To all of you. colleagues alike who love the values \u200b\u200bof PJ and anarchism, and not stop to reap success with women as the undersigned, I leave for you to enjoy this weekend the blog that makes a friend but that something gorilla anarchist Ziberial Feisbujman. Pen to highlight its stories seriously recommend microscopic and Margaretta stories, the small Piper embambinable of Lombardy.
Here we bring an example of what the dr. Feibujman ago:
"play down is the key," said Margaretta at Sandia Black while covered with bales of GEOP. There was a button. Many suspect Reinaldo Mauricio Macri, painter and obedient to the apple of your block. Admirer too.
were 450 kilos of "Look at the stars," the new drug wave is all the rage in La Monica dance. Margaretta had arranged had arranged how to get the loot of the country, and outsourcing it to Milan and get back to playing the flute with his friends in the woods creatures of Lombardy.
But something went wrong. The pushbuttons was great, Maurice Reginald had sworn it. A son of a bitch to be feared.
bullets whistling passed near Margaretta curls and things got complicated.
The Black Sandia derrepente shouting "My ortho just breaks my boyfriend, lunges bullets Tramontina brandishing a knife and getting shot in the face twenty-five falls. Expired.
That did not help improve the outlook.
"male Stiamo ed ora il cuore batte piuttosto my forte, figa" Think Margaretta, and was well. The end was approaching.
Here we bring an example of what the dr. Feibujman ago:
"play down is the key," said Margaretta at Sandia Black while covered with bales of GEOP. There was a button. Many suspect Reinaldo Mauricio Macri, painter and obedient to the apple of your block. Admirer too.
were 450 kilos of "Look at the stars," the new drug wave is all the rage in La Monica dance. Margaretta had arranged had arranged how to get the loot of the country, and outsourcing it to Milan and get back to playing the flute with his friends in the woods creatures of Lombardy.
But something went wrong. The pushbuttons was great, Maurice Reginald had sworn it. A son of a bitch to be feared.
bullets whistling passed near Margaretta curls and things got complicated.
The Black Sandia derrepente shouting "My ortho just breaks my boyfriend, lunges bullets Tramontina brandishing a knife and getting shot in the face twenty-five falls. Expired.
That did not help improve the outlook.
"male Stiamo ed ora il cuore batte piuttosto my forte, figa" Think Margaretta, and was well. The end was approaching.
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