Compilação poético-prosaica de um anormal que teima em conspurcar o nosso blog da mesma forma que conspurca a nossa cidade:
Pilinha prá tua irmã? É quando quiseres seu cona da mãe...e também a tua mãe!!!
(voitogh)
Éste Padrinho é fracote...
Apagou mensagens, agora passou ao insulto...
Sois uma verdadeira corja...
O padrinho de tantos conas da mãe que alimentam este ESCARRATORIO MUNICIPAL está à altura do vómito...
Ai vai...
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
(voitogh)
Oh padrinho do caralho, torna-te pluralista, meu fascista...
NÃO TENS SUBSTRACTO, PÁ!!!
ÉS UM VERDADEIRO CONA DA MÃE...
EMIGRA PÁ, VAI PRÓ BURUNDI, AÍ FAZES FIGURA, COM O TEU ESCARRATÓRIO PÁ!!!
JÁ AGORA CONTINUA A APAGAR O QUE NÃO TE AGRADA, MEU FASCISTA!!!(voitog)
VIVA O ESCARRATÓRIO MUNICIPAL
DIRECÇÃO CONA DA MÃE
REDACÇÃO: MARTA QUE SE FARTA
XOTINHA, O COPINHO DE LEITE
SUPERTAXA,O TAXA
PROVEDOR, O ESTUPOR
O FEDOR-MOR: O PADRINHO, O COITADINHO
(voitog)
És um tigre de papel celofane.
Tens medo da liberdade de expressão e fazes jus ao título
VERDADEIRO CONA DA MÃE
NO CENTRO DE SAÚDE MENTAL ERAS O CHEFE, OU AQUI NESTE CENTRO DE INSANIDADE MENTAL
VAI-TE FODER OH PADRINHO MAFIOSO (augusto)
A verdade é que nao posso pressisar de um psiquiatra,passo a explicar:Facto é qur tenho o canal anal ligado ao ceu da boca,e uma segunda ligaçao directa pra descarregar o resto da merda que tenho na caixa craneana.Como tal,psiquiatra nao faz falta,so mesmo GREANPEACE pra proteger o ambiente (augusto Américo,Voitog)
Qual verdade oh palerma?Xotinha quer dizer o quê, copinho de leite magro ou anoréctico? (augusto)
Tento na lingua seu cona da mãe de Padrinheco...Cona da mãe desculpe, é palavra que aqui é proibida.Este blogui é uma casa de meninas...com bosa gaja sem dúvida.Para padrinhos destes não chega um psiquiatra, espera pelo batalhão da unidade de saúde mental, em construção...vais ocupar um piso inteiro!!! (augusto)
Oh covilhanense, por ti até as barbearias eram do estado...ainda estás com saudades do muro e do tempo da farra gonçalvista...
Mentes que nem um lorpa porque a recolha e o varrido é feito pelos trabalhadores da ADC, mas como comuna que és tinhas que misturar o psd.
O que tu precisavas era de não teres água na torneira, o nariz no lixo à porta de casa e o tubo da merda do saneamento rebentado a entrar pelo corredor.
Nessa altura já apreciavas o trabalho dos privados.
Um António trabalhador nos SMAS é bom.
Um António trabalhador nos privados é mau.
Puta que te pariu.(voitog)
Tu covilhanense deves ser,só porque vives no covil...da onça. Vai à puta que te pariu que eu sei mais do que falo do que tu!!! ès um cabrão que não tem lugar em nenhum lado a não ser dizeres mal. O teu voto só faz falta aos comunas ou ao Júlio de Matos que deves frequentar. Meu cabrão aldrabão então a recolha é feita pelos privados só porque viste um colete do batista? Vai-te foder mais as tuas aldrabices. A água que vem do boeiro do paulo rato é boa demais para ti ò lorpa...
Vai discutir com a puta que te põe os cornos oh chanfralho.
E vê se pagas a´merda que bebes porque deves ser dos que tem ligação direta, acabaram-te com a mama e é por isso que estás chateado com os smas.
Um Mafia pensador, é o que tu és.
Então este blog é de causas, e a minha causa é questionável!!!
