In the country where I come from, Romania, men have the stench of their mouths and the faces of gods, stolen from sacrifice. They often marry exotic flowers, called wives, undressing their hidden PAPAYA. According to ancient customs, everything I eat and love is an offer from hypermarkets. Shares flicker in the evening in their cheap watches like fire. On Dymbovitsa, on Siret, on Olt, on Tyrnav. In the country where I come from, the hypermarket is constant in its offers, and men kiss applications every moment like icons. The country from which the traveler comes is a country full of diuretics. This is what is written in the product description. Who protects me?

One roared in my face. He chatted with his wife via video chat.

Mommy look pear williams. And so? Well, they are rocky. Come on, that’s an offer! Well, they are cool! You take it, take it! I also went to Williams pears, enchanted. He put his hand on the pear. They were solid. But the price was double. From 8.29 they reached 4 and 19. I became a slave and blind. Did I need pears? no What the hell am I supposed to do with pears like that? I am in the middle of winter. Put them in bean soup? Now is not the season for pears. And if I feel like it, I go to the market and buy Romanian pears. And there was also an offer of khaki color. The table above is repeated. Come on, khaki! This is a diuretic! The husband was televised by his wife only for proposals. Good, bad. Blag, I watched in fascination. The man stuffed himself with kaki, passion fruit. It was full of cheeses, all kinds of things that had expired. I followed him for a while. I wanted to be like him. From time to time, the mother convinced her husband in the video chat with all kinds of memorized explanations. What potassium does he have, what iron will he eat on bread in the evening. How useful each of them is. It is a diuretic, causes flatulence.

God forbid, I suddenly stopped. Traffic in the hypermarket was robotic.

And the mind of the couple talking on the video was seriously messed up. Guided by the offers, they knew their advantages. Benefits dictated by the offer. Advantages dictated by a huge octopus supply. But everything, everything is a lie, brothers. We take off the shelves not only the offer, but also profitable offers for brothers.

A huge lie. Have you ever taken money for petty cash?

You’ve checked their iron, magnesium, nonsense in leaflets. Then lies are so common because they sell us all kinds of nonsense and exoticism. What kind of mother raised me, my mother raised me with khaki? Why do we buy khaki out of desperation? And it’s not just poor kaki, which sounds like kkt in Romanian. No, we have a lot of these little things for sale. The very thought that they are stealing our offer turns us away from the simple choice. We are stealing our own freedom, we are changing our brains every day.

And as I say a thousand times, it is not the hypermarket that is to blame, but our poverty of spirit.

Our lack of discernment. You don’t realize it, but plants that don’t exist are being inserted into our brains. In face creams, in foot cosmetics. The labia of a bull, the almond saliva of a frog, the tickling of a quilted tit. There is, isn’t it? IS! on the avenue. Zanthoxylum Piperitum fruit extract, Pulsatilla Koreana extract, Usnea Barbata (lichen) extract, Citrus Paradisi (grapefruit) extract, panthenol, sodium hyaluronate, dipotassium glycyrrhizate, Laminaria finger extract, Fucus pulmonata extract, Currant extract, Punica Granatum fruit extract, Ficus carica (Fig) Fruit Extract, Morus Alba Fruit Extract, Ginkgo Biloba Nut Extract, Diospyros Kaki Leaf Extract, Castanea Sativa (Chestnut) Seed Extract, Quercus Acutissima Fruit Extract, Acetylhexapeptide-8, Copper Tripeptide-1, Glycerin, Hydrolyzed Rice Bran Protein, glycine-soy (soy) protein, superoxide dismutase, butylene glycol.

So many little things!

This is our life, this is our strength. Long live the offer, long live Kakimania. Our country is our country. If it’s a limited offer, you can’t beat it. Our country is our country. We are Romanians, like Christmas trees. we Romanians are like wheat. we Romanians are like fire. we are a bit crazy but Romanians

TO EAT better, read the article again:

I’m Romanian, I’m on offer! People born from father KAKI and mother PAPAYA

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