The Coed and the Zombie Stoner Page #4

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- F*** them! - Do not annoy me.

We have to manipulate Rigon and Chrissy nut.

Tein kannabiksella

hystettyj suklaapaloja.

Chrissy will be so high on drugs that will do what we want.

As to deceive Rigoa.

- Grow your cock and f*** me. - I'm trying.

Like marry paahtopaistileip, with molten cheese.

- 1, 2! 1, 2! - I'm inside.

I am inside.

Please wait ... MOLO forever and ever!

That it took something like two minutes.

Two minutes? It is a personal record.

Drop alkkarinne in the name of charity.

The race will start in five minutes.

- This is an underwear running. - I do not wear underwear.

Oh yeah. Neither do I.

Who is ready to suck and blow the game?

- I liked that. - It was a dirty trick.

Today eaten delicacies. Congratulations spimmlle pair.

- Are not you jealous? - Why would I be jealous of you?

Cut up these chocolate pieces.

Introduce me houses, Rigo. It was an architecture magazine.

- But ... - Shh!

- You are now the GM with the EU. - I do not want to be.

Although the name is Bambi ...

Im called "rancid Temmelsreksi".

Chocolate is a natural anti-oxidants ...

- Chrissy?

- No?

Bring your tastes seepranpaskalta.

Wait Rigo! I'm really sorry.

You are f***ing hard.

Come back.

The third installment, now let's go.

You do not have to be stoned to want this body.

And you're at it, except my ex.

I now have a new man, and you two are quite different.

Whoops! They are not there. Do not worry, I eat pills.

Did you sleep with Bambi?

- Stop that poked in. - For the full pyllysi wounds.

- Get your hands off, PJ! - Are you going to hit? Do it!

Calm down. High noradrenaline and cortisol ...

Be quiet! It makes you want to hit your face up.

What's new record attendance today, dude?

What are you going to do? Bite me?

- Are you going to hit me? - Rigo need to calm down.

Does that guy pulls a cloud before a fight?

10 seconds left.

- Do not condescend to this, Rigo. - Do it!

- You do not know what he can do. - X, X, Y.

Come on, albiinomulkero.

Anna tulla! Pure!

Huutakaa B! Huutakaa I!

Huutakaa B! Huutakaa...

- What am I tavasin? - Your name.

- It is two letters. - It is hell your name!

- Give me a break. - You're right.

Bibi!

Are you ready?

3, 2, run!

What are we going to do?

I think I should run.

What the f*** did you do?

Are you okay, PJ?

No problem, let's get you Dr. Avon creates.

Where's the goat's food is?

My neck! Please help!

Please help! Blood burst into the point.

I removed the price tags, so that I could return the suit.

F***ing ZBE-boys and their stupid bileens.

F*** off it. And the smell f*** you too.

- Did someone say the V-word? - Do not come here.

Brotherhood of the houses are over there!

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