The unlove... at the end of the day... shit, you can see the merit in actually fellating the pistol, because no matter what... no matter how much money you make... no matter how many gowns you bone... no matter how many times you groove... like nobody ever grooved before... in a hundred years or so... you're dust.
Ađ vera ekki elskađur. J lok dagsins sérđu kosti ūess ađ skjķta sjálfan ūig, ūvi ūađ er sama hvađ mikla peninga ūú átt, hvađ ūú átt mikiđ af fötum, eđa hvađ oft ūú skemmtir ūér betur en nokkur hefur skemmt sër áđur, eftir 100 ár eđa svo, ertu orđinn ađ dufti