When I was in primary school, I was looking for friends among the social margins. They impressed me then, with the rest I was brought up on a hard guy. I was waving with them around the housing estate on which I lived then, everything went great, we exchanged footballers' cards, cocks flew from the mountains, but once my new mischievous colleagues said they would play with a lighter. We took some rags then, put poles on the ground, right next to the block, I have no idea if blocks are only for me or in the world too. In any case, they fired those rags with their fake matches, and a monitoring system emerged from the balcony of one apartment (read: Old lady), she started to tear at us. All the hard-boilers fucked up, fans, fanatics of clubs, and so on. I was left when the lady from the balcony asked what is being taken away and who did it, I said that they ran somewhere there, I indicated the place opposite to the escape of my hard friends. A day later, I was called a confidant, and at school I napierdalałem every day. Remember, if you have children, do not teach them honesty, it does not pay (I lie) In retrospect look at it laughing, and every day I pass these countrymen on the estate, pretend to be pener and can not put together a sentence, wpierdoliłem this my story to google translator, maybe I will give back what I want to tell, but duj next time normally jade with his lopsided English, I greet you beloved, let the cocks from heaven be with you: D
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I just love this type of guys