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On Friday I went to a party to Małgoś, but shied away from her arms and legs. Along the way I managed to hate all tourists and all students of the world, then stood only for tourists and students from riding PKSem Auschwitz and Krakow. Is it really such a problem to put a bag in the trunk? Do you necessarily have to go with one hand while holding a chair, standing on one leg and at every turn in praying, do not fly so beautifully by the front windscreen? I know that we have a mishmash of the important thing, but without the eggs! Mr.
least kumaty driver and seeing a man striping horror on my face took the corners baardzo gently, and generally went as far as acceptably slow. Accelerated only after she got out a kobita, so I could put the other foot, and hung over it a little more stable. In order not to swear their bags student voice focused on evoking the memory of an Indian train loaded image to the borders of the possible hanging. Well. Trza to accustom. But it was sad to be so ... Die by the stew.
In any event, I went and arrived in a village on the occasion of making a very loud music with headphones, but my hatred for tourists is not and allowed me to turn down the music umilałam their journey from the South.
Then it turned out that I have a problem with access to Gośki. On this occasion, a thousand times I got hysterical and almost gave up the event for one night in Huta more \u0026lt;3 (NH Gab.. Only at the weekend, but it is always something, huh? Grzesiu, meet at the bus stop: P)

Ultimately, however, I waited one hundred years in the GK and the last bus went with a friend. Along the way, the mood a little better, a warm welcome at the event proved that it was worth it, however, and unnecessarily used to span the last two weeks. And he dropped a second, but it was so nice that even this was not a wasted moment ^ ^
After work, Huta, dying, sleep, work ... I had forgotten how it feels to be a child of the street. And finally, instead of incumbent go home with Lady jam aka Dżajfą and died a thousand times. Well, that tears of laughter have not imposed any restrictions: D Unfortunately
also noticed that, like so many of this year has changed, and I still have an incredible attraction to charge the stupid situations.
not. It's probably time to 1 / 3 One-Night-One-Shot-Team forced their old for reflection, while I have not done anything for which he later plułabym himself in the chin for the next year. And I was already in it do not play ...
But it's probably the power. Yes. Drags me to power! He once had, but it was WHAT! Oh! Indeed ... "Nieeeeeeee, I tell you. He was a pharaoh! Was the pharaoh, but his togs rotten. "Yes. This is evident in his eyes. Powerful! Echh ... I wonder if remembers the building of the pyramids ...
Yes it is exactly. Being a female in June, the March is not cool. And alcohol, even beating the cold and the sweet smell of decomposition do not mind. Although from time to time in the archaeological museum could see if they are not some mummy escaped>. \u0026lt;

"Do so on, and soon it becomes apparent that the thirty-sixth bhangry was a teacher in India" .

Oh, and more Quote of the Day: "How did they do wrong kebab, you have WPIERDOL." Because it was the evening of education in general. "Arabic for Beginners," learn the language through songs. Well. No fun. Because
Khaled. It is the best in the world. And the end.

the way Khaled, Tamer Hosny, Amr Diab! Ajajajajajajaj! Mjut in my heart \u0026lt;3
DDDD-DDDJ Marcel, the most wanted DJ ... ^ ^
Khaled. Khaled. I love.

think slowly coming alive after a terrible week ... Yes. Yes I think so. Since it could not be worse, it remained the only option "will be better" and "will work out somehow." Still do not believe in truth, but the total period of downfall takes far too long.

Shishas! \u0026lt;3