Pour Caza, encore. He had it coming.

He may even be coming right this minute, although I doubt it. Not his style. He's the kind to take a lady for a walk and talk, take interest, make her smile, confess a dozen or two of his sins and learn spanish before they've been around the park, and then they'll go somewhere and come.

All the while, that bastard's hooked me on Gangs of New York again. So here. Une dose de DDL. Premier en ligne de succession pour le trône de meilleur acteur du monde. Gérard devrait pas tarder à se crasher soul en scooter sur une route de Tchétchénie.