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Postautor: Ploteczki » śr lip 04, 2007 4:59 pm

Znany i lubiany aktor Zbigniew Zamachowski: czasem można go zlokalizować w Dębkach A ostatnio lubi wypoczywać Małgorzata Ostrowska-Królikowska Grażynka z Klanu razem z siostrą i dziećmi

Postautor: Marys » śr lip 04, 2007 11:29 pm

w zeszłym roku lażała koło nas P Małgosia:)

Postautor: Marys » śr lip 04, 2007 11:30 pm

A P Zbyszek przecież ma działeczke w Dębkach Pozdrawiam!!

Postautor: Krk » pn lip 09, 2007 5:17 pm

A ja własnie dzisiaj rano wróciłam z Dębek.. :D Zakochałam się w tej mieścince :D A no i spotkałam Radka Majdana, Grażynkę z Klanu i Ewę Gorzelak :D Fajowo :D

Postautor: Gość » ndz lip 15, 2007 7:15 am

Grazynka z klanu...wow normalnie superstar widzialem jak kazdy kelner jej w tylek wchodzil-smacznego pani grazynko czy smakuje pani grazynko itp smiech na sali no ale to przeciez gwiazda najwiekszego formatu....

Postautor: ASIA 18 » pn sie 13, 2007 7:37 pm

Ja widzialam Michała Milowicza (to było 2 lata temu mam nawet z nim fote) i Agnieszke Warchulska, śp. Ewe Sałacka..... W tym roku widziałam Ewe Gorzelak ale to juz standard jezdze do Dębek od 7 lat i ZAWSZE ją widze:)

Postautor: ASIA 18 » pn sie 13, 2007 7:42 pm

Ja widzialam Michała Milowicza (to było 2 lata temu mam nawet z nim fote) i Agnieszke Warchulska, śp. Ewe Sałacka..... W tym roku widziałam Ewe Gorzelak ale to juz standard jezdze do Dębek od 7 lat i ZAWSZE ją widze:)

gwiazdy w debkach

Postautor: pyza-iza » ndz sie 19, 2007 11:43 am

od 5 lat tu przyjezdzam i widzialam:=M. Milowicza, B. Obuchowicza z corka, k. Skrzynecka, B. Opanie, d. Szpakowskiego z rodzinaoraz bylego prezydenta W-wy P.Piskorskiego

gwiazdy w Dębkach

Postautor: Gość » pn wrz 03, 2007 1:47 pm

Wprawdzie w tym roku nikogo znanego nie udało mi się spotkać w Dębkach, ale pamiętam, że kiedyś rokrocznie bywał tam Kazik Staszewski, spotykałam też Tomka Lipińskiego (TILT, Brygada Kryzys), Michała Milowicza, a rok temu - Borysa Szyca.

Postautor: Peter » śr wrz 05, 2007 9:13 pm

A ja w tym roku (w sierpniu) spotkałem M. Braunek i B. Opanię.

Postautor: Gość » wt wrz 11, 2007 12:48 pm

to są wszystko gwiazdeczki, co roku zamieszkuję u tych samych gospodarzy z (dla mnie najwiekszą "gwiazda", a przede wszystkim najwiekszym autorytetem - Panem Senatorem Krzysztofem Piesiewiczem

Postautor: baart » czw wrz 13, 2007 3:17 pm

pamietam nocne dyskusje z nim w Holsteinie
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Postautor: Evusia:) » ndz paź 14, 2007 10:20 am

ja w tym roku widzialam Przemyslawa Cyprianskiego z zona... rok temu M. Milowicza, Z. Zamachowskiego, Kayah... Dębki to super miejsce POLECAM:)

Postautor: wielmożny » pt lut 08, 2008 2:13 am

Muniek z T.love zawsze z dzieciaczkeim na rowerkach :-)

p. Braunek jest co roku ;-)
ta plaża ten wdech...wydech....ehhh :-)
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Postautor: lookme875 » śr lis 25, 2009 5:29 am

Hey, ‘Bones,’ ” my brother, Parker, asked me, "what are you going to be for Halloween?" The elementary school party started at 7:00 PM. The winner of the prize for the most original costume got two free tickets for the Sunday matinee. Parker was dressed and ready to go. I watched him parade in front of the mirror in his pirate costume. He's so handsome, I thought. All the girls in the fifth and sixth grades were madly in love with him. I'd spent the afternoon defending myself from his rubber dagger.
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" I'm not going!" I replied.

