Today I just like Brigitte Bardot (you will understand how close we are later in the article), a scream. But before you push it, I'll stop surreptitiously to wonder why, after all, you can not make a sound. It can be like a sofa you want to move: depending on where they are, where we hope it is in the near future phases of the moon and the maturation of leeks in the garden of my great aunt, you can choose to push or pull ... Well, since that is the custom, and I reserve my rebellion to read my article, I'll push my cry, and not pull ("- Horreuuuuur! thou hast pushed it too no longer aligned with the living room rug!! - Push your sofa all alone, what did you need to move furniture every month? ").
So I push a cry (but not too far away to not be glued to the wall either) to alert people of the growing consciousness of individuals. Including a despicable individual who has certainly greasy hair but that has little to do with sauerkraut, though, if still a bit, and found it reasonable to steal my cell phone in the locker room gonflette my room. Clearly, this man
- did not read my last article (which in itself is a major cause of public humiliation torture embellished)
- had not seen the movie with the girls who castagnent inline skates ("Whip It" by VO, "Bliss" by VF)
- I did not know that skates and I know how to use
- did not know that I'm feminine enough to enter a team of roller
- did not know that as I am the dancer I m'épile legs and therefore I am eligible to compete in races skate mini skirt with integrated castagne.
So he thought he could bite me my laptop (fashion accessory of a Brand apple-shaped), without a horde of Castagna rollerblading and mini skirt descend on him like ... Go and finish this sentence yourself to comment, give me 10 euros, and win a month's subscription to "Esthetic Center Mall Intermarché Rennes Longchamps. "Esthetic Center, beauty for her and the beauty at a low price.
I'm looking for a girls' team gets waxed in possession of rollers, mini skirts, the character of Margaret Thatcher or Tonya Harding, whose main fantasy in life to punish the men with rifle butts Hockey. It must be. Incidentally, I 'm also looking for a rugby team. Indeed guilty of the horrible rape of my iphone has not yet been identified, it is not unlikely, given that frequent my room gonflette, whether 200 kg of pellets in muscles androforme structure of bull-necked, with biceps as my thighs. The kind of vision that would be likely to substantially reduce the aggressiveness of a team of female roller.
Once the culprit caught, I will hold here a competition game where each participant can propose a method of torture to punish the triple nozzle. The five most original methods will be practiced by professional torturers and everything will be filmed and broadcast on Virgin 17.
Not because the most troublesome in this story is that in my iphone there were all my music and I listened to bottom with a giga helmet that made me look like Mickey while I was training at the gym. Or at the very least 4 hours of daily use. Using that, plus give me the intense joy of listening to "the Sugar Plum Fairy" by Tchaikovsky in the middle of bodybuilders, protected me from hazardous interactions that plague this kind of places. With my giant headphones, nobody dared speak to me, and if by misfortune a ball too enthusiastic and too confident nevertheless ventured to speak to me, I could pretend not to hear, what was most true time (I always listen very hard Nutcracker). There
without my headphones, assaults are far more numerous. And despite the look killer Sicilian arm of honor and the knee in the parts which are the usual hospitality to strangers that I reserve too talkative in the gym. Obviously, I thought to wear headphones anyway, and stuck the other end the cable into my pants ... But it's too "my genitals have something to say to me, and I listen dragging me."
short pass over my anger, and talk about things as fun as the 80% discount at the end of the balance, the movies where you drink and smoke with naked girls, my recent marriage, OJ Winter night, and the fact that I became a father last weekend for a family to turn green with envy Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie ... It is here, we're not one to waste time.
Let's start with the end balances, what is itself a terrible misery, but that has its good sides anyway. In fact the sales period, such a splendid ancient heroine does not die without having a final sublimated in a glorious explosion of splendid bravery. If you want to better represent these abstract ideas, listen to Dalida-Mourir sur scene. So last week dragging my weekend jog through the streets of reindeer, hoodie, and hat's van in reverse of circumstances (single cap was upside down), I found a leather jacket 19 euros a dozen DVDs to one euro coin (note that I would not have paid a penny more for each of these films, but hey, we can make the shelves sticky plastic boxes between them, and then the DVDs I put in my cornfield to scare naughty crows).
