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OWEE ..Mais bon c'est OBLIGEMENT OBLIGER qu'il y en est un suivant.
DAVEEEEEE CHOISI DAAAAVEEEEEE !

de toute façon, c'est presque obligé qu'elle finisse avec, sinon il va lui trotter dans la tete toute sa vie XD

Ouais, & puis Louise aura presque toute ces Fans sur le dos alors .. mdr

On prendra nos fourches et on ira la visiter ! sitting et révolution en maaaaaaaaaaarche !!!! toutes pour Dave et Dave pour Gee ! mdr

Ouuh tu t'laisse aller là
Mais ouais OK GO PARTY.

de toute façon Dave c'est THE papa des poules donc y a pas moyen que georginette ne finisse pas avec lui d'autant que georginette est la super coquine nationale est qu'on va dire que le gus est très porté sur la chose et qu'il est poilesque! Ca se trouve dans le prochain tome notre georgia va devenir une femme ........ avec massimo (euuurkk)

ENH NAAN HORS D'INTEROGATION !
Faut que sa premiere fois soit faite mit Dave ! LE PIED

Oh my gosh
Image d'horreur, image d'horreur !

et la elle découvre que mamisso a une poupoune :p

Quésaco une poupoune ? mdr

une didine une poupoune une zezette bah oui meme a 20 ans on a du mal a dire vagin ! ^^

Je connaissais aucun de ces trois mots mdrrr !!!
Ici j'ai un mot beaucoup moins raffiné, du genre foufoune ><
arretons là, ça devient gore. Mdrr

Ouai j'avoue que c'est pas raffiné comme fouf chatte etc vo mieux dire minette a ce moment !! jme demande comment georgia appelerait la chose ^^ enfin enfin voila tout ca pour dire que sa se trouve massimo en plus d'etre un trans-alpin il est trans-sexuel héhé

mdrrrrr je comprend mieux maintenant

Ca serait chose super probable n'empêche ! ceci expliquerait le sac à mains XD

d'après vous dave arrete pas de le charrier aprce qu'il est jaloux ?

Bien sûr!

Je vois pas d'autre raison possible mdr
ou alors il est secrètement attiré par lui et nous comme dans le tierce caca et triple merde mdrrr

voui bien sur qu'il est jaloux, en tant que conseiller allumage perso de georgia qui n'arrete pas de lui parler de lui, alors qu'il est en totaaaaale attirance pour elle! ^^

Ouais.. Puis il a pas tord non plus Dave.. Le gus est affreusement Frimeur T_T

frimeur und romentico pathétique. Il craint et chez lui tout craint! ses cheveux bouclé long, son sac à mimine, son accent et son vocabulaire fort limité!

ce qui m'ennerve le plus c'est quand il sort des "comment on dit chez vous?" MAIS TU POUVAIS PAS APPRENDRE L'ANGLISH AVANT DE DEBARQUER CHEZ LES GRANDS BRITTONS, PAUVRE ABRUTI!!

Vrai.. Enfin J'dis vrai mais bon, Jveux aller vivre en Angleterre et mon anglais est .. Comment vous dites chez vous? Trés LE MERDIQUE =D

petit extrait pris sur le site officiel

Jas was actually humming “The hills are alive with the sound of pants” as she arranged her jamjars.
I said to her, “Jas, do you know what ‘snot’ is in German? It is ‘schnodder’. Comedy gold, isn’t it, the German language?”
She said, “Shhh.”
I said, “Do you know what shhhh is in lederhosen talk?”
But she started humming even louder.

Two minutes laterIn a spontaneous outburst of madnosity Rosie has joined in with Jas’s humming and started singing, “The hills are alive with the sound of pants”, accompanying herself on rice tin and spoons. She was singing, “The hills are alive with the sound of pants, with pants I have worn for a thousand years!!!”
It was very infectious. I started improvising a woodland wonderland dance which involved a lot of high kicking and leaf work.
We were yelling, “I go to the PANTS when my heart is lonely—” when Herr Kamyer put his foot down with a firm hand.
He shouted, “Girls, girls, ve will not continue ze project if this kafuffle goes on!! Vat is the big funniness mit pants?”
We stopped eventually but I said under my breath, “Kackmist.” Which means buggeration. Oh, what a hoot and a half.

4:20 p.m.Oh goddygodgod, how boring is detention. Miss Stamp was my guard. I am sure she was grooming her moustache as I wrote out, “A predilection for superficiality leads remorselessly towards an altercation with authority.”
A million times (ish).
But I have my German book on my knee. Tee hee.
Canoodling is rummachen. Absolute top comedy magic.

5:30 p.m.Freedom, freedom!!!
I skipped out of the school gates, and did a bit of ad-hoc skipping down the hill past the park.
Which is when Dave the Laugh emerged from the park loos!! Caramba! I stopped skipping but it was too late. He said, “Excellent independent nunga-nunga work, Georgia.”
He had just been playing footie and was a bit sweaty. His hair was all damp. I quite liked it. He’s got a nice smell.
He walked along with me and said, “What have you been up to?”
I didn’t mention exactly why I had been kept behind. Well, actually, I lied. I said that I had been given detention because I had done an improvised dance to “The hills are alive with the sound of pants”.
He said, “Top work.”
I felt a bit bad about lying, but on the other hand I didn’t want to say that I had been punished for snogging Masimo at the school gates.

Four minutes laterDave does make me laugh. I told him about the German snogging scale and he was nodding and going, “Oh ja, oh ja!!! Ich liebe der full-frontal knutschen. Ich bin der vati!”
Then he said, “You don’t fancy a spot of rummachen unterhalb der taille, do you? Just for old times’ sake?”
I said, “Dave, how dare you speak to me like that.”
And he said, “You know you love it, you cheeky fräulein.”
I just walked quickly off. I have my pridenosity.
He caught me up and said, “Stop trying to get off with me.”
I was amazed. “Er, Dave, I think you will find that it was you who asked to rummachen.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Er, yes, it was, Dave.”
“No, you thrust yourself at me. Because you cannot resist me. It is sad.”
I stopped and looked at him. “Dave, I can resist you. I have an Italian Luuurve God as a boyfriend.”
Dave said, “Oh, he is so clearly gay.”
“Dave, he is not gay.”
“He has a light blue leather coat.”
“That does not make him gay; it makes him Italian.”
Dave said, “I rest my case.”