Good luck virus

- Ein, zwei, la la la,
La la la, ein, zwei!
Ein, zwei, la la la,
La la la, ein, zwei!
Ein, zwei, la la la,
La la la, ein, zwei!
- Mr Gangrous, I can not believe that you sent your son to german playground! I subscribed my son to football club! You know - Barca in Barcelona, spain, 59, easyjet, stansted - you know what I mean?
- Johny-Jonathan-Marie! Come here instantly and present this falling gentleman all your Uber-skills! Start with pole-dancing!
And indeed the kid started to dance introducing its hips in rompy-rythmic resonance, raising its hands to the sky shouting: 'North pole' and then reaching the ground while yelling: 'south pole'
- Enough! Enough! Now I know everything! Your son is the princess!
- I don't understand. What do you minge?
- It's obvious. Your sibling is a princess with 20 fingers. How much did you pay her? She tried to get a job pretending my granny once!
- It is her! It is my wife! She lied to me she told me we had a son! Where is the nearest off-licence court? I need to get a divorce!
- Stop! Stop! Don't be silly! She did it because she loves you.
- Mein Gott! I didn't know she loved me! What a great news! Let's celebrate! Are there any celebrities round here to celebrate?
Having heard that, sperm of Kevin Spacey crawls out from behind the bush. Having seen it mr Gangrous excitedly exclaims:
- You! You! You! You are a seed of my celebration and you are the root for my happiness! Come in to my penis - you will be my son!

Mr Gangrous conceived a baby that night and lived with his wife forever (because they both caught immortal diseas)
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