zhrxxmy
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roBOTsie 12 พ.ย. 2020 @ 12: 14pm 
Signed by Shine'ee :bhheart::csgocross:
l1ght 12 ส.ค. 2020 @ 4: 56pm 
+rep great hacker
shanzi 14 พ.ค. 2020 @ 5: 47pm 
In anul care a trecut, ai futut cat ai putut, cand mai bine, cand mai rau, nu prea a fost anul tau, dar in anul care vine, iti urez sa futi mai bine...blonde, virgine, tatoase! Ca sa nu te las la greu, iti urez sa le fut eu! De odihna sa ai parte ,las' ca le fut eu pe toate... Azi in zi de sarbatoare, sa ai grija la mancare. Sa nu manci multe sarmale ca se face pula moale, sa ai grija la salata daca vrei s-o vezi sculata, sa nu gusti deloc friptura, ca atunci adio pula. Fara prajituri cu nuci daca vrei sa dai la buci. Deci apuca-te si bea, daca tii la pula ta! La multi ani!+REP
chisiu 24 เม.ย. 2019 @ 1: 19am 
In anul care a trecut, ai futut cat ai putut, cand mai bine, cand mai rau, nu prea a fost anul tau, dar in anul care vine, iti urez sa futi mai bine...blonde, virgine, tatoase! Ca sa nu te las la greu, iti urez sa le fut eu! De odihna sa ai parte ,las' ca le fut eu pe toate... Azi in zi de sarbatoare, sa ai grija la mancare. Sa nu manci multe sarmale ca se face pula moale, sa ai grija la salata daca vrei s-o vezi sculata, sa nu gusti deloc friptura, ca atunci adio pula. Fara prajituri cu nuci daca vrei sa dai la buci. Deci apuca-te si bea, daca tii la pula ta! La multi ani!+REP
zhrxxmy 4 ต.ค. 2017 @ 7: 35am 
Nice poem m8
chisiu 12 ก.ย. 2017 @ 10: 54am 
In One Hundred Acre Wood
Our friends are not in the mood.
Swept under the carpet of Winter is our hope
The moral and food ratio went down the slope.
Frozen tears hit the glass
They bring starvation en masse
Assimilation is scrapped from their mind
Annihilated will be their kind
Black hour hits the timeline
Mother will be put to the trial
To preserve the blood for the next generation
One must survive to reach preservation
The weakest has been chosen
The dominant must be proven
Barbarian instinct hits her organism
Wild temper breaks stoicism
She can't be stopped; not with remorse
Hounds fulfilled with tears and brute force
Humanity is gored and raped
Cannibalism is her only escape
Know your race
Know your place