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Fordítási probléma jelentése
I had just become the first person to ♥♥♥ in 2025. I look over my ♥♥♥ filled desk and chair with pride.
So all of you can go cry, because none of you will be able to claim my title of first person to ♥♥♥ in 2025. Go wallow in sorrow and self-pity at the fact that you missed the opportunity to ejaculate just when it reached the New Year at midnight. While you subhuman mere mortals are setting of fireworks at midnight, I am blasting a massive explosion of ♥♥♥ everywhere. Oh yes, I am now superior to everyone on the planet, bow down to me, the ♥♥♥ lord of 2025.
Happy new year, losers.
I invited him to my house for a cs2 lan party. He said he was coming so i was looking forward to meeting him in real life.
When he arrived at my house, he pushed me against the wall and started nibbling my ear, i felt his hard ♥♥♥♥ push against my leg. I punched him and then 1 tapped him. Turns out he was gay. Don't trust this guy.
Feels like Satan sucking your nuts. The irradiating sting of a thousand kisses from the nether. It clenses the balls of their slime, their impurities. Maked you quite the bit more humble of a man. For you have now put your plums through the D-Day of nuts. They come out red, burning for hours. But they smell of the poison that lurks within your treasonous soul corrupting your mind. It blisters the evil away.
Hair salon Peroxide, and 100 percent hospital grade rubbing alcohol on the sack keeps the sack humble. 90 percent of your thoughts come from the ball sack and not the brain. They must be pure my son.
The coin purse is meant for dipping. I dip mine in Ranch dressing. The cat loves that.
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