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có thắng Mã thì cũng đã là cái đếch gì đâu mà đi bão, nghe nói bộ mới phê duyệt dự án đưa bóng đá ra biển lớn, lúc nào ăn cup Châu Á thì còn bão chứ mẹ cái giếng quanh quanh đây nhạt, coi như có thắng thì cho là mới biết ngó lên miệng giếng xem trăng. Nghỉ ở nhà cho khỏe![]()
mà quả này vn thắng chắc rồi còn gì,ai chứ anh Mã lai thì ... 
chắc là luyện được thêm bí quyết thất truyền nào đây 



tưởng Isuka là clone của Yuna ??
The Sayama incident occured in May 1963. It's quite an important case for discrimination in Japan. The case goes that one day, in Sayama (in Saitama prefecture), a young girl was kidnapped for ransom, raped and then murdered. Her older sister apparently found her body, but was so traumatized by it, when asked what she had seen, she merely said "I met a large Tanuki (looks like a racoon)" and "I saw a cat monster." Sound familiar? Anyway, the older sister later commited suicide.
@PAIN : Bệnh của chú mài ko trị dc àh .
Theo a thì AIDS có chữa đc ko 
A nói như thật íTheo a thì AIDS có chữa đc ko
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con mèo Totoro - hay con gì đó khá dễ thương lại là Shinigami, nhiều chi tiết trong phim vô tình - hay cố ý trùng hợp với murder case 


omg, im so confuised. To base my life around this movie that largely influenced my childhood. To now hear the totaro theme song that has long played the ringer on my mobile phone. Im now haunted, GOD WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN INVOLVED IN! I cannot sleep or eat, i feel sick. My life a mystery, my hopes and dreams sinking into the mud on some horrid veitnam war feild with the rotting bodys of troubled children. It feels as though my mind has turned against it self. Suicidal thoughts, troubled troubled troubled. I cant sleep, i cant eat. My children's eyes now burn cigarette like burns through what is left of my timid soul. Me just seeking releife, this delutional oasis turned me out on some increpid drug, some terrible addiction to the fantasys of dried blood and gouged memberless victums of some other tribe stalking my ansesters though the land of theirs, infecting my DNA to send shivers up and down the crumbling pole i once called my spine. Does anyone have any idea what it feels like to clutch your head just begging your self to get a grip while your once beloved wife and children stand beside you crying, oh jesus, oh allah, oh buddha, is there anyone out there?


