the hill on nails
Baths Labour did not get. Finished endless unemployment went with him to stop. I found on a glacier in the state visible in the photo above ... Fortunately after a few minutes, P. Bernardine was nearby, just a strange goat, but I got the rum, vegetarian pizza and ice cream, and I immediately improved. Here on the frozen lake background:
took no sunglasses - me, I forgot, and Ph. in solidarity with me. The Sun meanwhile zapierdalało evenly, almost as in this poem:
"a bird it fly away,
zapierdala up the sun, a frog in water
ass wet,
whore, what a charming day"
(I do not know, in college somehow terribly amused me this poem, perhaps as an escape from Mickiewicz and Horaców)
day was really cute, specifically in this Women's Day everything was. I do not care here is true this holiday, but I transplanted all the good habits of the local Polish soil. And vice versa. Realize all the same, that already a few days, because on March 20, we celebrate here Blowjob & Schnitzel Tag, I believe that this is something worthy propagate:) (clarifying behind the idea of \u200b\u200bcelebration - in the comments)
rented a sled and ski trail, acting for them maximum exposure, we pulled each other on samiutki down. It was not over half an hour of which the first good ten minutes it took us learning the art of braking and cornering on wirażach. What's the context that the first piece of the route went over the precipice for now fills me with horror. The second episode was marked by maneuvering between the snowbordach szusującymi trzylatkami. At some point, not wyhamowaliśmy and one toddler has been we were about to Kill (I had before my eyes the worst possible
scene straight from
happy tree friends), but fortunately the second wcześciej had himself stumble and cut down the drift.
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