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.
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.