The time is time to write, just when it is given a glucose, it is half-dead. Due to the order of the command, I want to see the text I wrote, I don't want to come. Code word, just knock on the keyboard, Microsoft pinyin can also be broken like a model sample.
Just saw a few acquaintances blog, especially a MM while drinking blog, good cool's realm! I also want to try to feel the taste of drunkenness, but unfortunately, the legendary alcohol allergy is got up. I remember the undergraduate graduation wine, and the push cup changed, it was not lively. Borrowing wine is close to the secret love, there is, the headache is crying, and the east fell, the West, the dream, the gods, the gods, the gods. I am alone, and I drink tea and Xuebi carefully blended "Lobo", cold-eyed look, looked at everyone to leave the past, and smirk, it seems to be a bit lost, and it seems to be illegal. I don't know if it is a feeling of drunkenness, that kind of dizziness, that kind of 踉跄, that kind of memory blank, or the brain suddenly blasted by explosive memory fragments. Only awake, clear look at your injury and giving the injury caused by others, there is no excuse, there is no courage to fight tiger, there is no confession, but after listening to the punishment of the impulse, it is a little bit -_-- b), there is no opportunity to send back to the dormitory by MM. It's a little bit of life, incomplete, manage him!
I have envy the new generation of beauty writers, and I have a strong popularity of the petty man, I have complained that my lazy, I curse you can't go back, now I am so awake, I want to think about my own mood, why do you want to manage others? Whether it is intended, it's so good, and I know that you will come to see me in the distance, see my mood :)
