Good morning @ all!
Oh this children...
They forpassed their bus and I must them carry after-her with the car. That was not lusty by this wash-kitchen here!
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A wonderful good mourning to you! Wish well rested to have! (Wünsche wohl geruht zu haben
Does your children trödeling around this mourning?
Manylight you should say them, that they should be-ile themselves and make them fire under the butt?
Or have they easy forslept?
That wish I you too. Did you have we...hrm...nice dreams?
They let themselves always too much time. Oh, how I've them schon onfired, but it helps nothing.
Feelen Thanks!
I white not what I've dreamt. That white I so good we never.
Aha, they were also trödeling! We I vermootet have!
Did they noch righttimely come to school, or do they become an onshit from their teacher because of their trödeling?
Hello allmen!
I'm at the work again. Me is shawn feel better as yesterday. But my lungs produce feel slime.
But curier you good off, therewith the illness not comes back! *whise tipp give*
Hello allmen!
I'm at the work again. Me is shawn feel better as yesterday. But my lungs produce feel slime.
)
That's afroyly!
Than helped also our bettering-wishes?
Did you hold the bus on in them you have your car quare over the street gestellt? (We in a bad American action-movie.
It was a really a show, that we off-deliverd (abgeliefert) have.
I overtook the bus with my car, drifted my cutty (schnittig) Ford before the bus, put my pumpgun in on-punch (Anschlag) and cried to the busdriver: so-away (sofort) anholden!!! You must my sweet littles withtake!!!
That's afroyly!
Than helped also our bettering-wishes?
It was a really a show, that we off-deliverd (abgeliefert) have.
I overtook the bus with my car, drifted my cutty (schnittig) Ford before the bus, put my pumpgun in on-punch (Anschlag) and cried to the busdriver: so-away (sofort) anholden!!! You must my sweet littles withtake!!!
It was a really a show, that we off-deliverd (abgeliefert) have.
I overtook the bus with my car, drifted my cutty (schnittig) Ford before the bus, put my pumpgun in on-punch (Anschlag) and cried to the busdriver: so-away (sofort) anholden!!! You must my sweet littles withtake!!!
Your bettering-wishes halfen quiet alot, säng u varry matsch four thät!
Genialst story I have hörd at this day!
Be a busdriver is a hard bread today.
In theren howt wanted I not stick! There is lowering everywhere Danger, where man too brokesees (hin-sieht)!
Sometimes it wyrd so dark outside, that i must the funcell inne Bude onmaken.
Yes, indeed. Alone schon the anrgy mothers on the road.