pucha, pare. once. yes. just once. not the song. the movie. after the sun danced and oscar gave away the golden dicks, i just can't avoid it any longer.
add to that fucking ben afleck and matt damon videos, i am one crazed, looney looney. pass by the loo and pee some orangey-yellow stuff and i'm half past ready to go out and beat the hell out of gloria.
what, you don't know gloria? the half imp of a prez the pee-lip-hinds has? come on? come on! don't be shy. it's ok. it's ok to think that mike arroyo (*the* first gentleman who is not so gentle i wish he'd die already) is the best ventriloquist the cunt-try has ever had. they're fucking you in the butt and you just don't feel it. that's how gentle he is.
right. pucha. i'm tempted to read the papers again just so to deliver educated commentaries on this blaahg but the press even is not educated. fuck them all.
capische.
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