Knot Where My Lip Ring Is

We lost

In a semi dark, moist, I scan without conviction last episode of harrowing adventures, and sorry to doubt my fiance . And that, for scientific purposes, you understand.
A phrase comes back, haunting: "But hell, she is dumb!".
(Yes, well, I know, I'm in the game, these are things that happen even to the elite.)
Jean-Philippe is at my right, stoic, as her good habit. This is the advantage of the Yuccas on us humans: even in the worst moments of his life, the Yucca is right in his boots, unperturbed. Even in the twilight of its existence, the Yucca fixed tirelessly the blue line of the Vosges, and fuck you (the "con", "I want to add).
By the fact, even before my fiance doubt, Jean-Philippe did not react. It is very, very hard, the guy.
me during that time, I got a little feel like spilling the bleach in the ears to wash my head a little. (Do not do it at home, it stings. Or if, do so, but not tell it's me, and do not come complaining if you die.)

I wonder where the world . Four weeks ago, or something like that, Elisabeth Quin managed to put the word burlesque when a movie review. Everything was perfect. Top
definition!

[Speaking of writing, speech, a lang., Style] Who has the character of the rigmarole. Synon. confused, obscure.

I thought again of the text of Balzac: Top
quote! (Yes, I decided to put "Top quote!", "Top definition!" And punctuations epileptics everywhere, it gives a damn dynamism to the story, do not you think? Well ...)

"New words created by events, or those places at the whim of fashion, give first the conversation those who use it I know not what obscure and nonsensical that gives them a superiority sudden, they seem profound to those who do not understand. " H. de Balzac, The buzzwords

Yes, because I do not know about you, but when I find me that everything is perfect, I think of stuff written by great authors I have ever read. And I play a little lute, too.

And therefore, what, four weeks, I said, everything collapses.
Already, there is no doubt my fiance , which is still a quality program. (I give us another two weeks before that an obese takes place lynch in the street.) And I wait impatiently for the little moralistic verse that is sure to arise at the last episode. A bit like, "You know, even though large are filthy and disgusting of beings, remember that under the pile of loose flesh there is a small heart stuck in the fat trying to beat. Large are People just like everyone else, do not throw their stone. (You can still throw their stones if you're too itchy ...)".
Well, then, two days ago, all the newspapers of all TVs in the world, and I exaggerate only, opened for breakfast, lunch and dinner on the return of Zinedine Zidane in the France team football. Z'allez I say "Roooh, it goes bah eh! It changes the dead and wounded!".
Vui. But
good.
Shit.
Making the opening of a newspaper because an autistic (almost bald and more, it will fail more obese!) Who used to kick a ball that good but it was more like, well, there, hop, he again wanted ... Well, okay, but it is not essential to essort a population, eh? (Tell me that this is NOT essential, I beg you.)
add to this the fact that I'm on vacation ...
...
With a cold.
Yes, you see, some go on vacation with a good book, I stay home with a bad cold. We take care as we can, eh. (And do not judge.)

short, admit on: everything is done for, we are lost.
Huh?
You can tell me, I'm willing to listen.
...
Good.
And do not tell me that suddenly, like that, because I quit smoking, gnagnagna, I suddenly puts everything dramatize to compensate.
pffffff ....
...
Anything.

I wish you good morning.