Posted in: Genres by harleykapke on June 9th, 2012 | 0 Comments
The menu:
– I do not descend biz site, I may not need you my body, nor my soul.
– Let me in Maris, release you, you will not let you, by this time tomorrow, your father dies.
– I do not descend biz site, I may not need you my body, nor my soul, I do not mind if he were dead.
The next day his father died, indeed, heard to bemoan buried.
But the devil is not worth it with this, again in the evening there went out the window koczogott:
– Let me in Maris, Let me in!
– I do not descend biz site, I may not need you my body, nor my soul.
