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Me zin dor wijje

Tes gedon met ier gjille doagen in Tingels te broebelen, witjet. Voe die drie Iern die da boelke ier nog lezen. En angezien damme bin vjirtn doagn tog werekjirn est tit damme oes westvlams were ut de kasse oln. Kih zuste nog nen goenovnd gan zegn an Boonoo en kgo nog ne kjir na Eddie Rokits gan eetn vanoene wok. Noste weke zoaterdag lan me te neegnen in Sjarlerwa en kih ol Loote upgetrommeld voer achter mie te kom. Tsovens gomme met den ottobus na Lennik, die gastjes vor den twidde kjir in vjirtn doagen up under plekke zetn. Tefeite gok nonnekjir na de cinema gon, tzal ier wok wel de latste kjir zin.
Enfin, de zesntwintugstun zimme were, dus tgoa were olle vridoage saflette zin, nu en ton nen Ertesjaal tegen Loote zinne kinne en olle drie weekn nen brik van fiftug tegen under wurn. En od mor under vrouwn en under dochters in dwugge nateurlik (Grobelny: zoej wiln zegn an Jakie dattie mercie es voeze warm todn, mor dat wel goa goan vanaf nu). En Vande, me kom in Gent weun, dus ge wit wok weerol oe loate dat es, e. Toet toen e, mannekes!

The Squad

Is there anybody out there?

The book in my hand

Disc Located

April Fools

His masters voice

The Greenback

Flat Earth Society