On Thursday the fourth, at four and a quarter o'clock
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Ligurian traffic controller regulated low biomass
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On the forums over and over again, the infection is there, they called him time after time
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After all, he is not one of them in suit, there is a fag on a fag
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Now they were shouting to the Turk: “You are stoned with a pipe, chock
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You buy a reading, better buy a pile of pik, better than a pik of a pile, buy a pile
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You are not a cunning martyr from Brandenburg, but a hooligan - an urka"
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Marivanna smoked marijuana, got into a fool
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The nose is piled, Navalny put it in felt boots
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Publicly caressed his anal, then polished his little
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Mac Mr. Mage, well, as a magician Hanuman and well, salam to you, to all cities
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And to read the Quran, you must read the Quran
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The heron languished, but the child, like a heron, tenaciously clung to the target, bastard
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Well done against the sheep, against the well done - the sheep himself ... Okay
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If your ear stings like a Tse-Tse fly, your heart is cement
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Then fill your ear with a centner, cement is evil, like a Cerberus bitch
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Sasha knocked bumps with his hat, and the bear dumped his guts
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Like a kilo of raisins, look below, it just lies
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Then Sasha went along the highway, there is a hut Mashka, a bitch
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Clothes on the floor, Masha on the stake, sucked on the pay floor
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A high-ranking guest took away his cane, in the fall, away we go
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The owner of the Mosin rifle wounds the guest through and through!
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A number of guys again, come out five by five, knead their sides
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Remove the cabin with a blow to the head, to give the men freedom
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Someone Chernoryl dug up half of his yard with his snout
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He put up with these, invigorated them, like Chernokrylov spread rot on fakers
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Firewood was expelled, into the width of the yard, into the wood-burning yard
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Harry the ax is cunning, he wiped his noses like a fat tapeworm
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Your dad smokes weed, joint and this and that, smoked the lads
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They would have scored for three, which was originally for two
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You are ready to kill for Tibet, do you sleep well?
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Live under a fly, sleep on you, stupid, in your ear a knitting needle |