Moto’s 1000th Post

What’s up vanilla faces?

Although Kazakhstan a glorious country, it have a problem, too: economic, social and Jew. I decide to make some travel and see the people who live upside down. High-five!

I arrived in Haustralia’s airport with clothings, Ozzie dollars, and a jar of gypsy tears to protect me from AIDS. I make many friend who ride the motorcycle. My moustache still tastes of testes. Whoawhoawewa!

In my country 1000 post is very special time. You become big man yes? Is it same in your country Haustralia? My mother, she oldest woman in all of Zuzek! She is 42! She very proud.

My village, they give me goat for many sexytime. Village shaman, he say my sister, number 4 prostitute in all of Kuzek, she need new man now. She, how you say, need big man yes!?

My neighbor, Nushuktan Tulyiagby, he is pain in my a**holes. I get a window from a glass, he must get a window from a glass. I get a step, he must get a step. I get 1000 post, he cannot do. Great success!

In my country we have many hobbies: disco dancing, archery, rape, and table tennis. I meet new lady friend playing the sports. She very pretty, her vagine hang like sleeve of wizard. Niiice!

Yakshemash!