"Victor Rosta, blabuahbla, Victor Rosta "
(subtitle:" Victor Rosta! Why you gave it to Victor Rosta? ")
dear" faketejulia. The land west of the Dnieper River is at your disposal. The Kiev sees from afar the land that is also great efforts to understand the various dialects like sardines freshly caught filling up the harbor, where a fisherman trying to sell them using a dialect even more incomprehensible to others. you can leave messages waiting for me when I'm offline display them in my now rare access to MSN. but that mass of unpronounceable letters that is your language and language of the Tsars, is clean and clear to me what an explosion of bitumen. sì, le parole "vodka" e "sex" le capisco. ma tu come reagiresti se io ti scrivessi un passo della Divina Commedia intervallandola di tanto in tanto con le parole "verdicchio" e "ciulatina"?
(l'ultima frontiera dell'infastidire il prossimo quando non è possibile farlo con schiamazzi notturni)
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