To Chow's arms, Chow eat your soul

by:穿丁字裤的云

I do not praise the storage of winter cabbage. Never praise an eating rotten cabbage in winter, I do not praise a mother endured sufferings. I do not praise the father picked up a Jiepolan expectations. Let your son as a son of a bitch bar, let your daughter cooking chicken. I do not praise industrious hands full Chilblain Health.


I praise tonight to eat a fresh cabbage, the second day of starvation, orȥ

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