Hi, my Indian friend. Tell me where to send some bags of flour, rice, and tea. I'm worried about you. When your mother told me what your father did to you, it was scary to hear and write about. Your classmates also bullied you at school, and you came home with wet hair that smelled like urine. Now I understand all your worries. I worry about every Indian.

I will say right away that I love India. Every time I see them preparing their street food, my appetite immediately disappears and it even disgusts me. That's why Indians are strong people, they manage to cut meat with their nails and eat right off the floor. Let's stay in touch, natives.

Hello my Indian friend. Your loving mother with a big butt told me about her son - you. She says that you were able to get a job on the outskirts of india, near a dirty river, but there is a communication tower with 3G Internet. Now you are losing your mind and jerking off to porn. This is what I wanted to tell you, boy: when you go home on the roof of a train as a stowaway bend your head it is not safe. I hope we will be in touch if you arrive unharmed.

This guys mother is a street worker gave birth to him in a public toilet. His mother died during childbirth, having caught an infection, but this guy miraculously survived, although he is now being treated for AIDS.

-rep wallhack

-rep what a piece of human trash :DDDD and also bot xDDD