FOK DIS KOUD

The end

Somer is verby
Winter is terug
Fokkit maar dis koud in johannesburg

dawg sent this to me in a mail

coincidence? I THINK NOT

wow, now that is what I call awesome poetry!!! Short, and there is no denying what it means.

Imagine an afrikaans person trying to say that in english.

"I can like to fink its very baie colt, ant my jean pant r not liking me warm to keep"

A.G. Visser

cyfer boet do you have a problem wif us dutchmen???? i shal come and donder you dik.... nah jk dude

Should that not be:

i shals come and thunder you thick

Heh, you have to admit that Afrikaans people speak MUCH better English than English people speak Afrikaans...

and you cant help but admit how much better cursing is in afrikaans

I do not have a problem with dutchmen. My chick(vlossie) is actually afrikaans. It is just fun to mock them, as they do speak english in such an amazing manner? anyone hear that "Learn to speak english with an afrikaans accent" on highveld?



BRILLIANT!!



that is debatable. but I will admit that an afrikaans person will change to english before an english person will change to afrikaans. It is also my experience that afrikaans people have more respect for the elders.



THIS IS TRUE!! Plus when afrikaans people(mainly ladies) curse it is at an amazing rate. a wonder to experience.

wat kan ek sê? afrikaans is 'n pragtige taal, maar ek hou baie meer van engels. my meisie kan afrikaans vir my praat.

toetsiens almal

dude you think afrikaans ladies curse at an amazing rate you should come to our school and experience english lady cursing at its finest. every second word is fuck. quite scary then you coment about it and they just stare at you.... SCARY STUFF

I still think the worst is the Frecnh and the Italians. Not only do I not understand it, but they generally have to speak louder than anyone else, and when they start cursing it is 1000X's worse!!! Sounds like they are going to kill people. My mom is french and when she starts I go for a jog around the block, or drive to Durban for the weekend.

Hahaha you make'em sound like some mythical uber-leet race or something

" the Elder."


And yes, Afrikaans is ESPECIALLY good for cussing.

"Your mother's vagina" simply does not have that requisite oomph

That is so well put. No arguments there.



I am sure you understand what I was getting at. You know respect there parents etc.... the people that are over the hill so to say.

nou my gat afgelag vir jou!
PUIK!!!

Vok dis koud ... c'mon, can't even spell :/

Hell, any language you don't understand sounds bad, but german just sounds bad... the guy could tune it's a sunny day, and it'll sound like he's threatening you with large amounts of very violent sounding pain.

and i have to take german in school.

now for my long and hard though off summer poem:
shoe maar dis so lekker in die warm son

since AG Visser was mentioned... here is another by him...

Deur AG Visser :
Om te poep,.....
is nie 'n sonde nie....
deur A G Visser

O, gonna ek hoop dis die einde van die kerk
Ek kan nie meer sit nie my maag wil werk
Die dominee praat lank en die son sit laag
Die vreeslikste pyne kruip rond in my maag

Eers word ek warm, en dan weer koud
Nog nooit in my lewe was ek al so benoud
Dominee, Dominee praat tog klaar
My rug trek krom die gort is gaar
Dit knal en dit kraak en my derms kreun
Toe los ek 'n poep wat die gallery laat dreun
Die mense kyk om en ek bloos my bloedrooi
Die skaamste van almal was Sannie, my nooi.

Die dominee bly stil sy oe omgedop
Die vrou agter my se hoed sit skeef op haar kop
Kort agter die hakke van die stereo klank
Volg die gemeente se reaksie op die vreeslike stank
Party begin te hoes, en ander te proes
Ander weer waai met sakdoeke woes
My oe traan, my kop die sak
Toe kom die vrees dat ek in my broek sal kak

Sowaar as wragtig net die volgende keer
Is dit toe presies wat moes gebeur
Ek dag dis 'n poep want die drukking is kwaai
Te laat besef ek dis 'n ander lawaai

Geskok na die gerommel soos 'n donderstorm
Kom ek agter die poep het 'n knopperige vorm
Die dominee bly stil en gluur my aan
'n ouderling begin woedend sy weg na my baan

Ek spring met mening op om weg te hol
Maar word teruggetrek deur 'n tienpond drol
Die ouderling kom nader sy arms bak
Ek skrik so groot dat ek 'n groter bol kak

My broek is nat en die pype staan wyd
so het ek my laas as kind beskyt
Die ouderling gryp my, ek kan nie beweeg
Toe maak ek vir "spite" die res op hom leeg

Nou is hy woedend en soos 'n bees so sterk
Hy "free wheel" my kop tussen my bene uit die kerk
My sinne word dof van die walglike reuk
Die " cheek" om my kop tussen my bene te steek

My maag is so seer, my bene die knak
Al wat ek voel is die groot bol kak
Die ouderling steun en druk aan die bol
En druk die ding amper terug in my hol

Buite los hy my en storm na binne
Stadig herstel ek van my bedwelmde sinne
Die ding wat my sedertdien nog altyd verstom
Is hoe het ek die Sondag by die huis gekom

Een ding het ek van kerkgang geleer
As jou maag wil werk , sit naby die deur
En as jou derms begin draai en jou poephol blom
Sorg dat jy vinnig by die kakhuis kom.

Hahahahahaaaaa. LOL

Thats exellent

"Winter"

Winter is 'n wonderlike tyd
O, kyk! Al die meisies se nipples is reguit
Shit maar dit is koud
Gays gee dit stadig in die boud

^^ LOL KaoZ

My Version:

FOK DIS KOUD,
Nou gee my n' beer teef