Poptropica Credit Tranier

Kraken gets up early in the morning woke up from a retching vomiting which fail to free the same day. The previous night remained up late and some supported by Fernet Branca Averna. Now his intestinocrasso un'nave is made of shit rccolta and imprisoned in a abottiglia also made of shit. In his gut the biggest amount of shit back into an accumolatasi only be constipated vivfente extinction of mammoths of western Siberia. The only refuge for Kraken is now the Cabinet and the screaming mouth of the filling process that relies on the obscene.
Kraken is in the sling and ceramic stay there for the street dances. Peristalsis to the altar of the accompgan butoliniche colic.
Caga a half hour of a seamless flow. Try to think of anything else while s is ene dazed on the cup, try to remember what has gone home (Ah, yes, a step by Marshal Von Bismarck, that rich Enochian hermaphrodite who lives with her boyfriend Brain Eno also said Samuli Eizenborg, narcoleptic and Sephardic) tries to think ... to what the wait in long day of waiting for the migraine circumflex (evrgini buy cd, buy blank dvd, vhs buy virgin) ... but in its cacophonous reality of his sphincter by jellyfish vehement attention whenever required. Vuolesolo that ass that the sizzling stops singing his sordid melancholy!
His legs are numb from the cold of the morning and buttocks were already being invaded by hundreds of red ants that infest the gaps between the tiles dreamy mold.
My god will eat me!
At one point knocking on the door.
flow smerdante istatantaneo refrains. Who the fuck was that? The flow resumed cave (a) daring.
cops? Creditors? Serial killers? Hosts? Who could be so light and well educated by a knock at the door of the toilet? Do not know anyone with as much tact, he knew that all his acquaintances, friends and enemies, were nothing more than bloodthirsty animals and Grog.
Kraken tried to get up but her ass retorted sharply. He watched the process window was half open. Well, he thought, an escape from the Russian mafia. Or the Cambodians? Fuck how many people had cheated in the last six months? The Chinese, Colonel Kurtz, the Spastic Areola of the temple of Elohim, of the Stiloti Gersualemme, the South China Panda and their fucking eucalyptus trees!
Shit.
-Who the fuck are you? - I
-Marshal, did you already forget about me, I love that shit open.
The day ended there. Kraken is shattered with the nail scissors and confetti he sailed in the process, immersing himself derelict in his own wickedness. The sciaquone restored peace in the Valley of Tears and Ceramics.