Paul-art-oid

Au Comptoir.

Aux Sables blancs.

Dans le Rav4 de Camille. (Vidéo ci-jointe :D)

Au troisieme étage.

Les phrases incompréhensibles de Romain bourré.

Le vélo de Nicolas.

L'escalier mortel (photo a venir)

La plage "face la corniche".

"SAALOPE".

"Je pense que je vais prendre une année sympathique apres mon bac SMS"

La serveuse/dragueuse de la creperie.

Débarquement à 2h du matin dans la chambre de Juliette.

Mojito, Mojito, Mojito

Satelite? Avion?

- Euh Romain, il est 5h, et c'est pas que j'ai pas envie de dormir sur la plage avec eux, mais on a des lits quand même.
- Et ici de l'alcool !
- Ouai bah on reste alors.

Journée touriste avec Chose

Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green


A little indian brave who before he was ten,
Played wargames in the woods with his indian friends
And he built up a dream that when he grew up
He would be a fearless warrior indian cheif
Many moons past and more the dream grew strong until
Tomorrow he would sing his first warsong and fight his first battle
But something went wrong, surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night


There was a young girl, whos heart was a frown
cause she was crippled for life,
And she couldnt speak a sound
And she wished and prayed she could stop living,
So she decided to die
She drew her wheelchair to the edge of the shore
And to her legs she smiled you wont hurt me no more
But then a sight shed never seen made her jump and say
Look a golden winged ship is passing my way

And it really didnt have to stop, it just kept on going...