Monday, September 27, 2010

Back

Hey Guys,

sorry for not writing anything the last days.
I was in my new house fixing stuff and unfortunately there is no internet atm.

I'll try to write more the next days, but now i'm goin to do some paintjobs and stuff.
So, have a nice day and i hope to hear from you soon ;)

Greetings!

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