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Y en donde mierda es esa votacion wns????



Esta es la verdad del Pete!!!!

 

Ya pipe oh, si no quieres votar por mí lo entiendo...

 

ese link me manda a la tertulia wn jajaja.

 

y yo puedo participar?

 

Me voy a acostar locos.

Adios!

 

jmmmm



Chao pipe.

 

Buuenas!

 

el peter se la come!

gud morning. me voy a laburar

 

Buenas wn

 

Wena la tarde

 

And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
That’s all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
A lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
As long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
With no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
And not a soul to hear.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
With no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
And not a soul to hear.