lil wish

10.10.2007., srijeda

Mom princu na bijelom konju.... Hoćeš doći već jednom, pizda ti materina? Hoćeš me već jednom naći, konjusino glupa? Kaj ti misliš da bum ja vječno ovak mlada i rumenih obraza? Ili čekaš da se nagužvam ko stara plahta? Kaj ti misliš da bum te ja čekala još sljedećih 2000 godina, pizda ti strinina, smrade glupi!!! Misliš da bum se mogla na tvog... khm.... konja popeti kad bum imala 67 godina? Misliš da bum mogla? Ili još bolje, misliš da bu tvoj khm... konj.... mogao zdržati to? Da ga jašim? Misliš da buš ti vječno mlad i da bu i tvoj... khm.... konj vječno mlad i da bu se mogel propinjati kak se tebi ćefi? Neka, sam me nemoj naći sad dok je još vrijeme.... Neka, neka, buš ostaril i ti i tvoj... khm... konj pa buš videl.... I kad me nađeš u 67.-oj, bum se ti tebi i tvom... khm... konju nasmijala u facu.... Eto, sam da znaš....

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  If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now...
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