seni fena fuckarim

i want join the lys5 at this year , can you give me anything advice?

Why 2 comes after 1 my friend? Explain it

You annen gibildi hemde my tarafından

Are you anan

hey can i help you

screw you guys i'm going home

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little kafir? Wallahi I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in Dawla's elite mujahideen, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Rawafidh bases, and I have over 300 confirmed beheadings. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire Islamic State armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another murtad. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this earth bi idhnillah, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, murtad. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Dawlah cells across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the SVBIED storm, you majoos. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, murtad. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in jumping through flaming hoops, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Islamic State and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable infidel ass off the face of the continent, you little safawi shit. If only you could have known what holy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue and accepted Islam. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn kafir. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kafir. Die in your rage.

This diss is from mardinlee punk and hiz group gifted to your moms pussy mother fucking bitchs
63 stayla i put golf club to your moms pussy
To make the hole accurate i dig your pussy
i make beatbox with your moms boobs
if i grab your sister i fuck her in the pussy
63 stayla arrived rotarite is here
digged your sister's skirt
kurdish slide you
lave kuçuku kera bawe tenne (eko)
wekare rotari davakşera tenne kuze (eko)
cetta huta bıkıri kera (eko)
63 stayla i will slide to your mom Vella
full a kurd here
going to fuck your sister
vira city trouble
will fuck ur mom in underground grave
mardinlee punk will fuck your sister and mom kum kum (eko)
you son of bitches did u diss me
you got a big trouble on yourself
your moms is there and there became a whore
Then come here give us your mothers and we fuck them and earn you money
your mom wife daughter aunty uncle grandfather grandmother baby in the swaddle msn friend freedom cüledini science fcience your science biran stili trouble slide your mum fuck
eze kuze keta football tope dexı me (eko)
eze şımde hın bawe doksana kale mırkuzıdye tev hatenyo lave kuçuku kera tu çeva karış rotaride dıdı eze kuze hotane (eko)
tam bi kurtun damane eve kuze hotu cetene (eko)
biran style fuck your sister (eko)
if required i ride your sister throw fish rod at your sister
in sea sand your mum mussel
im a kurd
biran style trouble's nephew
i put your head back to where it came from
you son of a bitch if you throw insults to my uncle
ill bang you all
son of bitches
i plant tree to your mums pussy
in shadow i fuck your sister
Sons of bitchees

sak may dik biç

filiz let's make love

hi i can speak Kurdish well an example : Her Biji Serok Apo

Ulan ülkeyi ingilizler işgal etti Sandım Oruspu cocukları

dear my panpi. i would like to ask you one easy question. why we live, what is our purpose ?

thanks for your time.

cya.

Finally, someone who can speak English well.
Someone he is not ignorant.
Someone could be a friend to me.

Don't care about fucking trolls buddy.

adam ingilizce geliştiriyo amk burda

To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous
fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of
troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to
sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand
natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay,
there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams
may come When we have shuffled off this mortal
coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and
scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's
contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's
delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus
make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels
bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after
death,
The undiscovered country, from whose
bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of
us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and
moment
With this regard their currents turn
awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy
orisons
Be all my sins remembered.

i fuck your mother on bogaziçi bridge, asia and europe stands up and claps for me

Yes ay dozont