I'm in the middle, how pretty it is my city ... is pretty corny word. Fuck the bitch, I like: "How beautiful is my city!" Night, with Recess Can Lights, and the effect of alcohol as if it were slow to say hello. I love going drunk.
One: I am more sympathetic or at least I think.
Two: People seem more friendly and more beautiful world.
Three: My ideas always seem the best however absurd they are.
In short, as molo drunk. Always interesting to meet people, and you end up being someone's best friend, the bad, that in the morning and not remember anything, it's like to live a thousandwill be that I have to find a girlfriend ... I espavile
God ... that headache.
1 - They are so many tacos.
2 - I will not pass the spelling because it is 6:22 am in the morning and I'm not very fine.
3 - This is dedicated to the friendly drunk.
4 - It is not autobiographical, I have never slipped on my own vomit.
"And the next day and no 'macuerdo of' naa"
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