Well then: I had already made on with the tricks - more cradles which I'd been making - to speak of the tricks moreover belonging to those of which I'm ashamed…

And so then: to begin with the day of a poor girl whose misfortune it was to put on her first skirt, such that which this very day had its first 'menstrual,' so that in due course it ran all the while reddening as a large bitch because there'd been blood which ran all alone!

"I make wee of blood that is what arrives to me…" (Hereby known as the large bitch!)

"Have you wahhh-terrrrd your roooools?" answered the largest cunts of the entire college.

There was also the incident, or to have telephoned the chick ('mega-sexy signal' of the deceased), who was thought to have seen in a flash, with the cousin, and thereafter given to decide what to name the tricks in order to dope them, but the guy with the understanding to have fucked my foot in its mouth, had the ace to insult the lot of us with a host of names while laughing like the insane ones, intending again to hang us up by the nose, missing the pot on the blow.

It was the new guy of my father's sister, because a month or two after they'd held a family meeting which spoke about these "incidents at work".

My mouth would not even say to you that having drawn with table, as after having named more than the chick with the sexy way, but had said "If it's there, then have one of our aunts all behind her…"

There was also the time where I wanted in course to make my 'malignant" with the mother's bicycle to my zinecou (we shall call the zinecou 'Gismonde' to preserve her intimacy), of the blow whereby 'Gismonde' had spun me, fucks it, winning his mother, the nuevo bicycle from the decathlon (you know, the one with the advertising):

"Bicycle of the cities, Bicycle of the fields"

With this effort I wanted to make 'pro' because I was only with a large bicycle, and I'd mistaken the shovel of my life into 'full medium' with the road: the wheel was very...

Well then: I had already made on with the tricks - more cradles which I'd been making - to speak of the tricks moreover belonging to those of which I'm ashamed…

And so then: to begin with the day of a poor girl whose misfortune it was to put on her first skirt, such that which this very day had its first 'menstrual,' so that in due course it ran all the while reddening as a large bitch because there'd been blood which ran all alone!

"I make wee of blood that is what arrives to me…" (Hereby known as the large bitch!)

"Have you wahhh-terrrrd your roooools?" answered the largest cunts of the entire college.

There was also the incident, or to have telephoned the chick ('mega-sexy signal' of the deceased), who was thought to have seen in a flash, with the cousin, and thereafter given to decide what to name the tricks in order to dope them, but the guy with the understanding to have fucked my foot in its mouth, had the ace to insult the lot of us with a host of names while laughing like the insane ones, intending again to hang us up by the nose, missing the pot on the blow.

It was the new guy of my father's sister, because a month or two after they'd held a family meeting which spoke about these "incidents at work".

My mouth would not even say to you that having drawn with table, as after having named more than the chick with the sexy way, but had said "If it's there, then have one of our aunts all behind her…"

There was also the time where I wanted in course to make my 'malignant" with the mother's bicycle to my zinecou (we shall call the zinecou 'Gismonde' to preserve her intimacy), of the blow whereby 'Gismonde' had spun me, fucks it, winning his mother, the nuevo bicycle from the decathlon (you know, the one with the advertising):

"Bicycle of the cities, Bicycle of the fields"

With this effort I wanted to make 'pro' because I was only with a large bicycle, and I'd mistaken the shovel of my life into 'full medium' with the road: the wheel was very twisted, the bell had burst to pieces, so let's saddle it firmly to the rear, and I pissed blood out of my cranium. Even as her laughter made the others…

There was also the incident when to have stayed in Marseilles and played 'scanty or not scanty,' and that I was to show my bottom with all the passing motors. It was simply mortal, the mug which some of them drew.

Worse still are those times when it sometimes happens to me to confuse people from back then, challenging them in my kindly manner "I have your breath in the bottom of my petite panther, how…" Oh, those are bin droppings, excuse me…

Well there, full in, yet room for more.

There are also the 'bat tricks,' such as:

- Listening to wake me up before you go-go wham
- Making the funds of ashtrays when there could be tobacco
- Going to the yellow square to find clothes to re-cut (where it is a kind of dustbin with clothing to be distributed afterwards to the poor)
- Looking at "Lucille loves rock 'n roll" over midday zouzous (as possibly, now they are the 'Barba-Papa')
- Looking at a more beautiful life and other series of shit right for "igloo" - to make the cushy-cush meet ends with me.

Worse it was able to me to roll a shoe to my dog and to have slept with an oyster.

Oh yes, I come to remember a time I had made expressly to swallow a ball because my brother had said to me one day that for certain operations, they made you swallow a camera so as to better see what occurred inside. And so I had swallowed the ball (I was 14 years old) and shot me to 'Emergency' because I had told my mother. In fact they did not even open me, I just waited to reduce the ball by behind…

This makes me think of a time I had made a chopper, making wee on the person of my aunt (whom I could not tolerate), and she said it was the whole family. Worst of all that I had not even finished and so continued my 'little business' which engulfed me.

These are, therein of others, worse if therein of those readers who would tell me well their greater shame, it would be super nice.

Then we have this morning's anecdote: to want large of wee in full course of techno, and to be made to stand (I was in 6th grade) and blow the most shameful trick when having found with the child's canteen the piss, and everyone looks at you…