07/07/2021

4ajbukoshka
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Ayyayaya coco jambo ayyayai!
Put me up, put me down
Put my cocktail on the ground
Put some hazelnut in it
That makes me happy!
Put me up, put me there
Raffaelos everywhere
Put me up, put me down
And make me happy!
Put me up, put me there
Dolce, Dolce everywhere
Like that Italian boy
Who makes my heart go
Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai!...
To answer the question in advance, YES, ona soshla s uma (she went crazy). But a long, long time ago.
And so Tshajbukoshka hops tipsy-spirited through the summer, through the city, music in her ears and Dolce Garden on her fingers (after all, she listened to Signor Polecat Cravacho for once and tried his thimble method in what is now the third test today).
Dolce Garden starts off slightly alcoholic and fruity, the tangerine falls rudely against Tshajbukoshka's nose and rolls off nicely as soon as it does.
"When are they finally coming, the liquid calories that don't end up on my hips?!" muses Signorina impatiently to herself as a whiff of cocoa surrounds her (even though it's not listed, it's been sitting on the table for half an hour easily). One by one, the Raffaelos plop into the cocoa. Here and there, a whiff of florals blows around Signorina Verfressovna Tshajbukoshka. Which? Robots with mustard, is her egaaaaal.
She's in einklyang-ylang with herself.
And if she hasn't died, she continues to gobble up Raffaelos while dancing and sipping her hazelnut cream coconut cocktail.
"Perché la vita è bella perché la vita è rara!" (Tiziano Ferr[er]o: Balla per me)
Put my cocktail on the ground
Put some hazelnut in it
That makes me happy!
Put me up, put me there
Raffaelos everywhere
Put me up, put me down
And make me happy!
Put me up, put me there
Dolce, Dolce everywhere
Like that Italian boy
Who makes my heart go
Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai!...
To answer the question in advance, YES, ona soshla s uma (she went crazy). But a long, long time ago.
And so Tshajbukoshka hops tipsy-spirited through the summer, through the city, music in her ears and Dolce Garden on her fingers (after all, she listened to Signor Polecat Cravacho for once and tried his thimble method in what is now the third test today).
Dolce Garden starts off slightly alcoholic and fruity, the tangerine falls rudely against Tshajbukoshka's nose and rolls off nicely as soon as it does.
"When are they finally coming, the liquid calories that don't end up on my hips?!" muses Signorina impatiently to herself as a whiff of cocoa surrounds her (even though it's not listed, it's been sitting on the table for half an hour easily). One by one, the Raffaelos plop into the cocoa. Here and there, a whiff of florals blows around Signorina Verfressovna Tshajbukoshka. Which? Robots with mustard, is her egaaaaal.
She's in einklyang-ylang with herself.
And if she hasn't died, she continues to gobble up Raffaelos while dancing and sipping her hazelnut cream coconut cocktail.
"Perché la vita è bella perché la vita è rara!" (Tiziano Ferr[er]o: Balla per me)
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