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was my real party

week Last, it was my birthday. I arrive at the office and ...

COLLEAGUE
Hey, it's party at Sophy!

COLLEAGUES IN CHORUS
Sophy Happy Birthday!

ME
(embarrassed smile)
Thanks!

VOICE OF NEIGHBOR
a cubicle who is Sophy?

LOL.

Since I did not feel an urge to celebrate the crazy day that reminds me that time passes and I could fill better than that Cibola, I did nothing special for my birthday. For cons, I badly need to entertain me next Saturday so I went to Mouriaux with my dear Oli, who shared the same need. It was a real tour, we did not have much time to take root anywhere. We had the privilege of seeing Vincent Simon supermodel super busy student and her friend Kalee who showed us pictures of biggest penis in the universe. We danced with the Passport Saël Gazelle. I was so tuténarvée me to finally shaker on the buttock of the music I like that I almost spank Andrew Eldritch and many other dancers Darques because I can not dance gracefully. It was then rendered in Ambi, who received a few friends whose Vid0c , in which we slept. I wish to bring a gift for the trippy party Ambi, but he had a rice cooker. How I could lean against it?

short, this Saturday evening was very pleasant, and when I opened my eyes the next day at noon I saw Oli was replaced by a small gray cat completely adorabe nicknamed Chouchou (ooh! Chechou almost!). That is so darling in Molasses and Zucchini should make efforts to avoid feeling too has been. Molasses, despite its small shape sir no neck, is still capable of making lengths of corridor to catch a laser pointer. Zucchini and posing in a shoebox like a real top model.

Oli came back from her lunch (!) With a friend, then we went to see another of her friends. It has welcomed us into his lane with his little black dog mutant. I was afraid he lost his eyes, but that does not stop me from fighting with him sincerely for him to prove that I'm stronger bin. I won. Plus I saw Xena on TV in the background, it gave me just want to be a war winner. This was our last stop before returning to Quebec City.

Ultimately, we spent almost half the time by car. And I'm not complaining because I have to say that was traveling in a luxury car of the future. Yes ma'am. Oli is my fag because that tripe on tanks, and took the trouble to find us a great car. I do not share any of his passion, I have absolutely no interest in cars, those things that I identify by size and color, but this tank, WAW. I was already filled with heated seats (although sometimes it's annoying because you wonder if you're not pissed *), our musical choices and the ability to navigate on his MacBook, so when Oli discovered on the way back as the seats had a massage function, I was Yeul ashore. Mass and mass-cul-back. And not just vibrations that numb, nenon, a real relaxing taponnage. We tried to understand the buttons to organize a great massage from death, and Oli was there so he stopped on the edge of the highway to see it up close. An opportunity that has not been picked up by the 2-3 trucks that came close, I found it a little pocket to die just to get a massage ass. Anyway, this little road trip was so pleasing that we decided to drive to Argentina. Fuck the rest.

worse Oli Ah, this is the only person I can dance while driving.


* Bin see is not even true, it's just a JOKE URINARY.