B92 blog number 60.
Spiridon hates you all.
A few things I've learned in my travels through this crazy little thing called blog:
One: a morning of awkwardness is far better than a night of loneliness.
Two: I probably won't go down in history, but I will go down on your sister.
And three: while I'm down there, it might be nice to see a hint of pubis.
I'm not talking about a huge'70s playboy bush or anything, just something that reminds me that I'm performing cunnilingus on an adult. But I guess the larger question is, why is the Belgrade so hell-bent on destroying its female population?
People... They don't write anymore.
They blog.
Instead of talking, they text...
No punctuation, no grammar ...
It just seems to me that it's just a bunch of stupid people pseudo-communicating with a bunch of other stupid people in a protolanguage.