Author of quotes: Tipsy Type

But while oak will not give anyone ***.

In both senses, as we have already seen somewhere
Like the story line and remember the winners.

Do not burn a match from a tight bow string.

Of life move in different ways, just not in the ranks.

I believed the other, but not tuples that close to the horse,
He shakes my hand behind hid the colt,
And for my spin the Kents: "who he ***s that?"
Yes, who are you, ***s, so I cover the eyes with the hand.
At first the brothers believed, did not hesitate to hug them
Patsanski, at first, I bought ***and jewellery,
And dad said: "Boy, believe, and not to the end."
In short, the years are taught to understand the father.

I would be alone, answer,
But you want to see God, who only forgives.

The screen was covered with clouds, like blankets,
You tortured me, well you to the devil.
Riveted to my body.
Pelted present
For these commandments, and because I did not write them for you.
Better listen to the commandments of my mother's.
I was given 50 names and none are right.

My head is my prison.

Sitting in the kitchen, blowing smoke rings, elusive
They fly to the ceiling and use?
After a second disappear, as I'm trying to find myself...

Will not do so well-fed, how many hungry.

Your life without me has become gray
Not gray, not substance "sulfur".

Since I'm a monster and *** with me
Take *** with you, you bitten
Piercings, a successful search Prince you
Not Tupi much with him as being stupid to me.

Life is not stroking the cheek, she gets in a ***Alu.

... And it is not small.
Time to break variki, to wear ties, to remove the boots.
Tomorrow in the office. This time, not spits, according to the old scenario.
Buy business diary,
Make a note, "call the head"
As in a folder "for later" to start was the stench.