Thursday, December 31, 2009

Brutal Piercing Nippel

Pray, my dear, for the sleepless house, out the window with fire!

What a light reflected from the street snow.
Happy, friend.
Let the next will always be better!

I, as usual, listening to the radio with the Polish Christmas carols. And this time (so I not been charged, that is, say, a phantom, not the radio), you throw one such.
It seems to be even in Polish. :)