Chastuhi - my dick was sick for a week.

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   | Oh Nabolevshem II + +  Author: Chapai  +--+   
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 | Ministry of Bank Education R.F. + + 2003 | | M P |
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 I was walking in the park yesterday, Vot LDIR nice guy,        
 He met Kirill.             It doesn't make a difference.               
 Our park!  - Kirill said Только диски мне все протит    
 U fucked on the prow.               U lomaet dohuja.                
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 Misha Brom sent a letter, TVs are flying,              
 It's really not bad.             The sausage flies.                
 Pushkin fagot, freeman sucker, So the Ryazan gang           
 AMinPanthose are cool!             Resting at home.                 
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I don’t drink vodka now. I fucked my girlfriend,           
 And I fuck everyone doggy style.               A friend of a friend.               
The scener makes me shit,            
 My cancer is a bitch.      Pure group sex.               
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 I flew to Jupiter, The pillar hit Zaporozhets       
 Bab fucked a lot there.           U 'Constipation' is bent,            
 And then I woke up, the man flew out the window           
 My dick is swollen.            U almost bent over              
 * * *  Roma fucking blind bitch           
 Everything at home has already been drunk, the steering wheel has fucked up,              
 Even frying pans.                And I was fucking sitting in the back            
 OneThe computer is lying there and I doubled over laughing.           
 U piece of herring.              R.S. This story is real!      
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 I came to Taras, fucking mosquitoes flew in        
 Fucked his goat.               On a hot air balloon.           
 I won’t go again, I’ve burst the balloons,              
 My dick was sick for a week.         They stomped on their feet              
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 There are cockroaches in my house These are the poems I wrote           
 All the sofas were crap.         I'm hungover this morning.          
 I cleaned everything up for a month, it turned out just nonsense,         
 Thenthey crap all over it.     But for that...