25.10.2012, 11:22
zvolala. A potichu
Ne, ne, ne a ještě jednou NE.
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3 slova
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25.10.2012, 13:42
Ale neměl s
Černé brýle, Bílá hůl, Dědek frajer neuhnul
Na přechodu pro chodce, drtí Tatra důchodce http://25.media.tumblr.com/1b19b0f437abf...1_1280.gif 
25.10.2012, 13:42
(Tento příspěvek byl naposledy změněn: 25.10.2012, 13:51 uživatelem Schimy. Edited 1 time in total.)
kým psát básně
Im a chicken, addict to an orange juice... and also Derpy
 Formula 1 fan! YAY!! 
25.10.2012, 14:47
mu šel pomoct.
♥grey as the moon and soul of its owner blue as the coat and eyes of a loner♥ ♥Why would a rose grow where nopony can see Like a rose without thorns is how i feel♥ ♥With smile like ripest apple you have ever seen And eyes like meadow of emerald sheen truly lost i have only been in those eyes so serene♥ How are we to explain that We are not lonely to somepony who craves company?
Poems of Moon
25.10.2012, 15:35
pomoct, zvládne to
♥grey as the moon and soul of its owner blue as the coat and eyes of a loner♥ ♥Why would a rose grow where nopony can see Like a rose without thorns is how i feel♥ ♥With smile like ripest apple you have ever seen And eyes like meadow of emerald sheen truly lost i have only been in those eyes so serene♥ How are we to explain that We are not lonely to somepony who craves company?
Poems of Moon
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