GonzoBiputre

here is a photo OF AGLAIA JEPANCIN (FOR ALL HER FANS):

Educational. Impressive. I empathized with the prince, cried at Hippolyte's funeral self-praise, experienced the bizarre sensations of an epileptic seizure, realized that every statement can be seen from multiple angles, and in the description of events, I found astonishing references to contemporary issues; humanity has never changed. I lived in the streets of Petersburg, sank into the dialogues, and in those salons where everyone gathered, like on the veranda of Pavlovsk, I was sitting on a chair watching while smelling the unpleasant stench of the general's alcohol. And I could go on for hours about the lexicon that was returned and gifted to me (who among you knew what a VERSTA was before reading this book), not to mention the references to Russian literature and poetry (which the author does not hold back on, and this is precious too). The review, and I apologize if I'm only getting to it now, initially left me perplexed, but then this sort of impersonation of the wife convinced me. I even thought that you should not have been afraid to write 10 pages of review. I won’t give it a 5, I would feel uncomfortable doing so.

With the Oscar for Pacino, you can wipe your ass with it, you and everyone who thinks it's a cultured and important thing. Gasmann deserves honor and respect, especially by avoiding these excremental judgments.

An illogical squeeze of borderline episodes, a mere thread for its own sake? What the hell did Cronenberg mean?

I am embarrassed.

Well done, wow. I wanted to read the first few lines, but I ended up drinking it all in.

VENIAL FOOL!!!

a clarification: sArnico, not sernico (which is not in the province of Brescia, but in Bergamo). p.s. atalanta shit

You’ve said fewer bullshit than usual though, protoscemo.

Do you want to make culture? buahahahaah, idiot