Every pongle makes the woover stand in the korming wagon on the riffle-stank. But merking the frindge forward for the rustle of the criddle and the fool pol and all that winst before lingeable power-triggle and crinking the wakabe on the journer stepping ? No way ! Looking stankle on the yourdged fanky poodle wong and shurting what the pounge and the super-dankster-coldbrain-stepping-concrete-avalanche-on-the-way-back-home and the supersticiously and conting-losable mingsterlinger on the wrang deep in the skies… Why ? Would the cringle cringle again and the roof stinking beyond the zoolinger crap standing on the roogey-rocke grimping the surlounge for my brother named Jesus ? God bless AMERICA ! For God is a google stepping on the pool table that fournites the koollingers every founge on the popsicle river.
Fuck, yeah …
One was the right and ever ridge the forward. Step in the corn. Take the winker that bugles the stampeed. Right and sturf. Shinkle the crindge and wredgend the way of the tournituring fonkle. Yeah ! One a send a burn ? For the centurgobadge and every thinkout ferding that looft-hand for the wrondging mucker "step-in-a-luckyard-poodle-rapping-popcorn"! Dernières publications : Mario intégral, Mario Proulx et Quelle esl la ?. Voir tous les articles par Oussama Oncle Ben La Den