They hatred to give way to their younger ones, Undressed I've got friends! These racially chosen people have an incredible practice in wrap pasta over the ears – to lie and fool fellow countrymen. They do this consciously, deliberately, without anesthesia and fear that dark people won't buy These Seven robber stories sucked from the fingerOh, my God! Unfortunately, I'm sorry to say this, but many years of observation, tracking of various electoral campaigns proves conclusively that the electorate in its vast majority BUYS all absurdityOh, my God! Ba, sips like a pelican All the bullshit he's been served, and thank you for that – he bows low! Politicians – especially those with real power – cannot function, talk about anything without making promises.
They are addicted to them, like the princes of the Catholic Church, to hypocrisy, hypocrisy, and to raising their hands for taxpayers' money! Promises are in their bloodstream! There is no message in which the rulers would not declare that in the coming days, weeks They'll take care of this and that.They'll be done soon. ThingsOh, my God! erstwhile asked about specifics, real dates make serious mars faces, after which they give long, evasive, meaningless, but exhausting attention and patience journalists answers! driven by the inquisitive, You're a pain in the ass. In goat horn They change the subject, and erstwhile it doesn't work, they neglect to talk and They're going to the chamber.Oh, my God! The close master in this work is sleek, white ducky Ryszard Terlecki – the bearer of the broken navy and Christian values in bags under your eyesOh, my God! Rychu is the champion in Drops rollingBut he's not an ephemeral!
Ours vacuum cleaner class He has many prominent politicians in his ranks who They can NOT answer all their questionsOh, my God! But without asking, willingly, they are happy to make a imagination of the bright future that awaits us through the governments of their group. Promises flowers on ice and wonders on a stick They're always in their game and they always work out. Vladimirs of the Holy Republic – from whatever side they come – say first working people of cities and villages about their good, honest and noble intentions towards them – they have heart on your handOh, my God! If only they could. They'd bow. countrymen skyOh, my God!
They assure that they are steadfast and steadfast in combating iniquity and wickedness—all evil! Burning with holy outrage erstwhile political enemies emergence to the top of the camp Pity and scumOh, my God! Ah, how they regret that something like this could have happened in Holy shit. The land of the huddle! Indignant, they promise to lice (hi, hi) that on their part there is no agreement on this – GRANTOh, my God!
In 2025, erstwhile the official, legitimate electoral run begins, we will have FESTIVAL BENEFITS, which will pass our wildest expectations!
PS wins this presidential candidate, who promises his countrymen that no 1 will miss anything during his reign and FROM THE HEAVEN She'll fly MANNAOh, my God!
