18 Jun 2014	Shadow	I'm sad killer.
13 Jun 2014	bell	u cats pussy is wet
09 Jun 2014	Andrey	Потому что он дергался и орал
02 Jun 2014	Liv Cat	too much like me
31 May 2014	pasha_tulin	Он меня испугал!
28 May 2014	Misha	It is a terrible site!!!
02 May 2014	Sanic	cuz ur sanic
26 Apr 2014	Poeben	It is strange girl with strange psychodelic site. I think she have manic schizophrenia. Maybe when she was a newborn child - Mr. doctor kicked her to the bed. Or she hammer in nails by her head.
18 Apr 2014	lalala_popka	on xuy tupoi
17 Apr 2014	anton-petrov	ээммм...ну я не убивала твою кошку как бы...
16 Apr 2014	tanya	no
12 Apr 2014	Polina	I was so lonely. Can u write me a letter?
22 Mar 2014	velyrik	он мудатский
18 Mar 2014	egorleonov	Не знаю просто я расскажу всё администрации
28 Feb 2014	Jerom Black	Данила меня подставил и сломал мне кома, а я сломаю ему руку! Он живёт на улице Центральной придити и ....
27 Feb 2014	F	Porque era hincha
15 Feb 2014	Olol	просто
09 Feb 2014	ylia	Murzik
05 Jan 2014	susan sarandon	Bees. Swarming buzzing bees. Tickling temperamental bees. Bees with pointy painful stingers. The boy poured honey down his back and shook his buttocks left to right. The naked crazy boy. He passed by the beehives, jogging not running. Taking his sweet innocent time, through the grass, toward the white perfumy clover field. The bees rose in a fuzzy brown boil, filtered out their hive, cleaved the air like an arrow aiming for honey-dripping bare-bummed Johnny. Little Johnny boy smiled broad and white, his feet advancing toward the clover, tossing his hips from side to side, breathless voice issuing forth, "Beeeeez. Zzzzzzzhahahahahaaaaaaaa." Little Johnny boy slipped a finger between his perspiring crack, taking away honey as if from the stale edges of a white bread sandwich. Johnny loved the bees, almost as much as the sticky sweet clinging of honey that formed and hung like stalactites from his perineum, dripped dripping drops. The bees closed in. Thousands of bees, their murmuring buzzing chorus titillating little Johnny boy, stingers angry and shining in the sun, quivering mad. Johnny jogged toward the clover field, licking his finger of the sweet sweaty honey. Honeybuns, Johnny thought, and laughed until he fell rolling over the start of clover. Honeybuns, thought Johnny, and he laughed, giggled, a smile playing over his bare freckled puss. "Beeeeeeez!" Johnny exclaimed, as a fuzzy buzzing cloud converged on little Johnny's honey sticky ass. The sun rolled in golden fury, and hours later, when it had turned a dark red, and sunset swollen, little Johnny boy lay stiff and puffy, pink and happy, dead stinking sweet.
05 Jan 2014	joce	2spooky

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