380?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-43146510006502948372009-05-22T22:55:00.000+02:002009-05-22T22:56:14.058+02:00Marian nie wytrzymał. Przeszedł od słów do rękoczynów.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-4314651000650294837?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-71599335213802561372009-05-21T00:21:00.000+02:002009-05-21T00:22:19.047+02:00Marian opuścił przybytek. Rozbolała go głowa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-7159933521380256137?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-89042472991647229592009-05-21T00:10:00.000+02:002009-05-21T00:11:08.054+02:00Marian tak dawno jeździł na nartach, że nawet najstarsi górale tego nie pamiętali.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8904247299164722959?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-66346238635231557442009-05-15T09:34:00.001+02:002009-05-15T09:35:34.068+02:00Akcje spadały na łeb, na szyję. Marian rozpaczliwie przytrzymując szafę usiłował osłaniać głowę.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-6634623863523155744?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-31255669182046693792009-05-07T16:36:00.003+02:002009-05-07T16:36:38.390+02:00Bandzior zasadził Marianowi w szczękę. Ten tylko się zaśmiał. Był mocny w gębie.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-3125566918204669379?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-45331623931944561322009-05-07T15:15:00.000+02:002009-05-07T15:16:28.433+02:00Stefan mało nie dostał skrętu kiszek, gdy Marian zaczął mu grać na organach.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-4533162393194456132?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-30898357503657239282009-05-07T12:39:00.001+02:002009-05-07T12:39:34.915+02:00Marian splunął. Trafiło na podatny grunt.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-3089835750365723928?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-22665767825426268752009-05-07T12:33:00.001+02:002009-05-07T12:33:54.475+02:00Podano rosół. Na Mariana patrzyło wiele oczu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-2266576782542626875?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-23683006805266345192009-05-07T10:36:00.001+02:002009-05-15T15:00:32.411+02:00Marian nic nie wyniósł z dzisiejszego szkolenia. Ciastka były niesmaczne.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-2368300680526634519?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-14696804991574853462009-05-07T10:35:00.002+02:002009-05-07T10:35:43.529+02:00Małżeństwo, wg teorii Mariana, składało się z lepszej i ładniejszej połowy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-1469680499157485346?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-37080666334435743602009-05-06T17:38:00.001+02:002009-05-06T17:39:59.307+02:00Marian przywiązywał do tego ogromną wagę. Bał się, że się zsunie.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-3708066633443574360?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-13261423176664487792009-05-06T14:01:00.000+02:002009-05-06T14:02:43.658+02:00Marian postanowił palić tylko w wojsku, ale nie mógł się zaciągnąć.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-1326142317666448779?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-11059395221401414932009-05-06T00:20:00.001+02:002009-05-06T00:20:24.381+02:00-"W to lepiej się nie pchać" - Marian dał sobie radę.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-1105939522140141493?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-77741589782899384372009-04-24T08:12:00.001+02:002009-04-24T08:12:48.217+02:00Marian i Stefan jadąc rozmawiali przez telefon. Zdzwonili się.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-7774158978289938437?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-23116604096890139102009-03-24T21:28:00.001+01:002009-03-24T21:28:30.776+01:00Stefan usiadł na koźle. Marian tylko patrzył, kiedy spadnie.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-2311660409689013910?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-32026224002714654932009-03-16T16:35:00.001+01:002009-03-16T16:35:47.069+01:00Marian usiłował się przebić w Holandii, ale to była walka z wiatrakami.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-3202622400271465493?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-71535655431982599722009-03-09T13:04:00.001+01:002009-03-11T19:44:02.582+01:00- Krótko proszę - powiedział Marian do fryzjera. Zajęło mu to raptem 10 minut.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-7153565543198259972?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-2492614119910934222009-03-07T14:29:00.001+01:002009-03-07T14:30:12.302+01:00Stefan nie mógł skorzystać z uszkodzonej toalety. Marian poradził mu, aby załatwił się na własną rękę.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-249261411991093422?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-44226940664457551612009-03-04T08:18:00.004+01:002009-03-11T19:44:29.960+01:00W autobusie był straszny tłok. Między Marianem i Stefanem wystąpiły tarcia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-4422694066445755161?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-60814806415097523272009-02-25T08:26:00.000+01:002009-02-25T08:27:38.271+01:00Marian nie chwalił dnia przed Zachodem. Przed nim akurat nie miał się czym chwalić.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-6081480641509752327?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-78362083825523377742009-02-21T12:18:00.000+01:002009-02-21T12:19:07.510+01:00Po wczorajszym, Marian miał zakwasy. Stefan wziął od niego dwie butelki.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-7836208382552337774?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-6004563231014299542009-02-21T12:15:00.000+01:002009-02-21T12:16:33.072+01:00Marian spławił kajakarza.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-600456323101429954?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-54418472451172070942009-02-19T11:36:00.000+01:002009-02-19T11:37:03.516+01:00Na pogrzebie wuja Marian oglądał go na żywo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5441847245117207094?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-52235856267984274712009-01-13T22:04:00.001+01:002009-01-13T22:04:58.238+01:00Marian miał żyłkę do wędkowania.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5223585626798427471?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-88631179813618960642008-12-03T22:27:00.000+01:002008-12-03T22:28:05.642+01:00"Marian to ciota!" - krzyknął forumowicz. "Mów mi 'wuju'" - Marian uśmiechnął się sardonicznie.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8863117981361896064?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-76235051545157819942008-11-29T23:03:00.000+01:002008-11-29T23:04:12.795+01:00Marian rozrabiał. Stefan przyglądał się z kwaśną miną.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-7623505154515781994?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-26773167695025137272008-11-05T21:56:00.002+01:002008-11-05T21:56:42.116+01:00Dla Mariana to były ładne kwiatki. Trochę przesadził.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-2677316769502513727?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-66857473210243367882008-10-29T00:52:00.000+01:002008-10-29T00:53:21.127+01:00Marian w końcu usiadł na stołku. Nie mógł się oprzeć.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-6685747321024336788?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-24401982486236640562008-10-23T19:20:00.000+02:002008-10-23T19:21:16.366+02:00Marian z żoną jedli kolację przy świecach. Znów im wyłączyli prąd.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-2440198248623664056?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-80345672616915361092008-10-23T19:18:00.000+02:002008-10-23T19:19:15.004+02:00Marian strasznie ściemniał. A mógł nie wchodzić do tej kopalni.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-8034567261691536109?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787812511804718174.post-50742903937908319622008-10-22T23:32:00.003+02:002008-10-22T23:32:36.951+02:00"Żona nie chciała mi nalać polewki" - zwierzał się Stefan Marianowi, polewając mu nalewki.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787812511804718174-5074290393790831962?l=marian96.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sektor van Skijlenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17074142240027090787noreply@blogger.com0