It's been a while since I put anything on this blog, how you have done for you without your lighthouse illuminate the thought ;?
OK, say loupiote the fridge thinking, if you want, but it's something.
Some people tell me "but so what?"
And I reply, "but oh, it's going eh, I have not got all day ".
Actually, I'm really hurt by doing nothing, (what are the dangers of idleness).
is a nerve that got stuck all alone. So I really hurt when I fiddle with the mouse. And that, it looks like so much as a divine punishment.
At this time, no less, I suffer martyrdom, just for you.
As Jesus Christ.
No, but do not thank me, it makes me happy, (such as JC, I tell you! We, messiahs, we're like that.)
So that led me to the doctor that I have, now that I am old. This is the lady who came when I almost died, as I am not death, (I'm very strong, but still not to the point of writing to you from the beyond), I kept as a gatekeeper.
Before, I was not referring doctor because our family doctor he left. He wanted more from us, his patients and he went I do not know what I know not where.
And suddenly, he was replaced by a weird guy who does not really seem to be a doctor.
I tell you this, you do not care, but it is to say, this is the shit to find a good doctor. But here, one that takes care of my pinched nerve, it is good, but I will not tell you who it is, because his waiting room was packed and it goes like this.
And there I was getting at, I leafed through newspapers in the waiting room for an hour and suddenly, I know stuff like: Jean Michel Larqué a little girl of six years in the Béarn or Liliane Bettencourt to an island in the Seychelles and the Cat Geluck really not funny.
Oh, no, but the Cat Geluck is not really as funny as Mr. POPO!
I do not know it was worse at that point and I had a compliment for what a reader told me anything as I am as funny as Geluck. In fact he did not care about my mouth?
The waiting room is good to see real people. Since my house, there are only creatures of dreams from time to time, it is necessary that I dive into the terrible reality of vulgus pecum scrofulous, the bacon and aging brawler in stockings.
what real life.
Wherever you go, now, we can not avoid hipster chick in jeans whose kidneys are seen when she bends down a bit and wears one of those crappy tattoos which are fashionable among morons.
So when will you understand, band woodcock, it fucks up the whole aesthetic of the fall of kidneys, your zigouigoui in the lower back?
Badgers fall in all panels and are losing all sense of things.
The tattoo is for pirates, convicts, the bad guys, it's not for grannies to low-rise jeans!
The dotted around the neck with a guillotine "not having not taken", "neither God nor master" in blue ink, it could have a certain charm on a real hard but your tattoos is the decoration, it makes no sense, you monkey marginals feet warm and suddenly, it is vulgar.
But fashion and cons that we can do nothing, the only positive thing in all this is that fashion, it does not last but your pathetic crap graphically are there to and it will always laugh employees of nursing homes and embalmers in a few years.
If only they were tattooed Mr POPO CATS Geluck or at least that we would make the reading.
Well, as I can not do mouse, I put one of my secret works of collage of small heads.
And it's funny because a guy who contacted me to buy an original panel from the comic book "LONDON" is left with a plate of these collages, I do not know if it's because he counted the boxes and he felt he had more for his money ...
You can see one another and details on my 'blog drawings "in the link bar, if it connects you.
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