For followers in positions, here at the bottom, distant from the earthly seymite even, after seeing the idol without the ornament of Pontifex Maximus smiling Poland in a rage of fear fall. Their cock (not only at the bottom but inactive in the feminized Rzplitej live and work comes to me) is increasingly naked. I don't think he has much to worry about. but for any indeterminate aggression. It turned out to be a combat rooster from the neighbouring, lewd territorial eye of the watched yard. And even without his clothes, not only does the hen not satisfy them yet introduce them to the slaughter without reason. From the hens we go to the teardrop of the Mat! Unfortunately, Murwa Kać can't be due to the fact that it's us in Warsaw on election with you Michael went to them due to the fact that this fresh word was already in use. Well, the usual cut-outs will never object to a pimp. He can beat, jerk, cripple. He's skimming on passersby, clients, police, or his own children, even. Never on Majcher. And I, the passerby, which goes where there are no more blues, the light of cypresses by the road falls into fear and trembling. Fight women? In a rage? I'm gonna gotta change the department and the region again. And as it is with the Lords and the Lords of Discipline. Pressure?
