a damn motherfucking cold beer.

mmmmm...

my friends calling me on a long distance just to tell me they like me very very very much...

i have to admit that this event is very tempting...

and i ain't no hippie.

if your pizza place is on guy,
i'm the one who yelled and threw a pizza at you the other day.

oatmeal and tabasco taste surprisingly good when combined.

i lied about the spaghetti

it's a good coffeemate substitute

i once put two cans of dog food in a potluck spaghetti.

and non-vegeterian people liked it.

i will steal money off of you

pointlesslesslessless threads, we call 'em.
silence is gold when you wonder what to say.

y do i have yellow bubbles on my cock?

y'all gotta stop trynna be hippie

the truth is revealed!

you look like wesley willis

nous les séfranc on bomb les tromé avec des gros tags dégueulasses au leather dye tout coulaaant !!

rastaman vibrations yeeeaaaah POSITIVE!

geeks

¡being such a great great great great great great great player!

oh, and buba the mexican junkie

heheheh

bark

i didn't expect to, but i had fun.

thanks to carlos being such a great singer and that special security guard...

yeah i saw that too.

pretty interesting, indeed...

great party, great people, great music, great deco.

it was so nice going outside for a break.
summer's coming!

too bad those motherfucking bikers had to come to sell and threatened my friend...

i hope there's gonna be another event like this one soon.

i'm playing harmonica along with bob dylan and johnny cash.

heeeeeeehaaaaaaaaan!

seriously, i wonder what kind of prime minister each of you would make.

and p.q. as "the evolution of nazism"?...
are you pityful enough to feel that you are being repressed ?
it is my pleasure to inform you that most jobs require that their employees speak and write BOTH french and english, not putting you dear monospeakers in a more difficult social adaptation.

-on dirait un débat d'élèves du secondaire simili-conscientisés-

my first rave was back in '99, weird event in the wild bush of australia.
it was called "blue light".
music was part djs part bands.
it was also one of my first times smoking WEED!
(oh an do i miss you, dear aussie outdoor that'd make us delirious...)

that was not long after my FIRST KISS with that aboriginal boy owen.
damn i liked that guy...

i will NOT be present.

c'mon... "eurodance" and "classic dance" aren't even music styles.

"je ne comprendrai jamais les drogués!"

you just CAN'T miss out on this party
deco's ripe, vibe's hype
...and i'll be the official goa christmas tree twister.

sooo BE THERE!

i was born as an androgyne...

hahahaha

hey! YOU!
get back to work!

but that's how i choose and like to live, no joke.

you'll get to know me better, eventually...

happy birthday villa sister!

kissy-kissy

aww simon, i really didn't mean to ruin your day...

during whole night, i spent about only 10 minutes in the "main room" (yknow, where the cieling would drip out gross sweat and dirt...).

but the first room was pretty chill, creating a different atmosphere from other idj's.

in general, though, i can go clubbing anytime... so i like ghetto parties better.

^^^because she's a dirty whore
:D :D :D

I dig the black girls, oh so much more than the white girls.
I was so pleased to learn they were faster.
C'est, c'est, c'est vous I'm after.

All comes a faggot white boy.
Said look, look, look first kind of joy.
They come around so queer and quiet,
as I rebel and riot.

Shall I dig the white boys?
All so much more that the black boys.
I was so pleased to learn they're not smarter.
Go on, give, give, give it to me harder, harder, harder, just say harded.

then what about its ecology ?

that's pretty pathetic...

tell me, how can dolphins masturbate ?