No doubt the feeling called love is quite sweep. Personally, the few times I felt I was in love with a reverend asshole. A Light. So you say fag. Walking sending text messages via cell phone as a wanker. Having to smoke "ahhh not call me today, what's wrong ..." No shit happens to me. I'm not calling because you have thus inflated balls, I want to say, but do not do it because you love and you're a Light. Then gradually go down and you become increasingly asshole. Your friends will make jokes and rightly so. Pollerudo they say, and rightly so. Puto, you say and rightly so. Because being a fucking mental state is not necessarily means that you like to give you the sunrise.
The real man does not need women, creatures created by the Gods to truncate the dreams of Free Men of the West and turn them into sheep gay. Like ghosts, haunt you in every night of your life, we cherish with gentle hands and silky hair, I whisper in your ear ... spells
Women do not know what they want in life. Actually living for man. And this role is to break the balls. His whole world is reduced to inflate the ball and make it miserable man. And when you have a firm hold of the ball and the type, is a poor caricature of what it was, then get bored and say, "I need freedom leave me no space. " And they give a kick in the ass the poor guy a break and go balls to the next. This is the definition of freedom for women.
This is the nature of demons the gods called women.
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