The distance was well under way, two or three thousand kilometers. Two days with the thud of my V6, two days not only to speak out and spread on the asphalt a few ghosts in cafes crossed deserts.
long time I did not light the radio. It was no use. The whistles of the car was enough.
But when my sleeve pinned the button on the radio while I was looking for my pack of cigarettes on the dashboard, the voice of a viola-cons escaped miraculously speaker saturated.
I spent the fifth of my Chevrolet Impala 1958 in the amount of its I kiss a girl Katy Perry . Maybe I was returning to the world ...
Amazing is not it?
NB: "I kissed a girl and I liked it The taste of
Her cherry chap stick"
long time I did not light the radio. It was no use. The whistles of the car was enough.
But when my sleeve pinned the button on the radio while I was looking for my pack of cigarettes on the dashboard, the voice of a viola-cons escaped miraculously speaker saturated.
I spent the fifth of my Chevrolet Impala 1958 in the amount of its I kiss a girl Katy Perry . Maybe I was returning to the world ...
Amazing is not it?
NB: "I kissed a girl and I liked it The taste of
Her cherry chap stick"
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