DE L'ACTION EN PERSPECTIVE

Selon les statistiques, les gens ont en moyenne 89 relations sexuelles par année. On dirait bien que mon mois de décembre va être intense!

PENDANT QUE LE TEMPS PASSE...

Sommes-nous tous assis à attendre un coup de téléphone nous annonçant que jamais plus nous ne verrons ou ne parlerons à un être cher?

IF MONDAY WAS A GIRL

Met a girl, thought she was grand
fell in love, found out first hand
went well for a week or two
then it all came unglued

In a trap, trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie

She fucking hates me
trust
she fucking hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and she tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away

She was queen for about an hour
after that shit got sour
she took all I ever had
no sign of guilt
no feeling of bad, no

In a trap, trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie

[Chorus]

that's my story, as you see
learned my lesson and so did she
now it's over and I'm glad
'cause I'm a fool for all I've said

[Chorus]

la la la la la la la la la love
Trust
la la la la la la la la la love
Trust
and she tore my feelings like I had none
she fucking hates me

PUDDLE OF MUDD — She Hates Me

PERSONNE NE LE SAIT VRAIMENT

All the while you've been sleeping

Drifting on a wind never blown

Tomorrow you'll wake up aching

Wondering how, when no one really knows

Don't turn away, you haven't yet awakened

Why don't you stay, remember what you said

Ten thousand miles and everyone's mistaken

Look where you've been

Where every woman's wasted

All the while you've been sleeping

Drifting on a wind never blown

Tomorrow you'll wake up aching

Wondering how, when no one really knows

Don't speak a word of all that you've been saving

If there isn't time then you should let it go

Into the fire and bring back all you've taken

Once more alone you'll never let it show

All the while you've been sleeping

Drifting on a wind never blown

Tomorrow you'll wake up aching

Wondering how, when no one really knows

Now what have I done wrong

Can't you tell me what have I done wrong

Baby tell me what have I done wrong

Don't walk away, you haven't yet awakened

Why don't you stay, remember what you said

Ten thousand miles, and everyone's mistaken

Look where you've been

Where every woman's wasted

All the while you've been sleeping

Drifting on a wind never blown

Tomorrow you'll wake up aching

Wondering how, when no one really knows

Now what have I done wrong

Can't you tell me what have I done wrong

Baby tell me what have I done wrong

Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me now

CHILL

FUCK VOS TAXES

Ce qui suit est authentique. 

En allant au bureau ce matin, coin Peel et René-Lévesque, y'a cinq (5) employés de la ville de Montréal réunis autour d'un lampadaire. Un des gars est à genoux et creuse la terre à la base du poteau; les quatre autres le regardent en jasant.

Heureusement, deux autre employés sont arrivés pour les aider.