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Jean-Philippe
03/2003 - 12/2005

Ladies, gentlemen, is not without some emotion that I must tell you, with five months of pain behind the tragic death of Jean-Philippe, yucca and friend, took place in its second year.
disease, yes sir, illness, decided to bring in limbo my old companion in misfortune, after several weeks of terrible suffering, of course (not because when we called "the disease" should be doing things as they should). So much so, that I dare not describe the circumstances under which this atrocious little dear has left us.
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Okay, so I say: I do not know what happened, it rotted from within. Si

What's crazy is that outside there was aware of nothing. He always looked well, serene. And then suddenly, the leaves lose their green yesteryear to become yellowish. Finally, I resigned myself to him in a tear, to establish a Diagnostic, and because I had always secretly wanted to make him suffer (Huh? No no, I have not talked to suffer m'enfin, a little outfit ...) and inside the trunk was filled with more ...
(Shit, I do not know what's in the trunk of a yucca when it is not rotten.)
short, it was no longer filled with [insert stuff here yucca], but in a blackish substance and extremely nauseating, admittedly.
Well, do not mince our words: Jean-Philippe, on his deathbed, stank ....
Jean-Philippe, was the next Yucca dormant in all of us (yes, looking good, not right, here ...), it was the deadly sting of a leaf as sharp as lurking in the shade, was a touch green and dusty in a gray and dusty.
But Jean-Philippe, was also a friend, a confidant, a shoulder (well, not) mellow (either) and welcoming (yet) on which it was good to pour out (well not finally).
Jean-Philippe was finally an accomplice, always willing to commit the worst crimes. Let us remember that under the kidnapping of fabulous fleafou , fomented by Jean-Philippe and myself, at other times, other blogs. Also note that the victim has since raised the green flag on his blog, probably a sign of mourning, you know, Stockholm syndrome and all ...
Decidedly he was not good to be green in 2005, which is yucca or even blog ...

Adieu, Jean-Philippe, may you rot in a soil more fertile than the one that saw you born, and give your life to turn a pack of small yuccas all the more sadistic than the others, who I hope your work will perpetuate.

(If you want to leave a little note, a book of condolences is available at the bottom of this post.)

I must leave you, it's still very fresh in my memory, so I'll withdraw in silence to go alone in my Chouin neighborhoods (Hein ? Play? Oh no, no, you do not think ...).

I wish you good morning.