'Hello Count Ugolinoball' jean claude junckerball, runs towards a head stuck in a sea of ice. 'What are you gnawing?'
'it is the the nape of archbishop ruggieriball, care to join me?

'no thank you, me and my lover must get a cookie from the next webpage'
Count uolinoball turns to you, eyes filled with jealousy 'don't forget to make sure cookies are turned on'

I must turn on cookies to collect my cookie, thank you ice creture.

I am on private browsing, if my boss finds out I am looking at poland balls I will get fired. I also hate my job and want to get fired, so i will return to poland ball land.