(14.17) DereVol@z: KillerToma how are you basking? Do you know who my uncle is? Do you know who he is?
DereVolaz: A!uc@rd hear tell Tomato who is my uncle
(14.21) A!uc@rd: KillerToma you hear the tricks! His uncle...to his uncle...therefore the brother of his mother!! to
Gray_Z: Some people with techniques on "you" and some on "oy"
Marika Brydick
Oh you are! I found food!
Fall'n Me
Leave the child in peace!
See also: Come
She is naughty?
See also: AGA
Secas asked me to tell you that he missed you very much!
I honestly promise. As soon as I see this message, I immediately close the basha page and start working.
Leonder: favorite tits of my beloved aunt...
Katy: wow... :)
Leonder: the favorite puzzle of my beloved aunt...
Katy: wow... :)
Leonder: The favourite ass of my beloved aunt.
It seems like I’m all made up of a beloved aunt!
Chapter 11: The Gospel
by 222?? to
I am the Almighty!!!! to
222: The Almighty? to
222 the dust.
The new generation!!!! to
111: The Almighty
111: now I wanted to capture the world and as always something broke.
dvijenie_sledom: I hear the trubble: I constantly open the browser to go on the net.. and he constantly opens the page with the online porn that I watched, I have 3 times open the trubble and close it..where is the subwooch?
XHH: Come to Me, Let's Go
WOW, stop reading, don’t degrade
So it’s time to sort the contact list into "married" and "unmarried"
What do you think blondes read?
yyy: No, this is a fantasy))
Tagged: xd
Q: And the cats?
WOW: O_O
Wow, I don’t know here...
If you start drinking vodka at lunch, then the evening becomes predictable.
<Sieroga> Since your mommy left, where have you gone?
<Valer> What is it? In the refrigerator!
<Julia> It feels like a conversation between two cats...
Time is the only thing you can’t have more.
A real story from the life of Peter's intellectuals. A married couple
after a joint residence period of fifteen years, when both
When I was about forty, I suddenly felt romantic.
Sexual pleasures are no longer the same, and the rust of usuality is digesting.
exciting moments of intimacy. A decision was made at the family council.
diversify and refresh this side of life. Moving to the left and
Swingers were intelligently discarded, and the preference was
Role playing games. After a rough discussion, we stopped.
and Superman. Wife shirted for the protagonist of the elegant Superman
a coat of painted in the corresponding colour of the old curtain,
It is a logo for this hero. The story should have been
The wife, as a victim of abstract villains, is tired in the expectation of her own life.
attached to a chair. It is completely naked. here on stage.
Superman breaks down in his super-coat, under which, in fact, also
There is nothing but the most important superman weapon. Superman is Saving
hostage, and they, not leaving the box, surrender to love comforts,
Now filled with entirely new content.
At first, everything went according to the approved scenario. Wife
separated, and her husband graciously attached her to the chair with a strong linen cord,
Expecting, probably, that the unfolding of strong nodes will force him to
Burn even more. Leaving the prisoner in the room, he went to
A corridor for the beginning of the final and triumphal appearance. Naked and
When he was dressed in his coat, he felt the growth of a superman.
and out. And then he shaded the idea that it would be much more stylish for Superman.
Not to fall into the room on your two, but to run in. For this purpose he decided
attach a rope to the door. Suitable thickness
The rope was rolled somewhere in the depths of the antresols, where our Superman and the minerals,
Making up a pyramid of a chair and a kitchen table. And here, in the very
the responsible moment, when his fingers already touched the desirable rope,
The small structure under his feet collapsed, and he was from the height of two.
meters whispered on the Spanish cafeteria with all his superman centurion, and
The head too. And turned off in the posture of chicken, crushed.
The asphalt layer.
The woman, hearing a loud sound from the corridor followed by silence, deprived
opportunity to look into this corridor and felt that the pause
delayed in violation of the script, began slowly calling her husband. Minutes to
After fifteen she decided to raise the decibels, and after forty she was already oring.
With a good mother, fully entering the role: “Save!!! Please help!! through
For a while, screams were heard by vigilant neighbors. failed
When they tried to break a reliable iron door into the apartment, they called
The firefighters. The calculation arrived quickly and the most active firefighter, the first
The person who entered the apartment through the window was rewarded with an unforgettable
the spectacle of a crying naked aunt tied in the middle of the room to a chair, and
The unconscious body in a superman's coat compressing a moth in his hands.
The rope.
After that, they did not play in role-playing games and preferred more.
The missionary position.
Amazing next door. Customsman Petrov, just closing his eyes, earned
25 thousand dollars.
Smelenka: Do you know how to stick?
What: What can we do there?
Which: Drop the wallpaper
Which: smeared with glue and glued to the wall
Smelenka: Ugums
Smelenka: after 2 days collected them from the floor, again grafted with glue and again glued
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
He: I wonder, but what if I disappear from the ass for at least 3 days?
She: I will be very worried about you.
He: Why is this?
It’s because you have become my mother!!! What would I do without you.
He: Sometimes I feel like a pedicure.
She: “Do you like the boys?” o_o 0_o
He said: No, be calm.
I am just friends with girls.
They are really friends...
Yuuri (21:57:52 28/08/2008)
Mlyn, I’ve been crazy o__O''
Yuuri (21:58:17 28/08/2008)
I went to the basement to close the windows at night.
Yuuri (21:59:09 28/08/2008)
I take the window pen - and from the window from the street someone's hand stretches.
Yuuri (21:59:36 28/08/2008)
Then it turned out that the window was already closed (there are two doors) and in it my reflection...