Kicking the old drunkard out won't start world war III.
Everything. They have absolutely nothing in common.
One is a cunning runt.
His last name.
Yukanol Fukov
They're hard to get started, they emit noxious odors, and half the time they don't work.
Two. Libya's to start the race, and France's to signal there's one lap to go.
Because she was a girl.
When you wake up in the morning with an erection so stiff, that when you bend it down to take a leak, your legs kick back and you hit your head on the toilet.
To get drunk
Liquor in the front, poker in the back ( )
So there won't be a World War III.