Um fascista não diria melhor.
Além de blog cona da mãe também é fascista.
Prá puta que vos pariu...mais as vossas teses.
Quando levam na corna, borram-se todos estes caralhos.
Esperavam diálogo à volta de gajas e conas da mãe, anti-covilhã.
Bardamerda já!!! (voitog)
OH PADRINHO AQUI FICA A MORADA DA CIDADE QUE VOMECÊ ANDA À PROCURA:
GLOBO LUNAR, AO LADO DO TERRÁQUEO, POR SOBRE A SUA CABEÇA DOIDA, PARTIDA DO APEADEIRO DA NASA.
HIGIENE CORPORAL EXIGIDA.
QUANTO À MENTAL, TRATE-SE PARA LHE VENDEREM O BILHETE.
Cova Juliana
Então queria o silo à borla. Você parece ser bom cavalheiro,mas a viver na lua, como o outro.
Não pagar estacionamento e ter silo, que maravilha.
Também não gosta da rotunda, por causa dos que se enganam a contornar...
Oh amigo isso resolve-se com o seu espírito civico...pegue numa raqueta e em vez de ter o cu sentado na esplanada, salte prá estrada e ajude os distraídos.
Que Deus o abençoe, mai-lo ò silo...
(beirão)
Vem o cova juliana
Sentado o cu na esplanada
Mostrar a sua reflexão
Sobre tudo e sobre nada
Especimen tipico do burgo
Que arrota considerações
Sobre o silo mai-la rotunda
Sobre a goldra e os fundões
Diz que estacionar é caro
Queria o silo à borlu
Porque para ir ao Montalto
Já chega ter que sentar o cu
Detesta a Parc C
Porque lhe leva o dinheirinho
Por guardar quatro rodas
Um volante e um santinho
Não encontra nada de bom
Na cidade do Pintinho
Porque ele é que conhece
O que era o pelourinho
E para rematar convida
A que digam sempre mal
Porque pra ele a situação
Nunca conta com o seu aval
Vivam os covas do reino
Da maledicência crónica
Deles diz o ditado
Que resultam da pneumónica
Então Pintinho vai em frente
Que as Covilhãs muito te devem
Quem a viu e quem a vê
São milhares que a subscrevem
Continua indiferente
Que estás no bom caminho
Simples e mobilizado
Para o campo e o pelourinho
Este blogue dum cona da mãe
Diz ele na titulagem
Bem merece os covas julianas
E o resto é paisagem
Provedor veio de rompante
Defender o cu com zêlo
Assim como trabalha o vinho
Com mixórdia e a martelo
Dir o provedor bacoradas
Na ausência de talento
Vê-se que é alguém do nada
De tromba erguida, ao vento
Fáz lembrar um fulaninho
Que arrasta a massa corporal
Sem ouvintes nem audiências
Sempre sempre a dizer mal
Diz mal da chuva e do sol
Do bom tempo e do inverno
Da gaja e do calote
Do céu e do inferno
Oh filho, dedica-te à pesca
Do achigan e da chaputa
Do carapau com minhoca
Da baleia ou da truta
Duvido que mesmo aqui triunfes
Porque os reles são conhecidos
Até na água dos peixinhos
Conhecem-se os refodidos
Toma lá para espremires
As meninges que não tens
Se não o conseguires
Toca uma pívia, no vais e...vens!!!
O meu PRESIDENTE quer que tu vás levar no cu, ou no quiu, como quiseres levar
Oh afunda, mal empregada foda ka tua mãe deu. És um aborto esgaziado
Gostava de saber quem é que te vomitou a ti... cheiras mal de tanta merda que te sai da boca. Só te consigo imaginar atrás de uma secretária a coçar os tomates ou então a ajoelhares-te perante o teu pResidente, deves gostar pouco deves...seu panascão!!! Vai e não voltes sua carraça!! Mas não vais conseguir...nós somos a tua única companhia não é... és um energúmeno de tal ordem que nem amigos deves ter não é? Escondes-te por detrás de tantas identidades...mas olha que já há quem saiba quem tu és....
