• _•_•_Bonne année troupe..
• _•_•_Mon changement d'année fut pour le moins FOU :)
• _•_•_Ben de l'alcool at Vicki's place.
• _•_•_Ensuite Caméléon, puis Évasion
• _•_•_De l'alcool plus que supportable,
• _•_•_Un décompte avec Drew.
• _•_•_Une soirée avec des Murdochvillois.
• _•_•_Un beau grand gars :D ..
• _•_•_Inconnu by the way haha.
• _•_•_Un ticket perdu,
• _•_•_Une enguelade pour mon manteau.
• _•_•_Et un lendemain de brosse difficile.
____________________L'année passée en anglais,
____________________Nous avons dut faire un texte sur life is good.
____________________C'était tellement mourrant,
____________________Que je vous le montre...
____________________Désolé pour les pourris,
____________________J'le traduis pas.
This is a true story about the life of the beautiful and sensual Antonio. He lived in Victoriaville with his little white cat «Pantoufle». He studied in the program ''arts & letters'' at the Cégep of Victoriaville because he wanted to become a famous poet. He also played golf because his father wanted him to be the next Tiger Woods.
One day, while he was practicing his swing in his backyard after his private course with Mike Weir, Pantoufle wanted to play with him. He started to run after the balls to bring them back to Antonio. Antonio was so concentrated on his swing than he thought that Pantoufle was a ball and he hit him powerfully. I have never seen a cat fly like this ! Pantoufle fell in the street and a truck full of golf balss smashed it.
Pantoufle was his only friend so Antonio fell into a big despair. He did not got to school for a week. Instead, he was listening to Britney Spears songs and eating Rolo ice cream. After this horrible week, he decided to make funerals in the memory of Pantoufle. When he came back from the animal cemetery, it started to rain and a truck full of white cats splashed him. He was wet, alone and sad.
When he arrived near his house, he realized that he had toilet paper around his foot. Suddenly, he saw a wallet next to the toilet paper. When he opened it, he did not believe what happened to him. That was the wallet of Tiger Woods. He saw also a parchment paper so he read it and he discovered that it was a poem written by Tiger Woods. He called him and they met at the Veteran restaurant. Around a big steak haché poutine, they discussed about the future of Antonio. Tiger offered him to publish a book with all his poems and to be an half-time dancer. Antonio is now rich, famous and happy... Life is good !
Pour 2009 je vous souhaite