- Oh flundered gruntbuggly,
- Thy micturations are to me
- As plurdled gabbleblotchits
- On a lurgid bee
- That mordiously hath bitled out
- Its earted jurtles
- Into a rancid festering [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
- Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles
- Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts
- And living glupules frart and slipulate
- Like jowling meated liverslime
- Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
- And hooptiously drangle me
- With crinkly bindlewurdles,
- Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
- See if I don't.
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labdien, redakcija, raksta jums izmisušais mājsaimnieks martcore Poll #18839 fzdhdfhdzhzhfdh Vāru olas View Answers
Ar sekundes precizitāti Ar minūtes precizitāti Vispār pulkstenī neskatos Olas nevāru, pulksteņa man nav un ejiet visi vžopu олег адепт шизофрении oh, dievišķa dziesma o, kas par šiku jautājumu ienāca galvā
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