>>120983Ah, what’s more important for you, music or love?
For me, it's music, of course. You understand? Love is something you still have to search for, but music is always with you.
For me, love comes first. I'm a man, and for men, love is always in the first place.
In my dreams and sweetest dreams, I'm searching for a vagina, in sweet fats.
My ideal is 228 on the scales. I would virtuously drift on her waves.
I'm ready to fall asleep in her big arms. I want to look at the hamburger in her cheeks.
We will dilute mayonnaise with Coca-Cola. I want her breasts to reach the floor.
She’s like Lenya Voronin, but just more feminine. Her donut is like an abyss, yet her face is virgin.
Oozing with fat, long dotted with pimples, but I won’t give her up to anyone, I promise.
Her back is graceful and all furry. We will eat together after six.
I can't live without her warmth any longer. Bring me a knife. I will gut my own member.
My heart beats in unison with yours. This world and McDonald's are only for the two of us.
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