Themen 01/2015

  • Trainingslehre: Konzepte erfolgreichen Nachwuchs­trainings (KerN)
  • Trainerforum: Der Weg zum erfolgreichsten Sandplatz-Tennisspieler
  • Sportmedizin: Sehtraining im Sport

Überschrift 1. Ordnung

This is the AK-47 assault rifle, the preferred weapon of your enemy; and it makes a distinctive sound when fired at you, so remember it. You're talking to me all wrong... It's the wrong tone. You do it again and I'll stab you in the face with a soldering iron. Hey, tell me, does your mother sew? BOOM. Get her to sew that! You got the wrong guy, ace! Ever notice how sometimes you come across somebody you shouldn't have F**ked with? Well, I'm that guy. Selina! Selina Kyle, you're fired! And Bruce Wayne, why are you dressed up like Batman? What you have to ask yourself is, do I feel lucky. Well do ya' punk? Well, do you have anything to say for yourself? I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell. Dyin' ain't much of a livin', boy. He hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then, when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. don't p!ss down my back and tell me it's raining. Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse.

I'm neglecting my other guests. Enjoy yourself, you'll find the young ladies stimulating company. don't p!ss down my back and tell me it's raining. This is the AK-47 assault rifle, the preferred weapon of your enemy; and it makes a distinctive sound when fired at you, so remember it. Did you hear about the happy Roman? He was "glad he ate her." I thought about you every time I jerked off, dickhead. Dyin' ain't much of a livin', boy. This is my gun, Clyde! You know why the Yankees always win, Frank? it's 'cause the other teams can't stop staring at those damn pinstripes. You want a guarantee, buy a toaster. What do you want me to say, that I'm sorry? That I apologize? Well, people in Hell want ice water, pal. Well, do you have anything to say for yourself? You got the wrong guy, ace!

When a naked man's chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I figure he's not out collecting for the Red Cross. You're talking to me all wrong... It's the wrong tone. You do it again and I'll stab you in the face with a soldering iron. Hey, tell me, does your mother sew? BOOM. Get her to sew that! This is America, babe, you gotta think big to be big. Man's gotta know his limitations. You want a guarantee, buy a toaster. Ever notice how sometimes you come across somebody you shouldn't have F**ked with? Well, I'm that guy. Here. Put that in your report!" AND "I may have found a way out of here. Man's gotta know his limitations. Selina! Selina Kyle, you're fired! And Bruce Wayne, why are you dressed up like Batman? What you have to ask yourself is, do I feel lucky. Well do ya' punk? I don't know what you want, but I know I can get it for you, with a minimum of fuss! Money, jewels, a *very* big ball of string. You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig.

This is America, babe, you gotta think big to be big. Are you feeling lucky punk What do you want me to say, that I'm sorry? That I apologize? Well, people in Hell want ice water, pal. Here. Put that in your report!" AND "I may have found a way out of here. Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse. I thought about you every time I jerked off, dickhead. He hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then, when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig. When a naked man's chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher knife and a hard-on, I figure he's not out collecting for the Red Cross. You know why the Yankees always win, Frank? it's 'cause the other teams can't stop staring at those damn pinstripes. I don't know what you want, but I know I can get it for you, with a minimum of fuss! Money, jewels, a *very* big ball of string. This is my gun, Clyde