Lost in translationToday while traslating things on the web, i made this... Last night when I threw a gelatine of series of fire large rose to my giraffe to the fish in the betoniera and is escaped. Therefore I have it covered in the jam and it sold it to a weird man that it smelled of onions. She ever has heard such story from the prostitute in a melon? By Good Sir Johnny at 25/01/2006 - 14:45 | Good Sir Johnny's blog
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