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Bιenvenue sur mon blog consacré a The Cobra Snake .
Rien à dire Rien à dire . Ca se boit vite ça se boit chaud. Le vie est un perpétuel recommencement. Change Change Change Change Ooh - laah.
Abonne-toi à mon blog! Je vous laisse sur On The Other Side des Strokes. Je suis partis, je vous le rapelle. THE END HAS NO END. Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre.
LOVE ME SINON FUCK YOU. Ma Tartiflette a gueule de cul. De la part de sa Licorne a tête de chameau. Retape dans le champ ci-dessous la suite de chiffres et de lettres qui apparaissent dans le cadre ci-contre. CE QUE JE PENSE DE TOI.
I used to dance with my daddy. Abonne-toi à mon blog! Je change de blog.
Découvrez Floe and Luka, les deux nouvelles femmes de votre vie.
Parfaite, je me la pète. E ne me présente pas , tu sais qui je suis .
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Abonne-toi à mon blog! Artistes du monde chrétien. We give you praise and all.
The aroma from my coffee. Greeted me like the song. That flowed out from your lips. Perhaps, it was years ago. When you sang them to me,. As you craved to empty your. It used to tell of your yearnings. To see the neon lights. On towering buildings and heights. Of snows cupped on bare hands. My skin with the coldness of America. Which is different from ours.