Now, I think, she's eaten Pluto's breakfast and counts the dicks on her toes egg.
If you have time, you can flush the pitiful and self-pitying nonsense like "one person is like a team, lonely like a planet" down the toilet without blinking an eye.
Like Kitten, the hero in our film, he can put his feet up and fly freely in his "dear little cell".
I don't pretend to be lonely, I don't look like you want me to be.
No need for God's blessing, no need for parental protection.
Just let those serious earthlings beat their chests and stammer their resentment "How can she live so arrogantly"! ! !
Well, the truth is, I think too much. We'll have to keep haggling with the world until we don't have Pluto's breakfast.
For kitten, the only tool that can be used to bargain is to act like a spoiled child.
"I came to my mother, and London engulfed her."
"I don't think you'll give me any more roses, and maybe no sweets. But I still feel sweet at the moment."
"Mr. Police, if one day you come back Will the family hug me like this when they see me on the floor?" and
so on.
He is making a wish for the world that "does not harm world peace and cosmic equilibrium and does not matter".
But they all ended in dissatisfaction.
So, that bastard who said "a spoiled woman is the best life", why didn't he say what to do with a spoiled man!
Although, I'm sorry for not telling you yet, kidden is a man. However, who stipulated that a man can't have a girl in his heart, and transvestites are not killers and perverts? Who is it that allows those cute girls who pouted and patted false eyelashes, they are synonymous with innocence!
Our poor kitten, that is, the man who would be nailed to the front page of the newspaper with the "Smile of a Transvestite Babyfaced Pervert Killer" logo.
But he's actually more harmless than an ant.
People hated him only because in that era when they didn't care about food and vegetables, but only about guns and politics, he only cared about not tearing his Dior skirt when he was sent to the hospital after being blown up. He doesn't care about people's so-called "you don't know what you're fighting" threat, and he's fed up with "you're abandoned by the organization" shit. When his fat best friend is blown away, he throws his lover's gun into the river and fantasizes about saving the planet by killing his enemies with a Chanel codenamed perfume and a black tights and a yellow bikini.
He knew better than men that golden velvet skirts made pregnant women more happy.
He knows better than women, "Once you feel love, don't even think about it, just love."
As an "unwanted guy" abandoned by his parents, or what people call a "disaster", no one is better than him. Know how to be horribly beautiful at any time and not make sense.
However, people are more accustomed to using destruction to deal with things they deem unreasonable.
When Kitten met his biological mother, claimed his biological father, and his friend who had lost his husband and his unborn child, they were lying opposite each other, sleeping soundly and never having to drift apart.
They set a fire of hatred into his house.
Fortunately, the fire, kindly, only killed the house. Or, it was just a little pity from the director.
Kitten, who didn't eat Pluto's breakfast, how to keep fire, burglary, and reporters safe, fall in love, and love to go to bed, maybe he can't even walk away without fear of being stabbed to death by God, the only thing he can do is to scold those bullies after dinner. Kitten's bastard.
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