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upbringing

The morning sounds of the car fleet of cars are heard, someone's coughing bicycle clason is heard somewhere on the canvas the outlines of the quarter, protruding with accuracy strict observance of the standards paid by a mortgage

Morning rays caress the decoration of your clean housing equipped with a catalog, wake up and sing a young family by blooming the city through the windows overlooking the east your new day as a freshly squeezed juice sip

The current person possesses you completely caresses with his hands never in contact with mounting foam, sets his shoulder fucks neatly who did not know the infections with a dick gives access to money for technology and environmentally friendly food and

You know the passwords from all his cards and accounts on social networks, he will do everything so that you are happy at the time of conception, looking into his eyes only experienced positive emotions and may be resolved in you under the fifth symphony of Mozart

Walking along the spring grass in the happy expectation of replenishment and now the daughter is growing up smart music loves, she loves reading she went to the fifth grade and the father is already trying to hide films with punk music and novels of Nobel laureates

She is still growing up to her early vegetarian, all the love for stupid animals Political views Mom dad keep each other fucker give her in good hands to the tales of world art and science

Pull sticky palms we drop on the floor in the club

We have optional options every evening for the most smart two hundred ways to stubborn from your new nanny

And finally, a personal example of how to end existence

Pure conscience open book thoughtful smile

This is a picture for happy and honest parents

I spark barefoot on the giblets in the apartment scattered and sang just be yourself and the prohibitions are for a cattle

Porotvey three seven from a grandmother's cup Grandmother lies in the room. Friends and my friends play a bottle main love for the child thank you, they have learned my parents of suckers intellectuals tried to keep up

with time. Wow is Frank Ocean? wow this is called trap, we also listened to the son in childhood, you must understand we all know we on your side we are at the same time books of modern psychologists on the shelf

Here is my father’s roe deer and a photo where he had long hair, then we walked barefoot, were not afraid of the Chekists and the cops neither the devil nor the devil, we hipped were friendly with the writers of the poets and even danced Breke Dance under Okudzhava

And in the 95th, your dad got drunk, promised to rejoice Zyuganov, who encroached on democracy wanted to take away our victories the market freedom and life without any prohibitions business flourishes and finish pensioners

Do you want to be a vegetarian? Do you want to download porn dear? If you were free to prohibition, for a cattle, you continue to continue the dynasty that we have revived in museums of concerts of family dinners under the echo of Moscow

Here he is a real punk rock son, we are with you

They wailed while I borrowed the eyes of both pussy politics in their pussy, I choose life, I choose pure love,

Pure conscience open book thoughtful smile

This is a picture for happy and honest parents

I spark barefoot on the giblets in the apartment scattered and sang just be yourself and the prohibitions are for a cattle

Pull sticky palms we drop on the floor in the club

We have open electives every evening for the smartest two hundred ways to stubborn from your new nanny, and in the end, a personal example of how to finish existence