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i better become an anecdote, an anecdote well hidden, otherwise poland will become the new mogolia having to ingest and regurgitate the holocaust; with english middle-crass opinions citing a need for plumbers... hey... i'll block your loo for free! and i'll block it without even using toilet-paper! look here... 1 (index), 1 (middle) and 1 (ring finger)... now comes the mascara! why? why?! i'll tell you why! za jasno! za jasno! (too bright! too bright!) why are these ******* allowed cars and lights ahead of them to illuminate and i'm not allowed sunglasses just because it looks weird? they gave men capitalism with the slavic pope, and ******* to the girls... mass expulsion... the pretty girls weren't pretty any more, just average on the streets... you know, average, worth keeping, no jealousy about... all the jealousy went into pimping beauties to french jocks and arab sheiks... love story of the year, a sheikh paid for two twins being born... i wish i was home, even with mother russia looking over my shoulder... at least ethnicity would match... you know the pain i had watching a polish girl get spat on by a neanderthal netherlander?! i hoped for an invasion of europe by islam.
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC
walking with sunglasses in the night
i better become an anecdote, an anecdote well hidden, otherwise poland will become the new mogolia having to ingest and regurgitate the holocaust; with english middle-crass opinions citing a need for plumbers... hey... i'll block your loo for free! and i'll block it without even using toilet-paper! look here... 1 (index), 1 (middle) and 1 (ring finger)... now comes the mascara! why? why?! i'll tell you why! za jasno! za jasno! (too bright! too bright!) why are these ******* allowed cars and lights ahead of them to illuminate and i'm not allowed sunglasses just because it looks weird? they gave men capitalism with the slavic pope, and ******* to the girls... mass expulsion... the pretty girls weren't pretty any more, just average on the streets... you know, average, worth keeping, no jealousy about... all the jealousy went into pimping beauties to french jocks and arab sheiks... love story of the year, a sheikh paid for two twins being born... i wish i was home, even with mother russia looking over my shoulder... at least ethnicity would match... you know the pain i had watching a polish girl get spat on by a neanderthal netherlander?! i hoped for an invasion of europe by islam.
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC
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