And then I went to Sephora to see if by chance there was a little beauty at a discount there ... And I found the famous "water antioxidant boost" Dr. Brandt to 50% ... As it should, I started dancing a medley of love with other customers of the store, just to serve the overflow of joy that had suddenly filled, then I pushed all old waiting to checkout to chopping my wallet on the nose of a good salesperson, my orgasm apparently left perplexed.
So since last weekend, every morning I drink a glass of water equivalent to 25 cups of tea. It's written on the label, so it's true. I can tell you that there is no trace of rust in my body, no offense to my detractors. Only downside: I'm working on a military platform ultra secure, on which there are no toilets, and where every time you come back they'll have an MRI that you complete your search as far as toenails ... Imagine seeing after drinking 25 cups of tea, how many times must I come home and sort of platform every morning ...
But why that had you need t'anti-oxidize like that Thomas , you say? But if you tell me, you see ...
It's simple, it's because I went to see "Gainsbourg, heroic life" film. And inevitably I fell in love for the character, and as there is a little gray matter in all this after-shampoo, I understand the film's message is that the genius of the writing is born of alcohol, tobacco, and women naked. So for not corrode under the influence of naked women, I take antioxidants. And every morning, when a sun ribbon wound on your hand and caress my shoulder, I turn languidly naked in my white sheets, to emerge gracile between disordered parts of my hair fragrant, sensual whispers and I "is Are there croissants? What France Info invariably answer "it is 8am and you listen to France Info," which generally means no. Me not removed, I put on my waders, my mini leather shorts, my leopard-skin coat, my Afghan hound, and I wake up and no, I'm still not Brigitte Bardot. First disappointment of the day. Shitty life.
Report to the inherent need of a naked woman in my ambitions brilliant author, I was forced to commit a wedding last weekend. Yeah it's already quite demanding, this duty of woman naked, so I told myself as I was going to do to hire a full time home. So I get married on facebook (because it is more reasonable at first), with Sonia goddess of gloss and mille feuille, which is a being of light, and in many respects the worth (his blog is linked in my favorites). Except that she is traveling in Zagreb, and it is becoming communist. So I may be marrying Gregory saw the picture because it has placed on his profile of "magicians dare" it's worth it ... But he is also Jewish ... Between a Communist and a Jew, what I'm going to be??
(PS, for all the people highly sensitive to facebook, I'm kidding. I'm not anti-Semitic nor cocophobe. Finkelstein rue des Rosiers is my favorite pastry and I spent my last vacation ... here in Zagreb, that 's story was that my account is not removed immediately).
So the wedding is done. News
very hot since it is a tropical climate in Vancouver: Tonight begins the Jos winter! Except as is it Vancouver also Jos night, which I have a serious problem. Indeed, for those following a little, until recently one of my pleasures (or vices, depending on the point of view) were favorites of me up on razor blades and m'exploser violently on a surface hard and icy. I did this several hours a day for years, and then I managed to stop. But I miss it. So I like to put down the TV night to watch others do it. A bit like a nympho porn materait night when his psychiatrist he was prohibited from practicing his downfall. Sometimes I look encrypted on Eurosport I not on my freebox, or on German channels. Ralala skating German ... So a few sleepless nights in perspective, hence need an antioxidant, and the need for "Esthetic Center. "Esthetic Center, beauty for her and the beauty at a low price!
And finally, my large family, because after all what good is marriage if you do not train reduction card? My large family is a whole group of artists which I gave birth last weekend. A range of artists in a way. I called "the magician dare" and that makes me completely gaga. In good doting father, I never get tired of making the promotion by sending invitations stupid ...
The full scope is visible on the Facebook page "wizards dare." For now I intend to keep them all, so do not ask me if you can adopt is not. But you can become a fan, or even join our group if you want to join our projects!
