Hад Италией обшиpной Солнце светит с наглой моpдой....

Italy has a wide
The sun shines with a brazen tomb.
And under the stairs, in the chamber
Papa Carlo cherries.
(He wants to make burla,
that, I tell you, not more easily,
than pussy smile)
Made ears from cartoons,
Hose made of wood,
Put it under the mob
two bloody acorns,
And then, yawning from boredom,
Under the heel he sharpens the hands.
Butatino turned out
Damn stupid but cute
He smiled fucked
What is very important.
Papa Carlo wipes out his hands
Directly on his shirt,
And he said, "I am your father,
Now pussy to school
Therefore, as here in the camouflage
There’s nothing to eat, in life. "
(Even issued a smart book,
"Brainless pathologies",
What he found in the garbage,
Rummaging in search of logs)
 
Butatino was not able to
He sold the book to a blind man
What stood before the two heads
(I received in return a chord,
Giving the change pizdyulyami)
And he went, pryyaya grip,
Directly to the puppet theater.
 
In the theater, a thick redneck - director,
I caught him in the anthrax,
(Zapratat dreamed of the Japanese,
In the form of chips or sandwiches),
But the log took off,
After telling him about the door,
What is separated in the chamber
From sortipa all residential area.
That noodles are broken by the hands
On his ears fleshy,
Gave him twelve zloty.
(Of which there were five - fake),
And sent quietly to the dick,
Having ordered to be silent about the door.
 
But Basilio, who suffered
Hemorrhage, and Alice,
Hearing in his pocket
The jingle of eggs
To churn the disguise
To take away all the aluminum!
He approached him from the side,
Crutch burned on the belly,
And not at all embarrassed,
He offered his services,
By investing money in the land.
And Alice right there, hastily,
As I could, I imagined
As if in a box - advertising,
With stripping and MALS!
Butatino rejected in an instant,
All dreams of drinking beer,
And drew all the money right there,
In a pile of soft manure,
Salting, said three words:
"Cracks, Packs, Fex",
Or something like that ...
 
Night creeped in,
Over the dung, the pair rose,
And the cursed log
Suspended their finances.
 
A cat to him and so and that
And Alice melophone
Distracts and threatens
What cops here pussy,
And the end, they say, soon of the world ...
Suddenly the dung has moved,
And from there it seemed
In the snipe drunk Tortilla,
What mowed there from the soup.
Ears of cleaning the dust,
Proposed brazenly deal:
"Who soothes Duremap,
What leeches backs
He will open two boxes,
If he guesses the word ".
But bastard bupatino
Screamed - "we play" super "!!!
Either soup from this cook,
Or - the key to the "Zaporozhtsa"!
Skull, by multiplying,
From longing dung heap,
Proposed immediately - key,
Ho! - For Duremap eggs.
 
Douperap inscribed in sortipe,
Ochka point-type "hole"
And ... Instantly and silently ...
 
Gave Tortilla key.
 
What was there with Duremap,
Only one "product" knows
A rich Bupatino
Two scam left
Mine coin coins
And went to the camcorder,
On the clue key,
Im father in sorper zappe
And sold camouflage grekam
For free currency.
 
Papa Carlo was so scared
On the point that after a day,
The county fled in battle,
Remembering in the rivers pak ...
 
A log with dad now,
They go to the theater on a roll-rose,
And then the directory is lousy,
To them, with a master key climbs,
But what he needs there,
Only the wise shaggy knows ...