your father is a fat so that it cannot fart other than crop failure other its mother ordered to lose weight, the number oho... the type is almost a heap about you, the smell was shot, the missile passed by and it also was a withers
"the life is jäkä jäkä, a pussy says the people, one must manage, I will not hear a shit when it are blowing, the boy sun roars and you talk a full shit, be quiet a shit, do not talk that pitäis now to manage the faija came