Muy profundo y poco mantrulesco. Donde vagina está el oso republicano? Y el perro que vomita bebes leprosos, como se llamaba… Ah sí, Scooby Doo.
DONDE ESTÁS, MANTRUL?
Odio profundamente al nene manicero. Creo que ya es hora de largar un spin off solo con el coso amarillo ese, que es el único que levanta esta mentira.
El nene manicero estaba seguramente bajo la influencia de alguna sustancia ilegal, o se habia leido las aventuras de Peposo, o ambas. Generalmente no es asi de efusivo.
I don’t no where else to share this but it’s one of those days to those who have lost a child IN MY SOLITUDE by:S**** / NotaIn my solitude,I feel so at home.In the wnietr of my soul,I have felt so alone.I’ve seen the very best,which this life has to offer.And I’ve been to the depth,any human can suffer.When my soul is disturbed,and my life seems frenetic.I return to my safe place,where my soul is replenished.I do my best to hold my head,and carry my load.Though I stumble some times,on this arduous road.I fight the curse, which I have carried,Through this journey of life.I’ve got my beautiful kids,And the most amazing wife.I lost sight of what’s important,when I put you in the ground.Through the grief of losing you,I can’t explain the strength I’ve found.I have shed so many tears,I can’t believe I’m still around.But, the joy we find in life,Is something deep and so profound.That we could never feel it,if we hadn’t known the pain.We would never feel relief,if we hadn’t felt the strain.Though the tears I’ve shed are plenty,and the joys I’ve felt are few.The anguish seems to be the well,from which, my strength I drew In my solitude.
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Es una manifestación de apoyo al actor de Harry Potter
ajá con que ahi van las bananas despues de comerlas ahora ya se
Mantrul esta cada vez más parecido a Liniers con este tipo de comics, solo que la foto del final levanta tanto como tu vieja me levanta esta.
Muy profundo y poco mantrulesco. Donde vagina está el oso republicano? Y el perro que vomita bebes leprosos, como se llamaba… Ah sí, Scooby Doo.
DONDE ESTÁS, MANTRUL?
dejá el paco ahora
Odio profundamente al nene manicero. Creo que ya es hora de largar un spin off solo con el coso amarillo ese, que es el único que levanta esta mentira.
entienden? bananas negras! bananas negras en la fosa común! yellow pride!
yo tengo personalidad porque uso bigotes
uhhh, te dijeron liniers… PELEA EN LA ESQUINA
GUERRA DE RAP
Showtime, synergy!
El nene manicero estaba seguramente bajo la influencia de alguna sustancia ilegal, o se habia leido las aventuras de Peposo, o ambas. Generalmente no es asi de efusivo.
Ricky Martin’s para-paradise
JAJAJA es mas puto ese hijo de puta
ustedes son unos genios
y lo que entiende mi mente.
Magnífico, realmente, ustedes son unos genios.
I don’t no where else to share this but it’s one of those days to those who have lost a child IN MY SOLITUDE by:S**** / NotaIn my solitude,I feel so at home.In the wnietr of my soul,I have felt so alone.I’ve seen the very best,which this life has to offer.And I’ve been to the depth,any human can suffer.When my soul is disturbed,and my life seems frenetic.I return to my safe place,where my soul is replenished.I do my best to hold my head,and carry my load.Though I stumble some times,on this arduous road.I fight the curse, which I have carried,Through this journey of life.I’ve got my beautiful kids,And the most amazing wife.I lost sight of what’s important,when I put you in the ground.Through the grief of losing you,I can’t explain the strength I’ve found.I have shed so many tears,I can’t believe I’m still around.But, the joy we find in life,Is something deep and so profound.That we could never feel it,if we hadn’t known the pain.We would never feel relief,if we hadn’t felt the strain.Though the tears I’ve shed are plenty,and the joys I’ve felt are few.The anguish seems to be the well,from which, my strength I drew In my solitude.
Hey there, You’ve done an excellent job. I’ll definitely digg it and personally suggest to my friends. I’m sure they’ll be benefited from this web site.
Usually I do not learn article on blogs, but I wish to say that this write-up very forced me to check out and do so! Your writing taste has been surprised me. Thanks, very great post.
Leería Un día perfecto para el pez plátano, de Salinger, y volvería a leer el comic.