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    t shirts
  • A short-sleeved casual top, generally made of cotton, having the shape of a T when spread out flat
  • A T-shirt (T shirt or tee) is a shirt which is pulled on over the head to cover most of a person's torso. A T-shirt is usually buttonless and collarless, with a round neck and short sleeves.
  • (T Shirt (album)) T Shirt is a 1976 album by Loudon Wainwright III. Unlike his earlier records, this (and the subsequent 'Final Exam') saw Wainwright adopt a full blown rock band (Slowtrain) - though there are acoustic songs on T-Shirt, including a talking blues.
  • (t-shirt) jersey: a close-fitting pullover shirt
    spanish
  • The people of Spain
  • of or relating to or characteristic of Spain or the people of Spain; "Spanish music"
  • The Romance language of most of Spain and of much of Central and South America and several other countries
  • the Romance language spoken in most of Spain and the countries colonized by Spain
  • The White-Faced Black Spanish is a Spanish breed of chicken. They are thought to be the oldest breed of fowl in the Mediterranean class. The British have records dating back to 1572 referring to this chicken. This breed was admitted into the American Poultry Association in 1874.
    funny
  • The comic strips in newspapers
  • funny story: an account of an amusing incident (usually with a punch line); "she told a funny story"; "she made a funny"
  • amusing: arousing or provoking laughter; "an amusing film with a steady stream of pranks and pratfalls"; "an amusing fellow"; "a comic hat"; "a comical look of surprise"; "funny stories that made everybody laugh"; "a very funny writer"; "it would have been laughable if it hadn't hurt so much"; "
  • curious: beyond or deviating from the usual or expected; "a curious hybrid accent"; "her speech has a funny twang"; "they have some funny ideas about war"; "had an odd name"; "the peculiar aromatic odor of cloves"; "something definitely queer about this town"; "what a rum fellow"; "singular
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crucifix and camera: Sunday 1st – Sunday 8th April Taking the bus up the hill from Beit Sahour to Bethlehem is an experience in itself. Grinding up and down through whining gears, bumper to bumper with any vehicle slow enough, drivers show little mercy on these black-fuming beasts. Today, before the bus even made it out of the dusty potholed terminal it jerked to a halt to make way for an Al Aqsa Martyrs’ Brigade convoy; kefiyah clad passengers sat out of car windows clattering off rounds from old Kalashnikovs, and others a couple of quick-fire sprays from Israeli smuggled M-16 machine guns. And this in the middle of Beit Sahour, just outside the towns very own answer to Spar – Suq a Shab (people’s market). This was the first time I had seen a gun toting militant parade in the four months I’ve been here, so it was a little unnerving at first and, being absorbed in myself, I was initially unable to gauge the reaction of people in general. However, as the adrenaline stemmed, the lifting silence, raised eyebrows and the slight but despondent shake of heads indicated that this behaviour is not exactly appreciated, especially not in middle-class Christian Beit Sahour. As street sounds slowly infiltrated back into the silence, the impression I got was a little like a creature tentatively protruding its feelers after an impulsive retraction. The Palestinian people in general are just sick of fighting; they sleep, eat, and read politics, and know that this militancy is getting them nowhere. It hasn’t done since the 1940’s so why should that change now. These ‘gunmen’ are for the most part just early twenty somethings, more likely to invite you to their homes for mint tea and a good dinner than cause you problems; but they're young, angry and putting on a macho show with a bit of Palestinian solidarity thrown in. And the ones that are serious; they need to reconsider what it is they are up against. They are doing more harm to the Palestinian people than their revolutionary ethics account for. The Palestinians will win over eventually but it will not come from egocentricity. Up the hill in Nativity square (nativity church marks the spot where Jesus is said to have been born) the usual groups of intimidated looking tourists can be found, huddled in packs, bags and cameras held tight, trying their hardest to ignore desperate local hawkers pushing imported Chinese tat and bleached camera film. The vendors hang out like pack dogs, the pneumatic hiss of an opening coach door prompting Pavlovian salivation. Americans buy things, so the vendors say, but ‘Russians no good’, ‘Koreans no good’, even the Spanish, ‘no good’. I haven’t seen any British groups. I have a friend from Bethlehem who sells necklaces in the square, the kind I can remember my grandmother wearing. Sadly he fails to heed my advice: I have tried to tell him he needs to try a different angle, something religious at least, not as ‘granny’, but he tells me his sales permit will not allow any Christian goods to pass through his hands; necklaces and hats only, not even rosaries. All the vendors in the square need permission from the Palestinian Authority, but the permits given out obviously emanate from corrupt officials earning a bit of tourist shop commission on the side. There is certainly some sort of tourist racket going on but it’s hard to know the truth among some of the wilder claims. These vendors are up here seven days a week trying to make ends meet, chasing timid tourists that only buy as a means of opting out of hassle from ‘Arabs’. It is miserable to watch: men in their sixties forced into hawking “Arafat kefiyahs”, fluffy toy camels, and second rate postcards. As little as 7 years ago Bethlehem city would have been as bustling as neighbouring Jerusalem (10 mins away) but the 8 m concrete wall that now separates all aspects of their historic relationship has created an impoverished Bethlehem that is showing signs of ever-increasing ghettoisation. Watching the way tourist groups interact with the locals in Nativity Square you can almost hear the precursory words of Israeli tour operators warning of imminent Palestinian danger – ‘ignore the Arabs, just be friendly and they’ll eventually give up and go away’. A couple from Latvia that we got talking to told us how they had been seriously warned against visiting the West Bank – this from an Israeli travel operator. They wanted to travel from Jerusalem to Jericho and then on to Jordan: this they had been advised against. If you ever do the journey for yourself you will realise the irrelevance and ignorance of these warnings. After living here four months I can’t help but laugh at the unnecessary panic tourists seem to endure, arms locked together, fast trotting nuns, wincing old ladies, and blinkered Bethlehem daytrippers: I saw a couple of these clutching each other tightly, running to catch up when their group left them 20 yards or so behind. I’m pretty sure I could hear their sphin
