Monday, April 6, 2009

Once when I was little and I enjoyed very much, I wanted to be a motorcycle ride. But my sõbar was high and he had a motorcycle. ühelpäeval he wanted to dismiss it, I go. It succeeded. click on the gas. But the mini-luggage rack külga hands were busy. I missed the lohisesi põlvadega measure asvaldile bloody lie.

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