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la verdad de la milanga

 
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estoy hasta las bolas de la mesa de enlace...
...de buzzi llorando que le griten "oligarca"
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no podria hacerle caso al piojo lopez y cerrar el orto... aunque sea durante enero?
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  1. MP5 ene 2009, 9:48:00 a.m.

    A mí también me tienen podrido estos pibes. Le aplicaría un buen correctivo...

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  2. patricio5 ene 2009, 5:24:00 p.m.

    poly: no seas insensible che.......
    sabes lo que debe ser para un revolucionario como buzzi que le griten oligarca..........
    un poco mas de respeto por el sufrimiento ajeno.
    el orto no lo va a poder cerrar hasta que se la saquen biolcati y cia,y dudo mucho de que sea pronto,aparte parece que le gusta.

    saludos.

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  3. Juan P5 ene 2009, 9:21:00 p.m.

    Si la mesa de enlace fuera un niño de 8 años, y las retenciones fueran mi pene...

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  4. Hector Salto6 ene 2009, 1:05:00 p.m.

    @patricio: revolucionario de cotillon buzzi: pensar que hablo de que le gusta la bolivia de evo el chantapufi

    exactamente: le gusta, y parece que mucho

    @juan p: yo preferiria que la mesa de enlace sea una recien ingresante a sociologia, pero bue, gustos son gustos, aunque maestro, estem, no, nada, saludos

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