I could speak about the match France/Ireland of course, but what? It’s now done, I will need to support a country trying to be only one behind his team… fuck it.
I could speak about the fact I wanted to go to Steve Aoki, but it went totally out of control, no guest list at a sold out even means that you come back home drinking… which we did.
I could speak about Tony Hawk and Liz Hawtins who make a 500 yesterday – looking forward for some dvd.
I could.
I could.
I’m not.
I’m packing, look at Kitty, she’s ready for it.
When the cops entered the room, their first reaction was that it was impossible.
No one enough mad would have done a thing like this.
Blood bro, fucking blood everywhere.
The youngest resume the siuation with a simple “Oh. My. God.”
The oldest called his wife to let her know that he didn’t want to eat for the next three days.
What they had in front of them would have been fucking really exciting for a necrophilian.
The bad things in this story is that : nore J nore K are talented.
And when they enter in this room, on this monday, october 31th, they are fucking scared.
Two bodies.
Fucking.
The girl in doggystyle.
The man behind her.
With a 40cm dildo in his ass and both killed by a 45mm caliber (?)
How would you react in front of this?
