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In the spring, I forgot the travel card, the protagonist of his play, and you are with a hydra in the porches,

Here, local vegetables will go on your ears, no one listens to the songs, no more, even cracked

But here we can’t even see the good in binoculars, here everyone is fucking, because the choice is towards a silent movie,

I climbed under the wreath with death, I realized that something was not put on the nameless ring,

He did not die, he simply lay down to lie down, the homeless tumbled down a trifle, drink two liters and squirrels, and squirrels will run,

He will flow and palette, the ball was firing on the box, made bets, fucked and sent these games,

I wanted to take off the parody of the Vigou Vigou Vigou, but pushed towards the turnip, two pygalis always wink here,

Brotherly do not get involved, this is Vasya and Igor, their flask splashes, and who will squeeze the BORK on the juicer of the company,

What produces them behind the hill, and our Russian rum collects Ronald, that is, a robot, that is, the opposite, the opposite

Russia laughter and not a vice, my yard is not a circus of freaks, I know the way to Larechka, there is a beer with the inscription: the guests are inexpensive, on Rington Ivan Dorn, walking in McDonald's, sorry, but I forgot that more fashionable, Big Testy or Chicen Maknagets,

There is a hundred, then they drove, then by the discount of the naga, I don’t sniff, it just doesn’t can eat tangerines with a peel, Faku fidor Bonzhur told the Chinese-Tourist, I dream of a flying Gelik, the campaign became a futurist, the campaign,

as it was, he remained a worm, buy cigarettes and pshikni in the mouth of a glider for himself-so high the chance does not burn at the mother, then the army and study no longer roll, the backup salary, there the dad will pay extra, this is one big dumpling, One on all the hut, do not burn, take the tops instead of a grasp.