Monday, September 26, 2011

The magic of Google, translated

I think I want to tell you I love you, my balls are stuck in my throat like a frog in a spider nest so as not begging. If it is something to get angry, at least it's not, you are sincere. I have to tell a lie is a stranger, I can guarantee you, you can not pose as a pretender. More time one is let it for the masses ugly, with millions of sperm a nerd, fighter, the next loser, to improve the lives of our island to sleep like never Shou, and programs.

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