Pilinha prá tua irmã? É quando quiseres seu cona da mãe...e também a tua mãe!!!
(voitogh)
Éste Padrinho é fracote...
Apagou mensagens, agora passou ao insulto...
Sois uma verdadeira corja...
O padrinho de tantos conas da mãe que alimentam este ESCARRATORIO MUNICIPAL está à altura do vómito...
Ai vai...
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
(voitogh)
Oh padrinho do caralho, torna-te pluralista, meu fascista...
NÃO TENS SUBSTRACTO, PÁ!!!
ÉS UM VERDADEIRO CONA DA MÃE...
EMIGRA PÁ, VAI PRÓ BURUNDI, AÍ FAZES FIGURA, COM O TEU ESCARRATÓRIO PÁ!!!
JÁ AGORA CONTINUA A APAGAR O QUE NÃO TE AGRADA, MEU FASCISTA!!!(voitog)
VIVA O ESCARRATÓRIO MUNICIPAL
DIRECÇÃO CONA DA MÃE
REDACÇÃO: MARTA QUE SE FARTA
XOTINHA, O COPINHO DE LEITE
SUPERTAXA,O TAXA
PROVEDOR, O ESTUPOR
O FEDOR-MOR: O PADRINHO, O COITADINHO
(voitog)
És um tigre de papel celofane.
Tens medo da liberdade de expressão e fazes jus ao título
VERDADEIRO CONA DA MÃE
NO CENTRO DE SAÚDE MENTAL ERAS O CHEFE, OU AQUI NESTE CENTRO DE INSANIDADE MENTAL
VAI-TE FODER OH PADRINHO MAFIOSO (augusto)
A verdade é que nao posso pressisar de um psiquiatra,passo a explicar:Facto é qur tenho o canal anal ligado ao ceu da boca,e uma segunda ligaçao directa pra descarregar o resto da merda que tenho na caixa craneana.Como tal,psiquiatra nao faz falta,so mesmo GREANPEACE pra proteger o ambiente (augusto Américo,Voitog)
Qual verdade oh palerma?Xotinha quer dizer o quê, copinho de leite magro ou anoréctico? (augusto)
Tento na lingua seu cona da mãe de Padrinheco...Cona da mãe desculpe, é palavra que aqui é proibida.Este blogui é uma casa de meninas...com bosa gaja sem dúvida.Para padrinhos destes não chega um psiquiatra, espera pelo batalhão da unidade de saúde mental, em construção...vais ocupar um piso inteiro!!! (augusto)
Oh covilhanense, por ti até as barbearias eram do estado...ainda estás com saudades do muro e do tempo da farra gonçalvista...
Mentes que nem um lorpa porque a recolha e o varrido é feito pelos trabalhadores da ADC, mas como comuna que és tinhas que misturar o psd.
O que tu precisavas era de não teres água na torneira, o nariz no lixo à porta de casa e o tubo da merda do saneamento rebentado a entrar pelo corredor.
Nessa altura já apreciavas o trabalho dos privados.
Um António trabalhador nos SMAS é bom.
Um António trabalhador nos privados é mau.
Puta que te pariu.(voitog)
Tu covilhanense deves ser,só porque vives no covil...da onça. Vai à puta que te pariu que eu sei mais do que falo do que tu!!! ès um cabrão que não tem lugar em nenhum lado a não ser dizeres mal. O teu voto só faz falta aos comunas ou ao Júlio de Matos que deves frequentar. Meu cabrão aldrabão então a recolha é feita pelos privados só porque viste um colete do batista? Vai-te foder mais as tuas aldrabices. A água que vem do boeiro do paulo rato é boa demais para ti ò lorpa...
Vai discutir com a puta que te põe os cornos oh chanfralho.
E vê se pagas a´merda que bebes porque deves ser dos que tem ligação direta, acabaram-te com a mama e é por isso que estás chateado com os smas.
Um Mafia pensador, é o que tu és.
Então este blog é de causas, e a minha causa é questionável!!!
Um fascista não diria melhor.
Além de blog cona da mãe também é fascista.
Prá puta que vos pariu...mais as vossas teses.
