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#2131 MilenkoTepic<3

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Posted 15 January 2019 - 12:27

Solidan uradak:

NAŠA NBA POSLA Jokić načeo Nurkića, a Bogdan sa dva poteza dovršio NOKAUT - pa se smejao Bobiju /VIDEO/

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#2132 Bojdo

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Posted 15 January 2019 - 15:52

Greška

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#2133 harmony

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Posted 15 January 2019 - 16:07

E a ovo, a video description u spoileru

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Jamal Murray walked up to Nikola Jokic in the locker room after the game. "Hey Nik, some of us were gonna hit up the clubs tonight. You in?" "Nah, you guys go ahead," Nikola answered. "I just want to relax tonight." Jamal accepted this reasoning without complaint; after all, Nikola often declined to take part in some of the more raucous social events that his teammates were fond him. "Sounds good, man. Text if you change your mind. Oh yeah, way to go on the big game tonight, you made that Nurkic guy into your bitch." Nikola smiled sheepishly. "He played hard and he played well. It was a good game." But with Jusuf having been brought into the conversation, Nikola couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't heard anything from his ex-teammate. Jusuf was well-known for his vocal and violent displays against Nikola, and now that they were in the same building, the time seemed ripe for another such display. The locker room was slowly clearing out. Nikola finished getting his stuff together and prepared to head home, but not before hitting up one of his favorite late-night burger spots. --- "The usual?" asked the cashier as Nikola walked into the cramped, somewhat dingy burger restaurant. "You know me to well," Nikola said, getting out his credit card. The cashier began to ring up Nikola's usual order. "Two triples, one with bacon...big fries, extra dip...large chocolate shake," he murmured, hitting the corresponding buttons on the register. When the order was all entered, Nikola inserted his card, paid, and went to sit down. The restaurant was quite a ways away from the arena, so there were only a few other diners present. As Nikola waited, he thought he heard sounds of a fight coming from the kitchen. He didn't pay them much attention; one of the regular cooks was known to be a hothead. That was what made the burgers so tasty. However, when he heard the crashes of kitchenware hitting the floor, he looked back towards the kitchen with concern. Usually these fights were strictly verbal, not physical. The cashier, looking confused, went back through the swinging door to see what was happening. "ORDER UP!" bellowed a loud, unfamiliar voice from the kitchen. Suddenly, the door swung back open as the cashier stumbled back through it, holding his face as though he had been punched. Following him was somebody very familiar to Nikola, somebody who was the last person he would expect to see in the back of the restaurant. Jusuf Nurkic. "I HAVINGS FOOD FOR YOU, NIKOLA!" Jusuf yelled, holding a tray of food that actually seemed to be Nikola's entire, correct order. "COME AND EAT!" The one couple left in the restaurant quickly grabbed their coats and headed for the exit as Jusuf advanced menacingly towards his former teammate. "I making special for you, Nikola. Chef Jusuf they callings me for quality of my recipes!" Nikola didn't want to know in what foul way his food had been tampered with. "I'm sure it's great, Jusuf, but I'm not really hungry..." "DO NOT TELLING LIES!" Jusuf roared, grabbing one of the paper-wrapped triple cheeseburgers off the tray before flipping the trayful of food into Nikola's face and chest. "YOU ARE HUNGRY AND NOW...YOU WILL EAT THE SPECIALLY CHEF JUSUF CHEESEBURGER!" Before Nikola could get out of the way, Jusuf dove forward towards him, brandishing the burger as if it were a weapon. The two big men tumbled to the floor, tables and chairs getting knocked aside. "EAT! EAT! EAT!" Jusuf yelled, jamming the messy cheeseburger into Nikola's face over and over again. "EAT THE BURGER WHICH CONTAINING MY SPIT! IT IS YOUR DESERVING!" In the chaos, Nikola could see that the cashier had dragged himself to his feet and was calling somebody on the store phone. But he couldn't keep his eyes open for long, because condiments were flying in all directions, blinding him. He didn't want to rebut Jusuf's words in case he ended up with a mouthful of tainted food. Instead, he struggled physically, kicking his legs to get Jusuf off from on top of him. The effort was futile. Jusuf was too big. So Nikola had no choice but to try to cover his face with his hands as Jusuf grabbed a handful of french fries and started smashing them into Nikola's face. "DELICIOUS, ARE YOU NOT AGREE?" Jusuf yelled gleefully. "THEY ALSO FEATURING SPIT AS SPECIAL INGREDIENT!" Distantly, Nikola could hear the sound of police sirens getting closer. Jusuf evidently heard it as well; he abruptly stopped his absurd, food-based assault. "Not only is Nikola ruinings career, he is ruinings criminal record also..." he whispered with a paranoid mutter. "Must escaping!" He ran back through the kitchen and out the back door just as a squad car pulled up in front. "Damn it Jusuf," Nikola said sadly, looking at the scattered remnants of his well-deserved postgame meal. "Why?"

