Given the growing decline in the number of my English readers, I return to Molière to tell, in VO, the last week of my life EMlienne, which was huge, huge huge huge huge! Warning this article is high in emlien jargon.
After the experience of the campaign involved as Lister last year, here I am great and ready to face the dirty Pipos Lister and try exhausted. We are the Pipettes A1 Castreuses Faithful, and begin the three-day campaign full of energy, fresh out of a part of microeconomics. Lipstick and red nail polish, hat, boots and cigar trimmed.
The campaign opens on Wednesday night in the general euphoria, with the long-awaited moment of chorea. The lister has outdone itself and Pipos pipettes and begin their fratricidal war with Canigou and vinasse as weapons. Pipettes have their legs to cope with higher fixed Sodomissiles stinky and disgusting than ever: the goal is to be the dirtiest possible and go cuddle pipettes disgusted and scared.
show unusual but so traditional, the hall soon turned into giant wading pool. A Lister falls on me, I fall into the juice, simple appetizer of what we all expected future level stink. The shuttles 700 emmènent Emliens apéritifés to a box where Lister BDE must prove their worth as bartenders and hosts evening. The beer flows freely and goodies abound. Battles sticky liquid dancing galore and warm delusions between friends. It is dirty and happy. The shuttle takes me back Bellecour Square at 5am, and the road is still long to my bed. After a final battle to find a Vélov 'functional and a few pedal strokes painful, I am for a few hours.
Thursday morning, wake pretty hard and I go see my buddies comatose in the ballroom for a brunch hosted by the Royal Small Paumé lists, and a show BDA more than disappointing. Fortunately, the intermission raffle gives me a smile: my name appears on the screen, I won a lot and steps onto the stage under the envious gaze of 300 Pipos. Time goes by dint of chatting and nibbling, shouts and applause.
Just dinner-time prestige, another proof Lister PP, castle loiiiiin Lyon. Pipos pass the champagne and the warmth goes up another notch. Back to the box for the evening of Lister Ski Club this time. My form and I wonder still waddles into the morning. Back Bellecour Vélov return ', a little sleep and hop towards the school.
Brunch BDA is definitely not up to par, but the rest is promising: this is when the bulk lister should we buy with gifts. The Pipos pipettes and rushed into the dirty and literally plunder everything we have to offer, fulfilling the bags reported for the sole purpose of taking more power than others. At least nothing is cast! And the most beautiful gifts must be earned. I spend heroically below 80cm in limbo and leaving with a Chanel lipstick. Cool!
It's almost the end and I'm already feeling any nostalgia at the sight of Lister tense. The votes are made, the interminable wait and wait for the results. See you all in a box edges Lyon Saone, too small to contain us all, the heat is unbearable, but so sweet after all. Clenched, eyes glued to the screens, we look up the columns of voice and applaud winners and losers. It's already over? Back Vélov 'recovery of these three days intense and stressful for the body and back to real life, love for EM once hated heart full ... It anywhere else. This is ME, this is my school.
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