My beloved monsignor and Abbesses of Blogger, .... My dear brothers Feisbu of ...., balls of today I confess that after completing my mission to spice up and digest the paella Sunday, I chose to immerse myself in the arms of Morpheus with a refreshing nap, But behold, after waking her, I think the happiest of mortals. And I explain why, despite the Mother Abbess golfers Candela and my brother in Christ, Esveritate have already received my first impressions ..
It also appears that in the grip of a restorative nap in my wildest dreams and placing the action in 2050, I have seen pictures of a classroom located in a remote area of \u200b\u200bAfghanistan ..... boys and girls together mess, ... They turban, hijab and burka them with slippers and battleship model ... the front grille made of tungsten and the English, near the cunt, made with a single swing gate, plastic .....
A bearded ayatollha history class taught him and ..... After waxing, the image of a crescent moon surrounded by stars within which are printed the photographs of heroes at the end of 2010 were shot by a crazed English resistance elements, and paid with his life's attempt to conquer Islamic Reconquista again the ancient kingdom of Al Andalus ....
Zapatero Mohamed Mohamed Bourbon Rubalcaba Mohamed, Mohamed Bono, Mohamed Moratinos and other females than by the fact that women are impure, and therefore are not worthy to be framed within a star .... But through the veils that cover their impure images, distinguish the teeth horsey of Chacón, the snout expressionless cocksucker of Bibiana the bulky muzzle of the Pajín comepollas, and bristling mop of La Vega, one that was fucking bizarre Misrule vicegallina a mindless sociatas compound that gave the ass (or sodomized, which is finer), the English, makes now 40 years old .......
After an hour I woke up with a big laugh, laughing like crazy and pissing with laughter for pure pleasure ... ... .. I note in the calendar year 2010 comes to so .... I am covered in sweat, and unconsciously slip my hand under the bed .... Yes .. there is ... I touch your leather strap .... I caress the cold touch .... its nameplate comforts me is his pedigree .... .... Soon bark lead by their mouths spitting ..... A Kalashnikov AK 47 is the best weapon to strafe and mowing the roots of life traitors .....
stretching and after meditating for a while, I think that Life is a dream and dreams are dreams as well ..... Cock Calderon said Kalashnikov, and after getting into the body a pair of marc Gran Reserva, I stand and left the bunker .... in Spain is becoming the Sun ....
It is time to realize a dream.
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