Visne partem mei capere? Comminus agamus!

You want a piece of me? Bring it on!

Puellae filiae agricolarum sunt. Puellae pulchrae sunt. Puellae nautas in via spectant. Nautae pulchri sunt. Puellae nautas salutant. O malam fortunam! Nautae male mares sunt. Nautae as puellas digitos impudicos porrigunt. Puellae nautas appellant, "Speramus naviculam misellam vestram as scopulum adlisam iri summersum." Puellae in forum descencere destinant et ibi mercimonium furari. Omnes paucis annis prosedae erunt.

The girls are the daughters of the farmers. The girls are pretty. The girls see the sailors in the street. The sailors are hunks. The girls say hello to the sailors. Too bad! The sailors are homos! The sailors give the girls the finger. The girls call out to the sailors, "We hope your stupid boat hits a rock and sinks!" The girls decide to go down to the mall and shoplift some stuff. In a few years, they will all be hookers.

This message has been brought to you by Scottie who advises: Te oportet futuere tete. It behooves you to go f*** yourself.