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Потому что я ебать сильнее и сильнее И мой член длиннее А у тебя нет стиля, чтобы получить штраф девушку
ReplyDeleteJesus, jesus, vodka vodka vodka local whore vodka. Fuckin rushin.
ReplyDeleteHello. I am a new user to this site. I am very interested in understanding this post and / or the subsequent anonymous commenting. What gives guy?
ReplyDeleteHe has not a single so-called friend . . . he cannot be bothered to write letters to friends, and . . . in the course of time all people have become a matter of indifference to him. This may be a fault, but it is simply how Hamsun is . . . His work is his only friend, his only love, and the rest of us just have to accept this.
ReplyDeleteNicole: haha
ReplyDeletejust like I was going to get up every day this month and do yoga
and not drink or eat sugar
and meditate every afternoon
I suck with the self-discipline