I'm listening: Song sligthly related.
I'm playing: Captain Pam, 21....
I'm working on: Pimpin' my bedroom
MotD:
- Vincent: Alright, well you can walk into a movie theater in Amsterdam and buy a beer. And I don't mean just like in no paper cup, I'm talking about a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy a beer at McDonald's. And you know what they call a, uh, a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
- Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
- Vincent: Nah, man, they got the metric system, they wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is.
- Jules: What do they call it?
- Vincent: They call it a "Royale with Cheese".
- Jules: "Royale with Cheese".
- Vincent: Thats right.
- Jules: What do they call a Big Mac?
- Vincent: A Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it "Le Big Mac".
- Jules: "Le Big Mac". [laughs] What do they call a Whopper?
- Vincent: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.
- Pulp Fiction
Bluetooth sucks like a thousand whores on crack. It has no range whatsoever, a shitload of passwords and doesn't work half the time. And the fucking name doesn't makes any sense ! Bluetooth ? What the hell is that supposed to mean for a wireless technology ?!
Well, I've been taking pictures (and a video) of my new and final flat, at The Hub, Dundee. Looks cool, neh ? Totally wicked compared others of about the same price, of even more expensive. And... I've got leather sofas, not the ones on the pictures. Don't ask why, I have no idea. As some of you may have guessed when reading the beggining of the bill, I tried to copy them on my laptop, but of course, it doesn't work. Fuck technology, I miss the time when we used to smack girls with some clubs to get laid and then go hunt some aurochs. Now it's all MySpace, Blogspot and Facebook. Seriously...
I may sound a little cranky, but it's allowed on birthdays. Yay. I'm so old I even did some traditionnal dancing yesterday at the Ceilidh the University organised for international students. I was of course designed volunteer for the demo... But I must admit it's quite awesome. Two/three drinks, some people, bagpipes and violins and the party can go on all night ! Beware of the muscle pain the following day, tho.
Well a new flatmate's coming, I'll go and help, even if I don't understand a word he says. I really need some practice.
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood - Eeek out.
Pic not really related, I just felt like posting it.
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oh ho ho happy beurrezdaiye my dear mister K ! (un peu tard j'avoue)
et t'en fais pas, je deconnais pour la chemise :p c'était pour faire comme megh
Happy birthday dude !
la vie est belle lol...ça c'est de l'appart' !!
Oh loooord
please don't let me be misunderstood ... !
Bon, saleté, je tiens a te signaler que je suis spécialiste Bluetooth, on va devoir avoir une tite discution là :D
( mais j'avoue, c'est une technologie parfaitement quantique, j'ai eut de quoi m'arracher les cheveux avec :o )
Bon, a part ça. Tu préfères qu'on te parles en anglais pour t'entrainer ou en francais pour le côté homie / ressourcement ?
En meme temps c'est pas comme si tu avais besoin de pratique écrite. ^^
Heads up duuuude
joyeux anniv à toi aussi ma couille !
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