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Not Me, Venus Callipyge


Missing you,
This is not a burning in my veins hidden, Venus whole attached to its prey ...

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Ms. Kenza, Anne Roumanoff our national A grumpy smurf

Last night I went to see Ms. Kenza with friends. The room was packed coliseum. Upon his arrival on the scene, I discovered a Wajiha Jendoubi transformed an Anne Roumanoff Tunisia. Sassy, silly, the limit of obscenity, it confronts us with ourselves, our education and its contradictions. She tells us without taboos, fantasies of a woman married to a man she does not love and dreams the night of the desired man and his son who will eventually look like. Yassin, this big baby spoiled, insufferable brats like all his misery behind before the mother, like all mothers exceeded. Ms. Kenza wants her parents, her neighbors, her husband, herself, to society. It reminds us that finding oh so true, it is not the only educate, but everyone puts his oar in everyone's life and suffering. Whenever she suffers, she closes the door, windows, curtains ... she retreats. Exile meets her at the alienation and perhaps why her son is gone. Is it true that our Tunisia offers us nothing if we do not ... SON OF? A failure of an entire system probably plagued by big ass snake killers. Ms. Kenza rude, what a treat!

However, two major shortcomings:

Without embarrassment, Ms. Kenza, even when it sometimes gets lost in long lengths, is repeated and boring. The show would have benefited from being a little shorter and a little less sloppy towards the end.

Without Wajiha Roumanoff complex, sometimes even when it stings of Gad El Maleh Sketches (Sketches on the educational program, including the bathtub). We might have gone well, dear Wajiha. You have so much talent that you do not need to copy anyone. Be yourself, that's why we come to see you and not to see a translation of a Tunisian valve Gad.

Anyway, congratulations for this show and good luck!

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UGC

I went to the movies yesterday at UGC Les Halles to watch the movie A Brazilian family, as was the spring of cinema and the seats were 3 euros to 50 there was a crazy world.
I walk with my girlfriend at the entrance of the hall, there was a guy who took the tickets a big guy with auburn curls, Mr. Blonde in all its glory too polished, too well capped. But he had the misfortune to wear a blue suit and white shirt. And I do not know what got into me but I felt like shit from his mouth. I know not whence comes this little minx of wickedness. My eyes begin to shine, I start to smile dumbly and I leave my gate. "Ben would now vla the smurfs. Shocked the guy looked me up and down seem to say but what what it takes this stupid ho. I told him "well apparently now they hire smurfs to UGC. Well sorry, yer Mr. costume is white and blue. "Those who stood in line behind me burst out laughing
Then he looks at me and I'm sure if 3arbi Rahou sakhatni. It boils from the inside and he said annoyed, "What you bin then the Adams family! "It is true that my look Gothic chic has inspired no doubt! I do not stop me from laughing and throws him "and it took me to fall on increasingly grumpy smurf! "I'm outta here soon with my girlfriend. At least I would have enraged a M. le Blond, even a bit was a bit detached 3assab mel! Ah
as I can be sometimes ... plague.