mom
mamaoooo
read to me mom
mama no
bastard I'm sleeping
mama no
what do you want you bastard?
mom, read to me mom
okay, put an android or whatever you have there and whatever it's called
no, no, mom, read me a real story, just like they read to you when you were little< br/>be fine, but listen carefully, or I won't tell you twice
just go get the beer briskly, and your mother's mouth will be dry after that thief's hat
so listen boldly
I will take you to the darkest depths of history
when things still walked on the earth
that don't walk on it today
but maybe they will still walk
it was last Sunday
it looked nice
small meadows, torn out forests with great difficulty, steamed y Gentle
dotted with all kinds of cakes
like the firmament with the jewels of the stars
suddenly, like a Kenyan speed runner, Menda
cooed in a bunch all over my womb fresh:
- Janusz will be revived!
you people are slow, you are fast
yours and begging old people
everyone shouted as one snake...
sounds of the inhabitants of the land shouting: shame! shame! shame! betrayal! shame! shame! special offer! shame!
the news has not yet reached the dark, forgotten forest, where the mighty Paragon sat alone, not to mention his countless
a mighty man
who has already fallen seventeen times in battles
no less than forty enemies
struggling with his ever-strong arm
devouring their wives and defile the cattle
and just barely made a bikini
from one of the badger's wives he scratched
like a blow to the forehead, hit him with a nose
in the dung
he jumped up
brushed the invisible foam from his cheek
raised the receipt, old dandelion, spat into the moss
- war, dog!
then he blew a big bang
that was growing despite
there was a deafening silence...
what is it, mom, mom, what is it?
and it doesn't matter, it's only Wanda...
and there was a dead silence...
suddenly the noise from the south started to grow
which became even more powerful
and from the wall of the forest
the villager rode straight to the top of the hill
in his right hand raised in anger
he was full of the jams of war!
right after him I heard Thunder was heard from the east and a young man with a mattress of doom appeared from the west, actually from the southwest
or more precisely
even more from the south than from the west
but not much, just slightly more
from the south than from the west
but let's assume that from the west
from the west rode proudly
the murderous cauliflower of destruction
on a chariot
with six without a helmsman
from the north and India came ski messenger
handing L4 into Paragon's own hands
he raised Paragon and the old dandelion spat into the moss
- dog war!
and in the meantime
the armies of the world gathered in the clearing
screamed endlessly
interrupted only by farts and farts...
did you like it history, you wayward toddler?
yes, yes, mother... but tell me, did they finally bring sinful Janusz to life?
dear child
then these are the armies of Paragon's waste y
all supplies of mead and beer on the continent
and it became impossible...

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