Leo fofooo! Friend of girls you give to ometer murder in shows of the Frejat. * * * Jú Abajú|04.13.04 - 8:05 p.m.|# Lu and Ju. Cês make a lack of the dog. E Juliana: it does not forget my Caloi. Juliana|Homepage|04.13.04 - 9:37 p.m.|#

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What I can say? Brilliant. Brilliant. I find that the Arnaldo Antunes would adore to record the Birigüi. E the Iranian Cinema, ah, Gallery Joana D'arc. A good place to really find the friends. Speaks Lu, as the things go muié? I found the Ju in the party of the Yearbook and remembered that vocês they are ghosts. They are not real, nor they live in São Paulo and they must laugh at my face all time that I ask because people never meet, heheheh. It must be a wave. This is, alone passed here to give one looked at later a long time without having access blogs. smack Leo Leo_CÊ|Email|04.13.04 - 7:42 p.m.|#

They say that things are different
From how they used to be
New troubles coming every day
But it don’t bother me.

The news is getting worse and worse
But I don’t want to hear
Let the world go straight to hell
I’m in the golden age of beer

Countless workers lose their jobs
While corporations merge
Wall Street shows approval
With a Dow Jones average serge

The people shake their heads and sigh
Some even shed a tear
But I can’t be demoralized
Here in the golden age

Amber ale and porter
Stout and bitter, too
I’d find it so uplifting
To lift a pint with you

George bush is playing soldier
Back east in Babylon
While little kids go hungry
Cause all the money’s gone

While Rome burns down I fiddle
A tune that’s full of cheer
My motto’s “what we worry”
Here in the golden age of beer