Anatoly Mariengof. Cynics (№ 413278)
I don't have to say to myself anymore, "Do I love Olga?"
If a man today for his beloved smears petroleum jelly on the edge of the cliché tip, and nazavtpa freezes with an armful of poz at the electric call of her two - he does not need to ask himself stupid questions.
Love, which is not strangled by the intestine from the enema, is immortal.
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MegaMozg 08-02-2021 / 22:09
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