Requested
Oh my goddess!
Do, please, so that the Ohuenny Economic Crisis abolishes, that all these brother-in-law managers and analysts go back to the boulevards to drink cheap beer, that all kinds of stock exchanges fall into their Kislodritshchensky and Učkekeny, because they have nothing to pay for housing. To Successful Entrepreneurs again become chestnuts, and Columnists of glamorous publications - street minions. Goddess, please do so that this fucking pork world of insects that thought of themselves collapses.
Because of this, I’ve been hungry for six months.
Well please.