And it's not" B.comme.Bidifus.Actif "which contradict me ...
the other day ... Finally I say "another day" but it was a Sunday, especially on a Sunday morning, the day between all hated when you're not at the bottom of your bed, swaddled like a baby in the nineteenth your 3 quilts (the cool nights).
The other day MORNING I said then, "B.comme.Bidifus.Actif" and Zizule go (to war / the beach / Mass / mushroom / an orchestra rehearsal / bully "the Cong Ö! "the neighbor's cat / ...).
Wake painful after a short night, so. Hop hop hop! they weave their way by car through the maze of suburbia.
"B.comme.Bidifus.Actif" Zizule conduit and tries to play the co-pilot, while struggling against his eyelids, which are louuuuuuuurdes.
And I say "tries" because the rest of the story will prove he was indeed a test that has not been crowned with beginner's luck.
Well then, instead of beating around the bush and try to find a nice way to tell you that, I'll go live:
Zizule: "Damn, red light, would turn the viiiiite is a shortcut
"B.comme.Bidifus.Actif", not frustrating, obeyed and good bin of course ... PAFFFFFfffffflplplplplplplplplplplplplpffff (listen to the song pretty flat tire ... finally tired but I say the word "completely exploded" would be more faithful to the cruel reality).
recap: we have a wave on Sunday in the suburbs, so empty. It's cold. We are tired. Scarcely known to change a wheel and not to facilitate the work, one is dead from laughing at them rolling on the ground with the jack.
Good.
"B.comme.Bidifus.Actif" without ceasing to laugh, takes matters in hand, opens the trunk, out jack, L, spare tire, install the jack, raise the car, took off the rim, fixed L and turns.
Meanwhile Zizule learns, in case she finds herself in a similar situation with no one to laugh with her.
"B.comme.Bidifus.Actif" for the L, the tire does not move. Not a simmer. Nothing. Zizule tries, nothing.
Zizule, practical, looks up looking for a commuter lost. But nobody on the horizon, except a few cars passing by without stopping.
Zizule, always more practical to look, look "B.comme.Bidifus.Actif" looks back and decides:
"Well, you're gonna put you on the edge of the road and play the sexy chick, it walk more than if it were me, that's for sure. "
During that always collapsed laughing "B.comme.Bidifus.Actif" restyle himself, arranges her cleavage and lift one arm in a gesture that is reminiscent of Ava Gardner at his best, Zizule, with all the style she is known, climbed to the L, hands pressed against the hood and started jumping for spin the wheel ... running.
And there, ladies, ladies, gentlemen, sprang a cry that "B.comme.Bidifus.Actif" never forget and it m'agonit from each interview: "It vieeeeent! It's coming! "... It toooooooourne !!!!!"
I'm not saying the guy's mouth had stopped and who intends Zizule shouting loudly "It vieeeeeeent !!!!"
...
Good ...
Hmm ...
resume.
The guy approaches, makes his little diagnosis, we look, re-look at the car, tire, jack, watching us, and a sardonic gleam in his eye that point is reminiscent of Humphrey Bogart just before he rebukes the policeman in Casablanca.
Zizule expects the worst and she is right, because there was still a good little trick there was to know when changing a wheel: the wheel is put on the floor if you want to loosen it, and only then you can turn you on your jack.
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