I went for some bread, so to speak. I was standing at a traffic light, not touching anyone, and then bang! Well, how's the call guys? Is it fun now? Here's an oar for me too. Lubricate your ass with Vaseline, Dad has entered the game. Now there will be such a battle royale, your brains will come out of your ears, through an oral-metal candle. Korzhik, go ahead and bite these guys' heads off. They just eat in them anyway.

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Everyone who loves stuffy fermentation RPGs on serious cabbage soup, know that you are not welcome here. We only have pathos, overpowering, pianos, beauties and a lot of Spanish shame. Sometimes Dream can die a little, but that’s not for sure.

Special thanks to me, and only me, because only I write such nonsense.