Victor Boullet told me that it was ok, so I did what he said.
I did not work, I lost everything. I told him that I've lost everything just because of his idiotic idea.
He looked at me and said something like, well, I can't even remember what he said. but something like this? ''voila. ça va. donc''
|Good Luck HEY. GINGER STINK / pull your trousers futher up your bum. pong - handbag painter - ginger plonk|