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like a virgin and other junk

"Once is enough." It is in this engaging title that took place, Thursday, a show wannabe drag queens and drag kings in grass at the cabaret dredge the gates of Old Quebec.

A gay bar, hey yeah. "But Quossai Sobeeee!, You say you knew you were trends (...) but lààààà! And then your Chom?!?" Do not worry. This is my lovely roommate, the beautiful S. (Anonymity, do not forget!) Who dragged me there. Reluctance, I went to anxious, nervous, anxious, died of laughing, then delighted. Wow! What a show my friends!

Along S., one of his colleagues (gay), a friend (lesbian) and his girlfriend, and a friend (hetero) with big tits looking for another potential hetero friendship (and maybe more), I admired the large swaying perruquées asparagus, sequins, ribbons, heel-raised, etc.. Under a storm of applause that are reached (s) Françoise Virgin (which has the name of a virgin, they say), Mathieu-I forget the name of sweet-scene ("It MA TOOOOOUNE !!!!", my roommate crying, overwhelmed) and a questionable remake of Celine (the look of Celine Dion's approach mom). In total, 5 and two drag queens drag kings (aka bouboule catfish). When it comes to colorful show, that's it. And it's funny! I loved it.

Side nightclub, for cons ... I do not tripe, particularly when the decibels m'explosent eardrums down her throat. So I cut short my swaying drunk roommate (and his intense cruises) to finish the evening with Flash Cafe (place too sweet-slash-kitsch of Quebec, where the Beatles played in the carpet walls where dozens of smiling Marilyn and Elvis on the ceiling decorated with a motorcycle) in front of a poutine.

Zouaves I dropped about 2:30 to go to bed. At work, the day was long, but loooong!

But I begin again without hesitation, anytime. Yay!

Do Models Wax Shave Chest

waffle

I published a few months ago, a post where some phrases heard at work made me laugh especially in the context of that particular job. A bad company came across this blog page (in a manner XYZ) and me delat, denounced, stools, etc.. with the responsible staff. Who was shocked black. That was beautiful nightmare. Who thought fuck me at the door pronto. Who still took the time to sit, treat me as an idiot mindless, give me a sermon, his eyes wide open ("Do you understand the SCOPE of your ACTS") as if I was a teenager caught Graffiti wall of the school or pre- adoe who steals the school fund to purchase rolling papers. Excused myself ("I understand, I understand, mea culpa, what a fool I was, what I was inconsistent, what a shame I am, what a model employee I am now!") And was forgiven. Still, I was forced to censor my blog. It's disgusting.

I've still got a good lesson: The blogosphere is a wicked world. It may even have had the Fonne with impunity. Trade names, trademarks (® © ™) and foulle known names are the best way to have the disorder at ku. Hold it for you said.

I thought about it, and at the end of my journey towards ripening, I concluded in my new and great wisdom, that I could nicely again by hiding the names. Especially that of my employer, whose reputation is so great and important. It applies to you too. Playing with words to that ever-slash-wicked informer stooleur does it take for my wicked-slash-vulgar Virtual cabbage leaf.

A guy I'm supporting attendance at work (call it Barbu-lisp-to-Glasses [BZL]) has a girlfriend nurse. I am doubtful this comment yesterday: "It's quiet these days, I told my girlfriend to do a little less work. As I inherit it from his clients after." Hmm ... at worst, believe it (I think they all think about it, damn capitalists) but do not tell me.

Yesterday: a guy from the lab (those dealing with the client the nurse was not busy enough) calls me and asks quite simply: "SoBe (pseudonym) you got you clothes? "No, my habits Zen-Taoist-graduate work tounu make me ... He was talking about clothes that the family would have left in the closet reserved for this purpose, the client lab, ex-client of the nurse. Guys, do not assume we understand all your sentences ladles, it can lead to funny misunderstandings ...

could remember other things I wanted to tell funny (now that I know divert téteux-slash-nosy) ... It will be a next time.

And that job making me think of G. (for anonymity) bravo the newlyweds! When will the photos? Kisses!

Wedding Card Wordings - Only God.....

Break

Perhaps you've noticed, I am very weak in the wonderful world of blogs, these days ... Hehe! Is that I lead a hectic life of a rare bike, work, sleep. Two jobs. Two evening courses at the University. week. All my trips by bike. Intelligence, wealth, tan legs and steel will be the result of my summer. Yay! I will also

a little bit in St. Armand. My last trip was on "my cousin's funeral." Not really fun. For cons, the end of last week I went to a recital of piano school for my little sister. I was delighted, really! Imagine the diversity of parts, some 8 students blithely passing the theme song from "Titanic" to a Chopin prelude, making a detour "I would like to see the sea", "All animals in the world" and "Tennessee" ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_rjfjYOs5g&feature=related ), we sometimes rewarding great pieces such as "Ballade pour Adeline" ( http://youtube.com/watch?v = 8_m8uMuLsl8 & feature = related ), "La Boheme" (listen also to those who does not have followed my previous post) and "Sonata Pathetique" ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FL0u9QXNvEg&feature=related ). A beautiful moment, anyway! (And hey, I preach to my church, you say, but the three best pieces [the ones I put the link] was played by my Shicklett!)

I also have the time, many, not do otherwise, for personal reading, and finally devour the entire work of Garcia Marquez, finally finished Robin Hobb finally discover Eco (How to Travel with a Salmon) Kippling (Jungle's book), Celine (Journey to the End night) Vian (The scum of days) ... All, the sun, with my lover.

Internet? The computer takes the edge. Not too eager to find him, it would mean too much a return to school.

's all, I have nothing particular to tell ... But you can always leave me, as Geraldine, comments on the readings announced or offer me more!