L L & L goes . Abandon us. Destination London. No more chocolate, grated potatoes and cuckoo clocks, waiting for the fish and chips, porridge and Big Ben. So we must celebrate , and that is what we do. In our way. Friday night we home of L & L L the other. At dinner, to begin with. The quartet is full: L & L L L L & L, K and I. Giving us a hand, M and E, a cute pair of Merano, and H, crazy German that fits the climate vaguely demented group. The kitchen is L-L & L is, as always, a boon for the palate and pasta overflowing from the pot there is no longer even a memory. As a side dish, five bottles of wine they are emptied to the last drop. Eat, drink and ride. Meanwhile, the bottle of rum and vodka waiting patiently. Not for long. The alcohol level begins to rise, dramatically. M and E, drank energy drink, thank you, say goodbye and leave, having already planned everything in detail. We continue in marathon alcoholic until the finishing line of empty bottles that always bring profound sadness. Tears. Then someone pulls out the red box infernal sound effects generator. From there begins the delusion that the ending ... or maybe he never had an epilogue? In short, while L & L L, or maybe K, hit the button that plays the sound of a spring - BOING! BOING! BOING! - L L & L, the other part with a series of jumps by record type astronaut on the moon coming soon imitated by the group. We jump on the floor, on couches, on the bed. Someone jumps dinner, but I do not know who he is. The nice tenant downstairs, the one that swept much of the half pulled the ceiling in a Swiss reproduction of Morse code, which means roughly I have broken my balls is in shock and was taken away today firefighters who have found it again with the broom in hand, catatonic and drooling. Partly satisfied benefit from kangaroo, L L & L, the harmonic sound of the spring begins to blow up pictures, mirrors, vases Ming Ming in a meat bones a bit 'musty, smelly, bombs and firecrackers that I quickly grabbed the fly with prodigious technique, drunk Catcher in the Rye. We laugh have fun, even if the landlord down copious cold sweat. Equipped with even the minimum mastery of neuronal we sense that this is the case of leave the apartment before creating a small apartment building in Beirut. All Amber to dance! All except H, which is fun but as you can have fun when you go to the zoo to see the howler monkeys. This escapes me, but I wanted to put his howler monkeys because they make me laugh. Ah ah ah! Please, will make available its services to taxi driver. Before mounting in the car, the grand finale of the spring, which sees The L & L Fosbury jump with perfect technique and sink into a hedge, then immediately route the other L L & L and myself. Some arm hanging inert, otherwise we are still alive. The trip to the disco is a paroxysm of alcohol : chants, cries, barks, soft jumps. H is having fun and much, but as you can have fun when your plane is plummeting and then, miraculously, the pilot manages to land it. Once is enough and you remember forever. Amber arrived in front, I hear stuff like 'saltiamole on the hood', which is the first page of the manual 'The hundred ways to go immediately to the disco and jump the queue'. Never mind, even if the idea had its charm. Perverse. We try to give us an attitude and catapult us to the entrance. The bouncer looks at us and I do not know if terrified by the look of the four psychotic or simply because it sniffs out big business at the bar, we are part. Immediately. Not even a second of waiting . Incredible, no human had ever happened, even when we arrived with brandy in hand, declaiming, in a perfect English accent from Oxford, the complete works of Shakespeare. Or maybe just 'Can we enter?' I do not remember. Before you change your mind, we accept the kind invitation and we sneak into the club. From that moment on ... You know the film Hangover (Hangover)? It is the story of four friends - coincidentally - who decide to celebrate the bachelor party of one of them in Las Vegas. If you have not already seen, do it. What has happened to me is very similar, apart from the tiger in the bathroom and the Chinese in the trunk of the car, but only because I have a car. Amnesia total. The big black hole. The last thing I remember is the entrance fee, 25 francs without consummation, thieves! And a sandwich, in the middle of the night, desperate to regain consciousness. The human. Now, crossing the testimonies, I have tried to fill that period of time consigned to oblivion, and that forces me to switch from real to you. Grand master of ceremonies, the conditional. We were saying, it seems that, after leaving their jackets in the wardrobe ... but I'll tell the next episode, because there is still a Saturday that deserves to be told . As usual, good week! ps: we are degenerating. Help!
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