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By Mamoune - This FML is from back in 2017 but it's good stuff
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By Mamoune - This FML is from back in 2017 but it's good stuff
By [SiMON] - 13/05/2010 23:55
By Smilegirl - 16/05/2010 12:01
Et non je ne suis pas parano c’est bien de mes règles qu’il parlait ! Il a sorti ça pendant une soirée entre potes en disant qu’il en pouvait plus d’attendre, et il a trouvé ça marrant de le mettre sur facebook, et bien sûr j'ai eu le droit à beaucoup de sous entendus aujourd'hui. Je pense qu’il prenait aussi en compte la remarque #74 parce que je suis vraiment une chieuse pendant cette période !
By lola41510 - 12/07/2010 17:19 - Suisse
By 007 - 13/07/2010 16:16 - France
By Anonyme - 30/07/2010 20:28
By ir_se - 06/09/2010 15:27 - France
Je n'ai pas de boite à outils, en revanche j'ai trouvé mon briquet dans mon portefeuille et mon paquet dans ma trousse >.
By Anonyme - 18/10/2010 09:38 - France
By Anonyme - 10/11/2010 02:17 - Canada
By Anonyme - 30/11/2010 13:41 - France
By Anonyme - 01/12/2010 19:59 - France
By Anonyme - 14/01/2011 10:17 - Suisse
By Miaou - 24/01/2011 17:34 - France
By collemaman - 12/02/2011 16:10
By Jo-la-frite - 22/02/2011 11:22 - France
By jeunepermis - 22/02/2011 17:56 - France
By B_and_W - 21/03/2011 15:49 - France
Après une petite relecture des coms: la VDM a été corrigé, j'avais spécifié que la petite ne devait pas excéder trois ans, donc je ne pense pas qu'elle ait vraiment eu conscience de la mort du pigeon (même si j'ai bien l'hypothèse du pigeon qui fait une blague :D ), et c'est une VDM: pour le pigeon, le bus, la petite (plus tard quand on racontera ça à son premier copain X) ), ceux qui attendaient le bus, et ceux qui vont devoir subir la "génération sado" (dixit je sais plus qui.... Désolé, j'ai pas retrouvé les post :/)... Puis pas choqué, juste amusé par la réaction de la gamine :D
By JimyG - 22/03/2011 17:21 - France
By Anonyme - 12/04/2011 23:56 - France
By lamiss - 13/04/2011 17:00 - France
Je parlais bien de chocolat en poudre dans la VDM, et non de céréales. Et non, ce n'était pas une boite pour transvaser, juste une boite qui datait de mon enfance, quand j'allais chez eux chaque semaine. Et si je n'avais plus pris de petit déjeuner là bas depuis pas mal de temps c'est parce que entre temps j'avais déménagé à l'autre bout du pays (ce qui ne veut pas dire que je ne les avait pas revu entre temps).