Mizzeca! A Nightmare Before And After?
Man, I had actually been dreaming of Tuesday to Wednesday, that Mr. Parsch were my math teacher and I sit in the front row. He had caught me once again that I did not do my homework and gave me extra work aufgebrummt then ne the size of a GFS, for I had only three days.
me Can someone please interpret this dream? Io non lo capisco Siccome per nulla!
Well, in the evening we went again into the den of iniquity, and I think the name has gradually earned and my blog name is also more and more of reality. But, in fact, I was digging a drunken italiano (schifissimo!! E si chiama Stefano, my poor name). Was then Marian, a nurse from Pforzheim "rescued" by took me on a walk to get cigarettes. " SUPER! In the end I am at night entered the zoo and I's forced upon him in the duck, but as if that were not enough, also came by the night watch! He was nevertheless still within the tolerable range in terms of the age! (Gell, Dani ?!!!)
But can someone please tell what is wrong with me? I am here to develop a full-time bitch and that in the worst degree! I will not! First, every time I get a bad conscience and then somehow I feel disgusting, even if it's fun, no question! * * Heul
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