

ben voilà ...
AAAAAAAAAh, Angouleme, playing his même.Récupérez few tents in the decathlon, shove-it collage of drunken writers, readers tired, put it in dubious taste in decor, heating not care about flaming red, and you have to have a festival .. Angouleme, add a few specific ingredients .... noise, boredom, calculating ... and presto, you have a Alfred !
good, okay, I admit, one can watch a few, it's good .., David Chauvel, Jean-Luc Istin, Chaba, Laci, Christian, etc ... they have Tronches of excavated, but I kiss on the mouth anyway. I'm even back to Virginia Augustin, Virginia, which has the same humor that trucker moi.J 'were on the verge of folding into four, to put it in my bag and flee the Barnum finally able to discuss quietly .. because what he is frustrating is that these meetings are in a grim and all discussions are extremely factual and artificielles.Alors that one hums to everything we have said before .. did the coup, people drink too much ... ... ....
this is the positive part, end up, finally.

therefore, you sometimes weird stuff .. you have a David C. you a kiss because 1: he saw that your hands are filthy, covered with ink, residues of Mars. 2 because we are straight SUCCESSFUL whose legendary manhood can not be questioned. You argumentative, but flying over, staying in your artificial frustration, because, too much noise, people, too tired, then you go back to your activities until an author unknown to you, you alpague; you prune After fat (any fool, you remain urban.) and just when the man ahead of his checkers and asks you to connect with David susnommé.et there, you understand that you are in the Great Machine.et that finally, you're a moron, that people do not have to beat your poor person ... So, you drink.

otherwise the shows are nice, the Bull New York is full of fashion alternativo Lunch's authors, the Association does not leave his cartoons, you miss the meeting of the union, the restaurants are crowded, the croque monsieur is worth its weight in golden music remains strong on the stand the sun, and you continue to hate U2, it's cold .....


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