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the most photographed.....
Sunday 1st – Sunday 8th April Taking bus up the hill from Beit Sahour to Bethlehem is an experience in itself. Grinding up and down through whining gears, bumper to bumper with any vehicle slow enough, drivers show little mercy on these black-fuming beasts. I get the feeling the low 10p fare is to deter asking for a refund if the bus should die half way up. Today, before the bus even made it out of the dusty potholed terminal it jerked to a halt to make way for an Al Aqsa Martyrs’ Brigade convoy; kefiyah clad passengers sat out of car windows clattering off rounds from old Kalashnikovs, and others a couple of quick-fire sprays from Israeli smuggled M-16 machine guns. And this in the middle of Beit Sahour, just outside the towns very own answer to Spar – Suq a Shab (people’s market). This was the first time I had seen a gun toting militant parade in the four months I’ve been here, so it was a little unnerving at first and, being absorbed in myself, I was initially unable to gauge the reaction of people in general. However, as the adrenaline stemmed, the lifting silence, raised eyebrows and the slight but despondent shake of heads indicated that this behaviour is not exactly appreciated, especially not in middle-class Christian Beit Sahour. As street sounds slowly infiltrated back into the silence, the impression I got was a little like a creature tentatively protruding its feelers after an impulsive retraction. The Palestinian people in general are just sick of fighting; they sleep, eat, and read politics, and know that this militancy is getting them nowhere. It hasn’t done since the 1940’s so why should that change now. These ‘gunmen’ are for the most part just early twenty somethings, more likely to invite you to their homes for mint tea and a good meat dinner than cause you problems; but they're young, angry and putting on a macho show with a bit of Palestinian solidarity thrown in. And the ones that are serious; they need to reconsider what it is they are up against. They are doing more harm to the Palestinian people than their revolutionary ethics account for. The Palestinians will win over eventually but it will not come from egocentricity. Up the hill in Nativity square (nativity church marks the spot where Jesus is said to have been born) the usual groups of intimidated looking tourists can be found, huddled in packs, bags and cameras held tight, trying their hardest to ignore desperate local hawkers pushing imported Chinese tat and bleached camera film. The vendors hang out like pack dogs, the pneumatic hiss of an opening coach door prompting Pavlovian salivation. Americans buy things, so the vendors say, but ‘Russians no good’, ‘Koreans no good’, even the Spanish, ‘no good’. I haven’t seen any British groups. I have a friend from Bethlehem who sells necklaces in the square, the kind I can remember my grandmother wearing. Sadly he fails to heed my advice: I have tried to tell him he needs to try a different angle, something religious at least, not as ‘granny’, but he tells me his sales permit will not allow any Christian goods to pass through his hands; necklaces and hats only, not even rosaries. All the vendors in the square need permission from the Palestinian Authority, but the permits given out obviously emanate from corrupt officials earning a bit of tourist shop commission on the side. There is certainly some sort of tourist racket going on but it’s hard to know the truth among some of the wilder claims. These vendors are up here seven days a week trying to make ends meet, chasing timid tourists that only buy as a means of opting out of hassle from ‘Arabs’. It is miserable to watch: old men in their sixties forced into hawking “Arafat kefiyahs”, fluffy toy camels, and second rate postcards. As little as 7 years ago Bethlehem city would have been as bustling as neighbouring Jerusalem (10 mins away) but the 8 m concrete wall that now separates all aspects of their historic relationship has created an impoverished Bethlehem that is showing signs of ever-increasing ghettoisation. Watching the way tourist groups interact with the locals in Nativity Square you can almost hear the precursory words of tour operators warning of imminent Palestinian danger – ‘ignore the Arabs, just be friendly and they’ll eventually give up and go away’. A couple from Latvia that we got talking to told us how they had been seriously warned against visiting the West Bank – this from an Israeli travel operator. They wanted to travel from Jerusalem to Jericho and then on to Jordan: this they had been advised against. If you ever do the journey for yourself you will realise the irrelevance and ignorance of these warnings. After living here four months I can’t help but laugh at the unnecessary panic tourists seem to endure, arms locked together, fast trotting nuns, wincing old ladies, and blinkered Bethlehem daytrippers: I saw a couple of these clutching each other tightly, running to catch up when their

funny t shirts in spanish
funny t shirts in spanish
Its Always Sunny In Philadelphia: Season 4
Step up to the bar at Paddy's Pub and brace yourself for a shot of outrageously raunchy fun! Paddy's may be the worst bar in Philadelphia, but the gang there sure knows how to party. Whether it's Dee and Charlie's flirtation with cannibalism, Frank's glory-hole fixation, or Mac's raucous reenactment of Dennis's over-the-top sexual memoirs, nothing is sacred for these dysfunctional misfits as they hilariously destroy all possible boundaries of good taste. Pour yourself a stiff one and come join the gang at Paddy's, where happy hour is more than just a time of day—it's a way of life!



Audio: English: Dolby Surround
Language: Dubbed: English / Subtitled: English, French & Spanish
Theatrical Aspect Ratio: Widescreen: 1.78:1



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