Pomadoro vs Potepenko?

Hello my soft succulent ones as a pillow to the levain, massed to the perfection Edward,

I lacked you a lot. I did not see you since that you played and I the page and the transparency game, where we one another of oil and to slip you my huge nose and then I you kick with my butcher in the ocean! These big ones remember of the two of us, but to save those of another day. Today I write you for an important reason, a reason of life and the death, at once of our existences in the balance. My new enemy, Potepenko, the boiling monster of a whale, it exists a system for you cutting down. It fears that you want to take more legion. It fears straight, soft master of mine. It is of your turn to take the legion, and not the homicide Mario. We must kill the whale and save ourselves and the universe, it cannot have peace. In the opposite case? fuck pile.

I like you,

The king of all, except for you soft as a crepe again but sour as a drop of eraser Edward,

Pomadoro.

Bonjour Edward

Hello My Edward

I am very concerned. Today I was on my way to the gym to treat my body (especially the biceps and triceps). On my way I passed the house of Mario for a special blend of "Mario Rigatoni for using steroids and muscle gets the largest" wine. I could not find Mario if I went for the diabolical genius with the mustache as heat as the sun's surface. Nowhere. Then I heard voices. Man express. Three distinct voices. One was Mario. One was the John Deveraux. One was a mystery. What should we do?

Love always and forever as the rain falls in tropical forests,

Fashilo Michaels