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*and i too thought the english banknotes were big, but by god... have you seen imperial russian's banknotes?! you could wipe you entire **** with one.* no, i don't own an imperial russia's banknote, or a kopek dating pre 20th century that Dostoevsky might have used to gamble, no, i don't own an imperial russia's banknote with tsar Nicholas the 2nd's face on it; you can rob me all you want, i think the banknote to be cursed... a cursed luck of lost reason and logic... but when i look at that all familiar face and stare into the ageing face of elizabeth the 2nd... i see papered ****** gravitating to forfeit a chance of excelling in Olympics... Olympics indeed, of muscles turned into oyster mush... about to be exercised in breathing exercises of forgotten oxygen toxins... no... i don't own imperial russia's banknote with Tsar Nicholas 2nd's face on it; i did tell you my maternal great-grandfather spoke 7 languages, didn't i? only bothersome and subsequently fake nobleness stresses its point... the true aristocrats suffer with enforced ailments that only breed an exaggerated libido, to quote myself... *i'd **** anything that moves within the framework of the trinity of mouth **** and **** my ******** are always goosebumps frolicking to a tingle and i just want to relax with an unloading of the content,* i didn't read marquis de sade for no reason, other than the quoted bibliography of the marquis himself, having read books using only one arm, with the other... "making bookmarks", ha.
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Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
imperial russia's banknote
*and i too thought the english banknotes were big, but by god... have you seen imperial russian's banknotes?! you could wipe you entire **** with one.* no, i don't own an imperial russia's banknote, or a kopek dating pre 20th century that Dostoevsky might have used to gamble, no, i don't own an imperial russia's banknote with tsar Nicholas the 2nd's face on it; you can rob me all you want, i think the banknote to be cursed... a cursed luck of lost reason and logic... but when i look at that all familiar face and stare into the ageing face of elizabeth the 2nd... i see papered ****** gravitating to forfeit a chance of excelling in Olympics... Olympics indeed, of muscles turned into oyster mush... about to be exercised in breathing exercises of forgotten oxygen toxins... no... i don't own imperial russia's banknote with Tsar Nicholas 2nd's face on it; i did tell you my maternal great-grandfather spoke 7 languages, didn't i? only bothersome and subsequently fake nobleness stresses its point... the true aristocrats suffer with enforced ailments that only breed an exaggerated libido, to quote myself... *i'd **** anything that moves within the framework of the trinity of mouth **** and **** my ******** are always goosebumps frolicking to a tingle and i just want to relax with an unloading of the content,* i didn't read marquis de sade for no reason, other than the quoted bibliography of the marquis himself, having read books using only one arm, with the other... "making bookmarks", ha.
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