" Why not?"

" No costume."

"That's dumb," he said. "You hardly need a costume. You're already a perfect scarecrow!" I was used to these observations. Furthermore, he spoke the truth. At twelve, I was already six feet tall and weighed eighty-nine pounds. Tack on red hair and freckles and it added up to one thing: I was a scarecrow.

School days were charged with searing taunts. "Down in front." "How's the weather up there?" "Are those skis or shoes?" It was hard to smile back, and even harder to make friends.
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I tried plastering my hair down flat on the top of my head and prying the heels off my shoes. I took scalding hot baths, hoping I'd shrink. In bed at night, I put my feet against the footboard, hands against the headboard and pushed, hoping to press myself back together. Nothing worked. So I saved nickels and dimes in a cider jug to pay the future surgeon who would find fame in Ripley's Believe It or Not by cutting six inches of bone from the legs of the tallest girl in the world and making her the same height as everybody else.

"When I grow up," I told Parker, as he brandished his cutlass in front of the mirror, "I'm going to live on an island where there's no one to stare." My brother raised his eye patch and looked at me hard.

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"Sounds awful," he said, and left for the party.

Alone, I listened to the cheerless night and pictured the costumes my classmates had bought. I had tried on a few, too, but nothing fit. I could picture my classmates in their costumes, having a wonderful time. As I wandered about the house, I remembered happier days-before Mommy and Daddy were separated. When Daddy lived with us, he always made me feel loved and wanted. Seeing him now for short visits wasn't the same. The more I brooded, the more my self-pity grew.

Then I spotted a broomstick standing in the kitchen corner. Maybe I could make a costume, I thought. Outside, a sheet and pillowcase billowed on the clothesline. I could be a witch or a ghost. Then my gaze fell on the back of the cellar door. My father's old plaid work shirt, faded overalls, jacket and cap were hanging right where he had left them.
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"I could be a hobo," I murmured as I buried my face in the dusty clothes. But Parker's taunt kept coming back at me. "You're a scarecrow." As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. Well then, a scarecrow was what I'd be. The closer I got to the school, the louder the cheers and clapping became, and the more my fears grew. What if they laughed at me? Worse still, what if they didn't do anything? Hiding behind the tool shed next to the gym, I pulled everything out of the pillowcase and started to dress. Because I was so tall, I could peek through the high window and see everybody taking turns on the stage in quest of the coveted prize. Ghosts, princesses, monsters, cowboys, soldiers and brides-they were all there, clad in store-bought costumes, fragile dreams for one night. My teeth were chattering. Would they clap for me? Would they whistle and cheer? My stomach ached from anticipation.

I'll run home! I decided. No one would know I had been there. But Parker came on stage and glanced at the window. It was too late. He had seen me. If I left now, he'd call me chicken. I watched him bow to the audience and listened to the squeals from the girls as he leaped on chairs and tables and parried with his sword. Next, a small gorilla climbed on top of a ladder and ate a banana. Lincoln gave a brief address. Cleopatra danced with a rubber snake in her hands, and a soldier marched and twirled his gun. Only Tarzan remained.
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Maneuvering carefully through the entrance, I went in, held my breath and prayed, Please, God, don't let me make a fool of myself. The applause was so loud for the King of the jungle when he gave his call and swung on a curtain rope that no one seemed to notice me walk slowly to the center of the stage. A pillowcase covered my head. With arms outstretched and hands clutching the broomstick inserted through the sleeves of an old plaid shirt, I wore a felt hat and faded overalls stuffed with straw. The room was suddenly still.

Nobody clapped. Nobody cheered. The only sound I heard was the hammering of my own heart. I'm going to die, I thought, right here in front of everybody. The world was tilting, and my ears were ringing when the hood slid down my nose, just enough so I could peer through the eyeholes. And that's when I saw my classmates for the first time, as they really were. Petite blonde fairies with golden wands-and steel braces on their teeth. A baseball hero with a bat and mitt-and bottle-thick eyeglasses. A boxer with fighting gloves-sitting in a wheelchair. Someone asked, "Hey, who is that?" "Parker's sister!" They looked at one another, surprise brightening their faces. Clapping and cheering filled the room.
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