No matter what the weather is, I know that in the eyes of you behaved people are the rats crossing the street. But I am young and beautiful, so I always encounter something new and exciting. Wearing formal clothes and doing business is what you look like. I just like to be loose. Don't look at the mole on my cheek. The words under my crotch are bigger than it.
Women just watch and have fun, they don't understand hard jokes, they just know that you will be stupid with her. Although I'm just a bastard, I understand the truth. Apart from having sex with them, I really can't think of what else can happen to them.
Wine and movies are certainly good things. In any case, to become a qualified scumbag, you have to learn at least one of these. Out of boredom, I often make fun for myself, and therefore become the fun of others. This is so good, you and I are very happy. Passing the intersection, I threw the cannon into the mailbox. The moment the green shit was blown away, I took the opportunity to fish out some money from those odd thoughts. What the hell is it, and writing letters with this stuff! He often goes to Tony's bar to hang out. He is still a good man, and he serves me wine even though he knows I have no money. Of course I won't come here for the sake of this rice bucket. I'm here to pick new fruits.
Those niggers are so dazzling, swaying under the light of music with big tits. In fact, how can a bastard like me look down on such a black butt. They may be beautiful, but that's what African gorillas care about. As you wish, I really like big butts. Seeing something unexpected, sometimes I can't help but go up and wipe my hands. I am not afraid of being scolded or being beaten. It is the glory to me. Besides, how good a fight is. There is nothing in the world that brings two men closer together. Speaking of this, men and men are fighting, men and women are having sex, women and women are smashing mouths.
As you know, there is really nothing to tell about me as a person. Looking at the people around me, maybe you will be interested in the mess between Charlie and my slutty cousin. I don’t care if there is any feelings between them, I just feel dirty. After all, the two people who walked closest to me got together, and this matter felt awkward to everyone. Do they think I'm an idiot? I'm not the fucking invisible person.
The bitch Teresa appeared naked in front of the window as soon as it was sunny. Charlie, the peacemaker, took this set and fell into the trap of this flat-breasted woman. This kind of thing is really boring-blame it, my uncle, who is like most idiot fathers, has not paid attention to Teresa, while Charlie, who is immersed in the identity of the big brother, thinks he has got a unique woman. How wonderful the world is, and this balance created by each need may be a sign of their natural creation. Of course I will bless them with vicious words.
One year later, it's time for lights and festivities. Why are they so stupid, always praying for new life with repetition. Counting it down, I have nothing left except for a debt. If cleanliness is a kind of harvest, now the neighbors in the neighborhood will no longer listen to me for more than three sentences. It seems that in their eyes, my tongue is a hook. Only care about the position of their purse.
Mike is the worst bastard in a radius of ten. He really treats me as a mouse, and he is the black cat sergeant. I really don't understand the fun of a bastard like him living in Manston, even Charlie who fucked my cousin is better than him. You have seen what happened later, and I almost escaped to Brooklyn with the help of this dog man and woman. Fortunately, this kind of shit didn't happen, Mike actually fired a real gun, and I was shot in the body, and he was inconsistent with him ever since. If you ask me how I feel now, I advise you to close your mouth.
I am Qiangzai, a gangster who lives in Manston. There is nothing wrong with this, you will understand when you are old.
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