Sometimes guess we would ask for my opinion. Pure mythomania from me, of course, but here goes anyway: this madness prevents me from seeing the bird poop on the windows of my apartment split shabby.
- Hello Mr. little fascist who does not want to admit it.
- Hello, journalist Marianne ... Yes, because, well, I can not stand Marianne, I have already said, but I must have come back ever. It's the mud, but I love me rolling.
- Okay so anyway, do you claim the second degree, but with the regularity of a machine stuck on Teutonic Invasion Polish, you return to the fun you'd have to build camps to bake your enemies and everything tralala. What do you think?
- Marianne What is a duck shit. Yes, I know, this is not exactly your question, but that is exactly my answer. Monomania, I tell you.
- Yesh, but it's normal that you think that because we read that Marianne postman knocks on the red, you're admiring a zealot a bit complacent and thought that question, except to try to raise hustler in your little ways, there's nobody ...
- You are completely stupid, really? That's it. You are completely con. You have done Science-Po, right?
- You have to get to your level, my man. It takes a hell of a workout. Ticket in the ticket, you swing the same stereotypes, the same bits of sentences, and lack of humor in poop nervous, you have managed to lose absolutely all this happiness that was just reading your blog was still funny ... y ' what ... one year. Now, it's hot vomit, your story.
"It is happy to say that uh ... Yes it's true good, it is a bit rotten my blog. But it's an acquired taste: people coming back. Most, crack pipe and a little troll. It's like bad life: no practice really, everyone talks about two minutes and it takes people to the coffee machine for messing around. But ... nanoscale is the footprint, as I like to say.
- Ah! Two seconds of lucidity? It is rather rare, but should enjoy. It makes you what, exactly, you realize, ticket after ticket, people laugh at you? Beware, I say fun, but fun as we laugh a teen in crisis growth, eh, not like it mocks a buffoon who, bittersweet but clever, could disrupt the reflection by the impertinent questions and deep .... No no, I'm talking instead of ... condescension, here is this: you made the condescension with which people read your ... how to say ... your prose?
- Uh, I do not feel well ... I ... I am restless and I get all red ... Oh no, it's true, that I already am. A death.
- AH AH AH, one sidesteps the issues that upset, eh? Huh? And yes, that's it, eh, whenever it tickles a bit at things that are objective and true, pffouuuu, there is no one, hahaha, I knew it, when Rammstein say listen we all know here that you listen to Leonard Cohen in a bubble bath in tears ...
- Good, but not least I am a tough guy, I can not stop to write in my blog is proof, that myself, I am the Vic Mackey of técis of Touloose! I'm melting and chocolate three times a day, I lift the weasel like no other and I have a real ambition in life after Pinpin grow in armchairs, you become a school teacher! I know I can!
- Yes, er if you want but do not shout, it happens in the treble is very unpleasant, eh. You are not safe to do so hoarse squeals of these kittens killed, it is painful, a little ... I think I'll leave you, actually. Z'avez twix forgiveness of melting to move, it seems ...
- That's right, flee. As you flee from the real issues that bother. Ah, you can be sure that tomorrow you will burn in Thierry tickets online on the blog the most read of gochosphère. I can already see hat: "Flew over a nest of centrists" ... It will be as usual, although with a biting attack at the beginning of sleep, a nap in the middle and a little nap on the end which ends in a totally agreed! You see, it will give serious! When Thierry is loose enough to give tickets that hit! And then you see he has time since he has this job weekend which puts him in full searches, he can devote himself to the greatest blog gochosphère and with women it péchooooh oooouiinn beeeeuuu oh wah snif ... wah beeeuhhhhh
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