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#2134 Oto von Grunf

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Posted 15 January 2019 - 16:42

E a ovo, a video description u spoileru

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Genijalne su mu priče, pratim odavno.

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#2135 Nicklord

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Posted 15 January 2019 - 19:31

DTB peak je ovo:

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Nikola Jokic absentmindedly grabbed his mail out of his mailbox and walked into his house. His thoughts were focused on what he would do during the extended break that surrounded the NBA's All-Star festivities: it was between playing video games all week to make a dent in his Steam backlog or lying around and doing nothing to make the most of a relaxed schedule after months of hectic travel. He tossed his mail on his kitchen table and was about to go over to his couch to mull his plans when he noticed a pink envelope peeking out of the stack. Its presence there surprised him; his address was not publicly available, so he got very little in the way of fan mail, and the envelope was clearly not an official communication from somewhere, as it was covered in pink and red hearts. Valentine's day had been a few days before. That day, his locker had been full of love letters that had been addressed to him but mailed to the Nuggets organization. All of his teammates, even the G-League call-ups, had also received a large amount of mail from admirers. Much of the day had been spent reading aloud the most desperate, or the most sexually explicit, letters, to the amusement of the others. But Nikola always enjoyed reading each one, so he opened this latest letter with enthusiasm and began to read: "My lovely Nikola, I in love with you so much. Whenever I seeing the handsome face on TV, my heart is fluttering with excitement. When you show smile or laugh, I also smiling and laughing with you. To being honest, when camera is showing you bent down to pick ball up from court, I admire your butt and imagining that I get to see it without shorts on! How crazy in love I am with you! Now I have traveling from Serbia to meet you personal. I can be girlfriend, then becoming wife, and live devoted life to you forever. By time your receiving letter, I will be outside your house, waiting to declare eternally love to you. I knowing that Valentine's day is passed, but is my hoping that my letter stands out more when sent on different day.. In envelope also is picture of me. You can see I am not beautiful as supermodel, but also not ugly as gypsy hag. Seeing you soon! With love and kissings, -Anja" Flattered by Anja's compliments, Nikola returned to the envelope and pulled out the picture inside. He admired her stunning, yet understated, beauty for a while before setting it down. Looking at the letter again, one thing confused him: if she was a Serb like him, how come she didn't write in Serbian? He quickly dismissed this concern: she was probably just practicing her English for their new life in the United States. He walked back to his front door and then stepped outside, looking around in the lowering afternoon sunlight for any sight of Anja. She had said in her letter that she would be outside his house; did she know which door was the front door? Or was she hiding somewhere, playing a romantic game of hide-and-seek? He took another step out his door, then paused. Had he heard footsteps on his roof? Why would Anja be up there? He looked up towards the sky just in time to see a familiar, large body hurtling towards him, but with no time to dodge out of the way. Jusuf Nurkic slammed right on top of Nikola, seemingly having fallen from the second-story roof of the house. "I KILLING YOU NOW, NIKOLA!" he bellowed as he lay on top of his groaning enemy. "YOU DEAD." "Jusuf, what the hell?" Nikola mumbled, his whole body sore from being crushed onto the concrete. "I tell you what is hell, hell is having career ruin by stupid NIKOLA JOKIC!" Jusuf replied in a deranged voice, beating Nikola's chest with his fists. "Now you will meet the hell…of my fists!" Nikola rolled feebly from side to side, but couldn't extricate himself from underneath Jusuf's body, so he just covered his face with his arms to minimize the damage that Jusuf would be able to do. Luckily, Jusuf seemed to be very inebriated, so his punches were missing more often than not, and when they did connect, it was without much force. "Stupid vain Nikola, falling for fake love letter which I write!" Jusuf gloated drunkenly. "He is so desperate for woman to loving him, because ugly face scaring all women away!" Nikola was just wondering how he would get out of this situation when a distant police siren spooked Jusuf. The larger man stood up quickly, looking panicked. "Nikola call police, how, Jusuf not know, but Nikola call them," he rambled to himself. "Nikola ruinings career, now want to put Jusuf in prison, but we not letting it happen, no, it cannot." Jusuf ran unsteadily towards a nearby hedge and tried to jump over it, but only managed to fall into it and get partially stuck. After struggling ineffectively for a while, he finally got back on his feet, and this time, he just ran down Nikola's driveway. Wiping off his clothes as he got to his feet, Nikola could only shake his head. "Damn it, Jusuf," he mumbled before going back into his house.