I go into the glasses. The whole fashion, gesturing at the camera
I sing the song to be the idol of youth.
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I have to be an eyesore to your $#&@ed (be racy).

Kerf actor from the film,

All groaned, gasped. What a cool and cute.
You're smiling, moron - it's normal,
After a week back at the hut bashlyat - it is real.


And I'm chasing, I again chasing
As dobazaritsya with money, if not $#&@ing them?

But I can not work, because the Sabbath all day
Not explained to me in this world to survive raspizdyayu.


Not to lose contact with old friends,
- How are you? - Normally, traded schschami.
What is correct? Tell me, who knows

Like, when the boss $#&@s - it's sad.

We razzhuem this subject as follows,

Each will remain in his or her opinion it is true after all.
And in the yard, 2009, at the station with trunks
Who can explain in an intelligent, well $#&@ I do here?


I sing love songs to the ears so cling
We mutim r'n'b, dream pump rooms.

Work get in a jam. Six months later shave pattly
I have now been dismissed, not trendy.


Underwater. Anyone have the eternal vacation
(*##$ing nothing to do when you're an adult.
They sing a song there, muddy lave-dick $#&@

I can do that too, because they are the only ones who are blowing.

And I do not blow, I blow, I blow

It's all transparent, I am fool vnature.
She lives with me? As a crush on her?
How many do not try to understand, and I will not $#&@.


Pasha, you risk. You risk when whining
Have become tired of all these songs about your love.

Let's wrap us something more vigorously so tight,
And then you have an old dick. Maybe you lie down?


Without PR your ebala awaits failure
One little creativity. Pasha, do not $#&@ ox.
Pasha, do not $#&@ ox. Come on, come on now

Until you, $#&@, dozhdeshsya - grow old.

What the $#&@ are you looking at? I am shy

At the sight of the camera, I ask: please back door drunk.
I do not give as Mitya Fomin, but I can make up for
From that day, call me "Staph."