среда, 24 октября 2007 г.
Snow whistles. But he is soaked masses on the roofs of the city. Where else to sit sparrows. And the whistle again. Currently whistles also virtually nothing from the rooftops, but the condensed rumors that the year will soon take his hat and dashes in the past. Hit all fun and sturzfrei into next year! Let champagne corks pop, spared from Kapuzenpullikapuzen D-Böllern and let you go good!