gigalol @ 2006-03-15T23: 38:00
this before you forget it. Were trained in handling weapons and Helena Carla, when Mary came running and screaming, I struggled to understand.
-Shooting! Shooting!
"Okay okay, calm down, do you mean?
"Somebody's shooting! here! Huesca, there must be people alive!
climbed the four ran to the roof, despite the stench, the others were there waiting to see if they heard some more shots. Inma I approached to ask if he really had been shot.
-surefire
of shotgun I think by and has sounded. And in that direction, "he said indicating the area beyond the hospital and the train tracks.
-How do you know? the trip has been distorted and amplified that much between buildings not?
"Yes, but they have very fine-pointing heard little groups of zombies that had been detached from the horde that had besieged us moving toward the gunfire.
"Whoever they are, I hope they know what they do ...
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Tuesday, March 7, 2006
Wedding Statement Of Purpose
gigalol @ 2006-03-07T12: 20:00
Towards a while not scoring at all, but I need an escape valve on the roof can not be by the stench of rotten bastards, but fever fever ... and here inside, space is limited, privacy does not exist, let alone with that bloody child going back and forth doing the donkey.
The child, why I write today as when I was nearly run over with a shopping cart for 4 th time this week, I took and I gave him a wafer, so as it sounds. The cryo-ass has been dropped and started bawling, and then his three hundred breasts (well no, they are only 6, but still gives) I have taken over to abroncarme for it.
If they had disciplined him a bit would not have had to me, so we think.
In order, however, has been a wrong action on my part, not because I look like the act itself is wrong, but because these Gilis now spoil her even more than before ...
pffffff ... and back to hear what the fucking fucking car ... should take a lock.
Towards a while not scoring at all, but I need an escape valve on the roof can not be by the stench of rotten bastards, but fever fever ... and here inside, space is limited, privacy does not exist, let alone with that bloody child going back and forth doing the donkey.
The child, why I write today as when I was nearly run over with a shopping cart for 4 th time this week, I took and I gave him a wafer, so as it sounds. The cryo-ass has been dropped and started bawling, and then his three hundred breasts (well no, they are only 6, but still gives) I have taken over to abroncarme for it.
If they had disciplined him a bit would not have had to me, so we think.
In order, however, has been a wrong action on my part, not because I look like the act itself is wrong, but because these Gilis now spoil her even more than before ...
pffffff ... and back to hear what the fucking fucking car ... should take a lock.
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