Pölsa has no fear, cause he's got a lot of beer
I had a little frog once. A little green frog, very cute. And I loved that frog very, very much. It meant everything to me. And one day I woke up. The frog was gone. And I thought to myself that if the frog is gone, I'm going to kill myself. So I stood there in my boyroom with my stepfathers gun pointing at myself. Ready to kill. The little frog walks in to the room like this, and he stands and look at me. Then I understood. That if you really, really love someone, as my frog did with me, they can come back. And that's not only animals. It could be people also.
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