Ok, lets see now….
“No…no…no, baby..baby..baby. No baby come to release my farts at
those shitty philosophers who says which come from planet
Zabbercrombie that is under HDB hub at Neighbourhood
Police Post. Why must be pay and pay nonsense to give me more
headaches. I need to panggang otah for my customers to buy Vietnam
brides to take care breakfast, lunch, dinner without
MSG”, they end this story.
Then they riot, “I hate people. I like cats that climb overs
Charlize’s body and 喷口水 stink like hell”, they say and end this
story. Then they strike to end story. Charlize damn stressed, end
of story without a soul to end story. “I love you, you love me of
Charlize’s stress. See you tomorrow!” End of story. Traffic light
MRT will end story die hard Charlize. “Charlie’s
kidney will be mine soon.” Charlize the infamous end his life.
Charlize must survive. ” No Charlize no. Yes Zulkifli yes.”
Charlize got clone. Char is bad. Clone not cyclone. “I am back.”
Char’s still bad. Kiss popikachu butts fart to face,
N95 will rule! Hang Charlize by cai png expensive. “So
let’s vote. Char is conman. Where’s the kidney? shen jing bing.”
Stand alone again, “hoh mai gawd, wo ai ni..”
Ok continue…
You need life. 