niech ci stara na linie się pohuśta szmata za wyplucie na świat takiego gówna biegającego tylko dookoła haka, chuj ci w morde i do dupy

ебаная дочь ♥♥♥♥♥ которая может сейвить свою порвотую ♥♥♥♥♥ аутистка дцпешная, у тебя все сеиья наверно болеет спидом и дигродацией

Thou art a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy worsted-stocking knave; a lily-liver’d, action-taking, whoreson, glass-gazing, superserviceable, finical rogue; one-trunk-inheriting slave; one that wouldst be a bawd in way of good service, and art nothing but the composition of a knave, beggar, coward, pandar, and the son and heir of a mungril ♥♥♥♥♥.

He was one of the numerous and varied legion of dullards, of half-animated abortions, conceited, half-educated coxcombs, who attach themselves to the idea most in fashion only to vulgarize it and who caricature every cause they serve, however sincerely.

I misjudged you… You’re not a moron. You’re only a case of arrested development.

slabý kokotko :/