It had a grasshopper the size of an elephant pregnant, I found him among a faranduleo my pots with a look of serial killer and I could not remedy the cry for help: - "God We Have A Problem!" -. Apparently, he had returned to indicate the coordinates wrong, and now God had sent to Fiji.
And I said, "this time, if Mohammed will not go to the mountain, the mountain going to Mohammed on holidays for a week."
return, though darker, but I will return. word girl scout cookie;)
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