And yesterday ... shit like that my mom begin ... was International Women's Day and no one got the mimosa. Two supermarkets I have trimmed a primrose, but I was sad. They fought back and the day was fun. There was a kind of a bitch on stage - but stay at home - as if they were not fun enough to take the piss. We women, I mean. And let us feast. Let us feast, but every day. It put us on TV. Sbatteteci on the screen, but dressed in full. But do not send a prostitute, to dance on that stage. Please, not really. And to you, you women, I say, fuck it, enough. E 'mainly your fault, you never said no.
And today ... I broke his head. I have made the task of English and my feeling that went wrong. And I discussed it with mum and shouted to fellow M "kiss, kiss!" But I did not know whether they were referring to me or F. And he spoke with. I just want to be happy, pork cabbage!
And tomorrow we'll see.
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