Die happy

I cannon, very canyon. Well canyon. Is that coca gives me so, Estonian, shot. I hope Paul. It takes a helluva ass that asshole. Putamadre not want to go out with my friends Larco, are boring. That neither come to fuck. Aaah, a jaladita more. Ah, I just want to Paulito, the wealthy blond, I'm gun barrel and when I want this shit foulbrood, Lima. My darling Lima, it sucks here, but how rich coca here helluva run. So, I want carimbó, but I had stayed in gringolandia no more. For cagarte you are coming to life in a pueblerucho as Peru, a third world country of cabernicolas, barbara crowded, people with no manners and disgust, no, no, no. Yoni is not for that. Yoni is well pituquito refinadito. Yoni has a helluva position and his money then. Paulito already come, the gay blonde guy who loves me, but quiet Paulito, you know I like Pamela. And you know that she always tell me shit chupamela and laughter. But Paulito not interested in anything, is the desired Miraflores churrito the skinny on the disk and has over the fucking ticket and everything is for me because I love that guy you see there on the corner of Larco with Ford templadazo of the year is me.

Aja, but my girls Paulito is just ah, be careful, I know girls, I know, I have luck, but is only just my friend, my soul Pastaza (although he did not see me like this). Under my jato and estonazo, cannon, cannon and it started well for the car no more than I expected Paulito well heeled with their lenses Ray Ban Aviator. We're laughing and drugged. Paulito is red, his eyes too, will have scored more tronchitos rich. Fucking asshole Paulita. If you know that you do not study old shit in the unit of Lima and with that money you get a few shots rebuenos, I would take the Putamadre. But let Paulito, and we, the conquerors of the poop, Lima. We arrived at his jatazo helluva right nearby golf. Very close to my jato too. We get the wiros on your balcony watching the disgusting and pesuñentas used the dusty Lima as the washismanes chapan. Fucking pissed. We get giggly and funny and at one point where I hear those mechanisms (which makes me fly drive) Paulo makes me want romanticón.Te of me says penita face (of arrecho think). I say this as trying to avoid is that eggs are my leg and he then seriously, man, do I have to do to me want to give me a kiss.

Oh bastard Paulito understand me because, you know what happened to me. You know that bastard killed my skinny me in my embers, I'm sick of infatuations and sentimentalities. You know bastard that just tell my stuff to my block Osquitar well keep me and smile for people to think something I'm not a saint. You know bastard that I can not love, I'm not gay love. Do I tell roe smoked heavily. And he does not, you know what I'm saying you idiot, I really really like you, I live with you, do not mock, I amo.Y I kissed her good gay. Carimbó Oh, well I'm mistaken or confused, do not know, but you Paulito wanted. You're the only shit that goes in my life. You are the one who does not cry anymore. You're the one I want. Paulito this is an effort to kiss me, do not wash your face in two centuries because I'm not cut up again. And I think what Paulito have felt in my life when I gave him that kiss gay well after 2 years of so much shit. But you know Paulito, but not how you want to be gay.

I live with love. But without mariconada nothing more. You're the only thing that is called real love in my life. But I will live my life with you, but I'll have to accept something, I always cache to Pamela, the outfit of Stage 44, the disk. If you accept and love me, I'll marry you. We live anywhere, but always take me to take it away with Pamelita arrechura cástrame bastard or something. And as ye would live in the United States, in that town that took me a mile a minute near Jacksonville, happy and content and then write way too much because you love from day to day I wake up stiff fine for arrest night because of a prefer coca and leave something for my family, my loved ones not to let them know who I was. And we will live, your trying to catch me in the heart and me trying to catch the poto of Pamela. But you'll die happy love, beside me and below me, how rich, curled up hugging my penis, Pamela.