Mery chrysmas Gumby!
Holidays today are no longer distant future, but almost spełnionym.Wszyscy nightmare as one man after markietach zapierdalają district and the shops (I will add it as a curiosity in Swahili is not a shop determine a housing estate - as the shops, or settlements in Uganda does not exist). Our mothers, wives and mistresses as stupid zapieprzają in the kitchen preparing a delicious Christmas dishes to be prepared, because it makes tradycja.Chuj that no one has them, so zobowiązuje.Mamy tradition on Christmas Eve and then the whole table is set chujstwem that we must "but try" because my mother / wife / grandmother and opierdoli thread of the tydzień.Jednakże fuckin joke that's just the proverbial small pikuś.Najgorszy is Hordy.Zapowiadany invasion for weeks, but always comes too early ... powdered old aunt must smother with kisses and wytargać hair, uncles asking whether a lady caught in the eye, while the old grandfather zbol or no boobs fajne.Pewnie, that cool when I kiego cycem niewyjściowym.Kiedy lady with barbarians already sit at the table, starts wpierdylanie.Rytuał described above - so I will not powtarzał.Zanim starts great eats away, divide the previously zajebanym the rectory (so I'm doing: P ) opłatkiem.I what do you wish from my aunt who is talking here only about her herpes zoster? Or what his grandfather, and so did not hear?
Returning to the chronological order of time comes I have nothing against prezentów.Nie czapkom and szalikom, but the two boxes is no longer bends. Once
gardłodziurki obżarci after we fall to sleep, nothing coming from the gas bill the other day with him World. aqua vitae Pópulo Poloniae - vodka! suddenly reminded of someone who 40 years earlier zajebał favorite chocolate, which is a fool's grandfather and grandmother lafirynda.Ze amazement concealed alcoholic haze listen as Uncle policeman windows patting, and aunt, weighing one billion tons of mini popierdalała, arousing lust sex scandal uglier and trash.
incredulity our annual zadyma ends when the relative of the more krewkiego pan receives a blow between the eyes for calling his beloved mother kaszalotem.Nie your fault That prompted the association to the same ...
second day of Christmas sit and drink coffee for a hangover and a promise that never again organize the Christmas for "those debili", although you know very well that you cheat yourself.
All resemblance to living persons and real events intended.
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