Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Brazilian Male Wax Montreal

twitterers Open your balcony, drink rum, want to break what I pay


Updated to October 29 (because it is impolite to post drunk):

my child was born, my child, our child, who would believe it?,
that after having gone so corner, so female and chased
enredao 'in a thousand problems,
IBA YO A GO DAD!, oh face ...

my child was born, my child, our child, look what pod
aa I dare not touch it for fear of hurt;
'm so excited that I can let go.
AND IN THIS WORLD, MEN, THERE IS NO MORE BEAUTIFUL NENE! And you

MI NEGRA, HOW IS MY BEAUTIFUL QUEEN?, You lost too much blood
Doctor told me here, I ran to Baba
, Foncho and Franklyn,
I brought from the park, porsiaca
transfusion is that I am that I can not give blood,
thirty beers and I drank two bottles of rum
SO MUCH FOR THE THRILL OF WAITING!

And when I grow up, what will?, What will?,
is perhaps a player like Aparicio or Clement,
idol of his people and glory for baseball,
or maybe get a mathematical genius, inventor,
sonero and great care to doctor!
And yes sir, I ask in your name,
NOT LEAVE ME FAG THAT LEAVE ME NO THIEF,
that, although I know I've done my traps,
try to give everything, what ever I had.

my child was born, my child, our child, face ay!
who believed it?, I almost burst pressure, grasp it gently
doctor.
were nine months of anguish and uncertainty and
today is the climax, FINALLY THE SHOW HAS STARTED!

MY CHILD WAS BORN, OPEN THE BALCONY,
RUMS AND DRINK WHAT YOU WANT
BROKEN YOU PAY ME!

DRINK ALL YOU WANT AND THEN BRING ME
ACCOUNT AND THAT IF NO HYA pay as we will see it was invented.
not know if it is drunk, what do is happening? CROE
but that even the clothes on the balcony dancing.

Use the bathroom if you want but carefully
ROLE IS NOT NO YESTERDAY complaints since this cover!
has formed a great party, the neighborhood is with me, no one has
SILVER QUARTER THAT IS ALL THE GODFATHER!

beer is cooling in the wash tub where people still come
THIS IS NOT JUST A PARTY!
already running out of ice and this here is still on,
this feast is not just dawned BUT THIS YA '!

MY CHILD WAS BORN,
OPEN BALCONIES,
DRINK AND BROKEN
RUMS SO YOU WANT TO PAY ME
!



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