A place far away in my memories.
In every mountain of garbage there is at least one.
A terrible 1980 musical with grown up men dancing like crazy in ridiculous panties. In 2009 they even made a remake. Can you believe it?
At the moment a bike, but when I grow up I want a F-16 jet fighter.
I don’t know.
Donuts are forever.
Isn’t that a religious practice of offering food, objects, or the lives of animals or people to the gods as an act of propitiation or worship? WTF, I am not a religious freak.
The Backstreet Boys.
They’ve got hair everywhere and want to share it with everyone. I rather have a black pony.