Tuesday, January 31, 2006


The Crown Vic! This single nice little supertanker is reponsible for probably 25% of the global warming since it burns as much gas in a minute as I drink beer in a year. Nico usually jumps on his seat with his hands clamped on the steering wheel always ready to scream "sac à merde" to anything that would move slower or dare to overtake him. Seriously, the most confortable car I ever drove, with the torque of a Panzer and a built-in sofa. Fabulous!

Lovely Mauvais goût.

Thank you guys...

First you trust Tof who pretends to control the situation and in a couple of hours you find yourself wandering around in the middle of a remote forest with a Parisian and your dead sister. At this very instant I understood all the meaning of "feeble guide".

Marmot's and pig's DNA just don't match

Our friends Nico and Léa listening to our capturing and exotic stories from Europe. "once upon a time in a country far far away, taxes where extremely high and people where driving cars with small engines..."

The picture I wanted Tof to take. Thank you from the bottom of my heart