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*ona mruga oczyma jak sra, czy jak szczy*?   (concerning one of my cats in the garden                   easing the **** or bladder, whichever - imagine saying it's a baby when it's should be said: retract that idea of nappies and breastfeeding, watch Prometheus - girl quick on the mark, alien tadpoles ahoy!); you'd love to see the rainbow of curses i littered the ground around me -       all because i overslept my doctor's appointment over the phone -                  hell knows no womanly furies, it's kitted out with them as standard -                  mind you, it's about time to encounter if not simply invite Dr. Zhivago to cool things down -                           such trivialities as only a woman might know to be the basis of infuriated assault - and about a thumb's length of whiskey on an empty stomach, and three coffees...               shit's buzzing... after vacuuming the house i make my oaths: yes, the 21st century Homeric heroes to mind, our modern heroes: heroism equivalent of paying the gas bill -                                entertainment value? zilch: unless you're bound to be watching Odysseus take the longest yawn spanning into the 22nd century. no... i didn't have a rich father, but they managed ******** into my mouth anyway, no wonder all i get to say is: it stinks -            alter?                    *nasrali mi do gęby, nic dziwnego że mówie: smród!                                                     smród! nie jeden balas w szambie tym samym     demokratycznym słowem powie: smród                      i rozkaz męczybuły nad głos! a tu jakiś Kossak pięścią... sto razy wdepte ci dekalog: dwór! dwór! nie pałacyk...                         buda! buda, psie marnego skinienia                             w aport! hujnia i homonto!               oraj pole... jebana mać oraj złote włókno             by przestał głód pytać o gram                                                         sytu! oraj!*              beauty of out a loss in temperament, no cocktail party for miles...                                  if you look closely you can spot a Belgian field of poppies; god the English malaise of attempting to curse...            the easiest curse in English is identified as courtesy - sorry means as much as **** off*.
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Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC
кaк дa sra, либо ščy?
*ona mruga oczyma jak sra, czy jak szczy*?   (concerning one of my cats in the garden                   easing the **** or bladder, whichever - imagine saying it's a baby when it's should be said: retract that idea of nappies and breastfeeding, watch Prometheus - girl quick on the mark, alien tadpoles ahoy!); you'd love to see the rainbow of curses i littered the ground around me -       all because i overslept my doctor's appointment over the phone -                  hell knows no womanly furies, it's kitted out with them as standard -                  mind you, it's about time to encounter if not simply invite Dr. Zhivago to cool things down -                           such trivialities as only a woman might know to be the basis of infuriated assault - and about a thumb's length of whiskey on an empty stomach, and three coffees...               shit's buzzing... after vacuuming the house i make my oaths: yes, the 21st century Homeric heroes to mind, our modern heroes: heroism equivalent of paying the gas bill -                                entertainment value? zilch: unless you're bound to be watching Odysseus take the longest yawn spanning into the 22nd century. no... i didn't have a rich father, but they managed ******** into my mouth anyway, no wonder all i get to say is: it stinks -            alter?                    *nasrali mi do gęby, nic dziwnego że mówie: smród!                                                     smród! nie jeden balas w szambie tym samym     demokratycznym słowem powie: smród                      i rozkaz męczybuły nad głos! a tu jakiś Kossak pięścią... sto razy wdepte ci dekalog: dwór! dwór! nie pałacyk...                         buda! buda, psie marnego skinienia                             w aport! hujnia i homonto!               oraj pole... jebana mać oraj złote włókno             by przestał głód pytać o gram                                                         sytu! oraj!*              beauty of out a loss in temperament, no cocktail party for miles...                                  if you look closely you can spot a Belgian field of poppies; god the English malaise of attempting to curse...            the easiest curse in English is identified as courtesy - sorry means as much as **** off*.
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Sep 29, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC
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