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Merci bien... je nettoie mes jardinières et la terre je la remélange avec une autre terre et du sable pourtant !  
 

C'est pas une larve d'illithide   ?

Je dirais Cétoine d'après ta photo  

J'y suis absolument pour rien !  

Si c'est toi, t'as pissé dans les jardinières !  

Du marc de café à profusion, bien remuer, et ne rien planter pendant pas mal de temps.

J'ai des larves de cétoine, j'y touche surtout pas. En plus une fois devenu scarabée c'est trop choupi.

Si c'est des hannetons, prends ta faucille.

MDR [MorDoRé]
 

bon je me prend tt les jours de "réparer votre compte" de la part de MS. C'est quoi ce bordel ? Comment on évite de le faire tt les jours
 
Bisous, je vous encules, merci

T'as qu'à pas avoir de compte Microchiotte. Fin.

Tu peux en avoir un mais faut pas le casser

 
BG3 irl

Hello, darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools," said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence."
 
 
 
 
Je chante en boucle lalalalalala  
 
#commentfairefuirsesvoisins  

I’ve got wild staring eyes
And I got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to, fly to, fly to
 
Ooooooh Babe, when I pick up the phone
 
There’s still nobody home

Ouais mais là, je prends par les sentiments    
 
T'es un Pink Flop  

Ti prifère les fauchés ?
 
A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
He made a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travellers came walking down the track
And they never went further, no, they never went back

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink

 
On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound
 
I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can't remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la
La, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la
 
After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told was of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead
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You see, I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can't remember your name
Because there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la
La, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la
 
After nine days, I let the horse run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with its life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love
 
You see, I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert, you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la
La, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la
La, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la
La, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la
La, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la
La, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la
La, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la
La, la, la, la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la, la
     

Une chanson qui donne joie et bonheur au cœur.

Ok.

il manque la poésie de Gogole 1er
 

 
 
je t'encule
 
 

Ça chante le vieux… faux mais ça chante, et sans les dents c’est plus facile en anglais !  

bah, tu n'es pas Jamaïcain, tu chantes le reggae, tu es Languedocien, et con, tu chantes en anglais.

Mon prof d'anglais en seconde qui nous a fait bosser sur ce texte exceptionnel...

 
Leur meilleure pour moi, surtout la version alchemy !

Sultan of swing aussi est très réussie sur Alchemy

Toi ta gueule, t'as jamais bossé pour une boîte du CAC40.

Tout Alchemy est un pur régal. Tiens d'ailleurs il me le faut en vinyle...

Le son vinyle, c'est dégueulasse.
 
Faut arrêter avec ce snobisme ringard.

Au travail  

Le blu-ray avec le son en 5.1 extrêmement bien remasterisé est un must absolu !

Au boulot  

Nope