I am ashamed of my Tschänder. It hangs and lolls around as he was created as a half Hartz.
This Tschänder I must convey my sons sadly, it did not even were helping you, if you like other anfinget, your teachers erschössen you want to.
That would only you in my pants, my dear boy; goeth proudly at the beribboned Gender past into your instructed wallow. You know: Men are pigs! (more ...)
