for The Gulls I may also die out.
'm romantic and I'm proud. The problem of seagulls
contemporaries is that I know a little bit forced. If the command right now. In Rome are all out. Run with Tmax, and the fins are at traffic lights. I'm not joking. Gulls evolved from a little sow traffic with the maxi scooter. With the leg booster for you to understand that they really know figs and there is something for anyone. Let me be clear. I do not ever kill a gull cries of dawn with me fucking laugh hysterically. Uaaaa Uaaa Gna Gna Gna. It seems the cry of pain but at the same time, the cynical awareness that sooner or later they will make us all out. I claim that the seagull is the true master of the world. I often think that those who invented them, and subsequently modified is a genius. Because now we are all doomed. Eat us alive. It ciberanno us at irregular intervals. Breakfast with rats Magliana soon not be enough '. It 's just a mere matter of time. Oh fools ... In particular, the gull of the courtyard of my building with whom I chat. To understand if you care somewhere. Because his laugh bar battle cry worries me a lot.
My father has a theory that one of the building opposite from the food and so they are crowded. Apart from that there is only one, obese, and yet not know how to fly that God continues to send it to him good. And then the dynamics of offering food to a seagull does not work anymore '. The Seagull is a lover of self service. Fast food.
Bastard. Seagull werewolf why do not you burn at sunset?
I had said I was romantic.
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