By Sa-ha-ra - 08/03/2008 19:28
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Brandon may have an FML, but he ended up marrying Jessica. You found this out by reading “FML, the follow up.”
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By Sa-ha-ra - 08/03/2008 19:28
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By chtitbato - 05/12/2008 16:58
Je suis Bretonne, je travaille dans une grande fac du midwest, et c'etait tot ce matin, je pense que la caffeine n'avait pas encore fait d'effet. A qui que ce soit. Donc, voila la photo de la pile de crepes (si ca se met sur mon profil?). Par ailleurs, je n'ai rien (ou pas grand chose) contre les Americains (je deviens binationale moi-meme dans un mois). Pour info, le gars a coupe dedans, est passe me voir pour me remercier, et une fois parti, c'est la que je m'en suis rendue compte. Ca fait encore rigoler tout le bureau, et en effet, mes collegues americains se sont dits la meme chose que vous tous, et raconter chacun leur propre misere avec des plats qu'ils ne connaissaient pas. Ici en ce moment, tout le monde se met au francais: ils sont epates de voir la petite histoire du jour sur la premiere page d'un site super celebre, la-bas, outre-atlantique! Merci! Par ailleurs, le mossieur en question n'en sait toujours rien. Et il en reste, des crepes. Personne ne veut y toucher vu que ca ressemble plus a rien; j'ai tente le camouflage, ca marche pas. Dommage, hier j'y ai passe du temps.... et je me souviens avoir vaguement reve que ca allait arriver. Craaap. ;) Bonne nuit en France!
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By Mr blague - This FML is from back in 2009 but it's good stuff
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By gaelm - 17/06/2009 14:29
pour information, mes plantes ne sont pas tombées dans la rue mais dans une cour interieure où normalement personne n'a acces, et la gamine bruyante non plus d'ailleurs, elle squatte. bien sûr que que ça m'aurait ennuyé de la blesser, faut pas tout prendre au pied de la lettre, c'est une façon humouristique de lier deux VDM! bonne nouvelle cependant (en dehors de la survie de la gamine!) mes plantes ont suivi un entrainement de survie (en secret) et après s'etre remises de leurs emotions, elles pètent la forme ou presque.