Quando levam na corna, borram-se todos estes caralhos.
Esperavam diálogo à volta de gajas e conas da mãe, anti-covilhã.
Bardamerda já!!! (voitog)
OH PADRINHO AQUI FICA A MORADA DA CIDADE QUE VOMECÊ ANDA À PROCURA:
GLOBO LUNAR, AO LADO DO TERRÁQUEO, POR SOBRE A SUA CABEÇA DOIDA, PARTIDA DO APEADEIRO DA NASA.
HIGIENE CORPORAL EXIGIDA.
QUANTO À MENTAL, TRATE-SE PARA LHE VENDEREM O BILHETE.
Cova Juliana
Então queria o silo à borla. Você parece ser bom cavalheiro,mas a viver na lua, como o outro.
Não pagar estacionamento e ter silo, que maravilha.
Também não gosta da rotunda, por causa dos que se enganam a contornar...
Oh amigo isso resolve-se com o seu espírito civico...pegue numa raqueta e em vez de ter o cu sentado na esplanada, salte prá estrada e ajude os distraídos.
Que Deus o abençoe, mai-lo ò silo...
(beirão)
Vem o cova juliana
Sentado o cu na esplanada
Mostrar a sua reflexão
Sobre tudo e sobre nada
Especimen tipico do burgo
Que arrota considerações
Sobre o silo mai-la rotunda
Sobre a goldra e os fundões
Diz que estacionar é caro
Queria o silo à borlu
Porque para ir ao Montalto
Já chega ter que sentar o cu
Detesta a Parc C
Porque lhe leva o dinheirinho
Por guardar quatro rodas
Um volante e um santinho
Não encontra nada de bom
Na cidade do Pintinho
Porque ele é que conhece
O que era o pelourinho
E para rematar convida
A que digam sempre mal
Porque pra ele a situação
Nunca conta com o seu aval
Vivam os covas do reino
Da maledicência crónica
Deles diz o ditado
Que resultam da pneumónica
Então Pintinho vai em frente
Que as Covilhãs muito te devem
Quem a viu e quem a vê
São milhares que a subscrevem
Continua indiferente
Que estás no bom caminho
Simples e mobilizado
Para o campo e o pelourinho
Este blogue dum cona da mãe
Diz ele na titulagem
Bem merece os covas julianas
E o resto é paisagem
Provedor veio de rompante
Defender o cu com zêlo
Assim como trabalha o vinho
Com mixórdia e a martelo
Dir o provedor bacoradas
Na ausência de talento
Vê-se que é alguém do nada
De tromba erguida, ao vento
Fáz lembrar um fulaninho
Que arrasta a massa corporal
Sem ouvintes nem audiências
Sempre sempre a dizer mal
Diz mal da chuva e do sol
Do bom tempo e do inverno
Da gaja e do calote
Do céu e do inferno
Oh filho, dedica-te à pesca
Do achigan e da chaputa
Do carapau com minhoca
Da baleia ou da truta
Duvido que mesmo aqui triunfes
Porque os reles são conhecidos
Até na água dos peixinhos
Conhecem-se os refodidos
Toma lá para espremires
As meninges que não tens
Se não o conseguires
Toca uma pívia, no vais e...vens!!!
O meu PRESIDENTE quer que tu vás levar no cu, ou no quiu, como quiseres levar
Oh afunda, mal empregada foda ka tua mãe deu. És um aborto esgaziado
Gostava de saber quem é que te vomitou a ti... cheiras mal de tanta merda que te sai da boca. Só te consigo imaginar atrás de uma secretária a coçar os tomates ou então a ajoelhares-te perante o teu pResidente, deves gostar pouco deves...seu panascão!!! Vai e não voltes sua carraça!! Mas não vais conseguir...nós somos a tua única companhia não é... és um energúmeno de tal ordem que nem amigos deves ter não é? Escondes-te por detrás de tantas identidades...mas olha que já há quem saiba quem tu és....
Beijinhos deste sempre teu,
O Cona da Mãe
Digam lá caros mafiosos e demais leitores o que é que este pichote de picha pequena merecia???? Aceitam-se sugestões...
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