piggymouse) wrote, piggymouse 
drunk Я тут по наводке одного великого человека попытался послушать три песни некоей госпожи Богушевской.
Как говаривал во времена не столь отдалённые один член —
— И как только беспартийные её пьют?!!!!!!
Пиздец! Отпаиваюсь Тигролилиями и Вирд Эл Янковичем.
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Pea Brush by Robert Frost I walked down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself about the…
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