I came to this country and went to a Saloon, and there sat some men
with weird faces.

1802 was the year when I came, I couldn't sell ***** and have not
acquired fame.

Fame was the game perhaps, nobody knows, why those weird faces as
sourer than a

curtain.

A sour curtain filled the place, they say this is freedom, the United
States.

Who's the man, he's the man, the world is all about...

Yankee games. Shooting at people's feet and see them cry, a rotten man
cannot take a salesman, took all the boxes with pictures of Rechy
blowing a pipe, and left me runnin for me life. He thought is was
Scottish
Tuna.

I don't think I like Americans and their Saloon games.

Nothing is funny around the deadly advorsary.

What was the end of the story?

Rechy awaits me back, and back I came with empty hands.

"Europeans will be back, and this time no returning with empty hands,
Americans will understand that a can is not just sardines. And this
version
comes with full germ protection, and a man with a bungle of mustache
smiling with fiction, good for the corner of the mouth too in moments
when
that American hate rages hate and cockroaches are coming out of the
corner of the mouth faster than the name of victory."

Suckle that mustache as you work on that ***** for the night and use
these Euro-Scottish wipes to ready the moment, you name it cowboy,
European, multi-purpose, specially designed for a fresh man's taste,
Euro Freshman Victory Wipes.

Ultrafresh.

Another version: Name of Victory (not for bulls, for people with
hygenic tastes).

Pull the roll, moist toilet products that make a man feel Ultrafresh.

Pull down your pants and feel the freshness, an ultra fresh day's
Morning
and Night, fresh clean feeling start shines the Morning, and rainbows
the sky
even at night with ultra-fresh Euro-Victory Wipes specially for
American men.

Since 1802. Made in Scottland.

You need it. It brings an end to those deranged provocations, believe
me.
You need it. You need it all over.

Why am I talking to the mentally ill when I have such a bright future
in front
of me? Who cares if my customers are straight or gay, mentally ill or
normal, as long as it sells and changes the world we live in.

Here are some proofs of our products, here we have a man with a weird
face before, and a face after (howdy lady)! A complete transformation
into a gentleman. These are real stories, how this product changed
lives of real people.

Before (sour face, straight from the sour curtain USA): "Is he one of
those..."

After: "howdy lady!"

By the way 'bait stalking" games are criminal, resembling racist parts
of
the USA and don't do it. It's worse than racism, it is criminal
stalking online.

Before you get cyber-terrorist labels, I thought I should warn you for
humanitarian crimes online.

At least you get to hear what other parts of the world are saying
about your
1802 American Freedom Fantasy Games.

Nobody likes Angry Americans, John Googelly, Sir John Googelly on a
horse
outlawed, outfashioned, outstyled, outmachined, outbrained,
outknighted,
by a lonely man on a white horse, Lacrimus who is set to take all
women
to a lake, a Santa of Gods, a poet of his time, out to sword in an
older time
this time against Sir John Google on a horse, straight from 1319
though
from the white horse, sword to sword, the horses are not western, they
are actually flying above a lake in a deadly battle of Gods:

Human rights are watching you. You don't threaten people online that
you
bait around. Fascism is gone too. Stop the 1802. Stop it. Stop it!
STOP IT!
My head is ripping apart. Where am I? Radical extremist times. On to
1319, the lake. Keep in mind, ultrafresh!

Turn to human rights, and fight Sir John Google. The horses here fly
up
to the clouds, and the fight goes on in fierce battles. Women were
spotted
by the lake by Sir John Google and he won the battle against Lacrimus.
Lacrimus, the man on the white horse sank to the bottom of the lake
and disappeared in the darkness and said good bye to his Lacrimosa,
the woman of the world. If you believe in Santa, you believe in
Lacrimus,
he comes once in a while and takes all the women in the world to the
lake.
Mozart wrote a music on Lacrimosa in Requiem. The battles resurfaced
between Lacrimus and Sir John Google, Lacrimus wasn't alone and
ran accross Sir John Google up in the clouds, but lost the large black
horse
from sight with Sir John Google in a cloud.

Move away from radical extremism, perhaps there is a more pure time
back
in 1319.

Before I move in time, all I have to say is: "He is one of those...
(brown spit),
damn boy." What a culture, straight in a radical extremist country,
and
what a frozen time."

I have to say I speak 4 languages. Never in my life I saw newsgroups
of
other countries speak of trolls or labels on people.

1802 insanity.

He is one of those... he is one of those! No more secrets. He is one
of those.