® (Best) I love my bestfriend with all my boobs – I love my bestfriend with all my butt shirt
The Wanderer laments: I go to work as a hired laborer, working for fifteen years, hard to get three gold bars. I love my bestfriend with all my boobs – I love my bestfriend with all my butt shirt. Then exchange for six silver ingots, to a thousand square “silk prejudice”, to the “heavenly paradise” end with that jewel, why not let me in.
