"Michal Misiurewicz" <m...@i...rr.com> writes:

> Trawa patrzy? :-)

Nie, w tyłek uwiera :-)

Pozdrawiam,
Grzesiek
--
There was a young lady of Gloucester
Whose friend they thought they had lost her.
Till they found on the grass
The marks of her arse,
And the knees of the man who crossed her.