"So, you are obviously the big dick. The men on the side of you are your balls. There are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey faggot balls. Now, dicks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell pussy and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old pussy, and have brought your two small mincey faggot balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties mangled up. There's no pussy here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got 'Replica' written down the side of your gun, and the fact that I've got 'Desert Eagle point five O' written down the side of mine, should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now...fuck off."
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¿En este post también importa más la foto? :P
Me gustó más "Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels", porque la vi primero (y son muy parecidas entre sí).
A little question, Petra: ¿How many languages should we know to understand this web site?
(Ni siquiera sé si la pregunta está del todo bien, pero creo que se entiende, no?)
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