GOOD ADVICE FOR VALENTINE # 9
by Valentine Deluxe
DRAMA QUEEN: chronic despair, which shows a propensity for any occasion to dramatize the slightest tinkering and swell the most insignificant trifle in gargantuan proportions, taking care of benefiting as many people.
If a Drama Queen dormant in each Grand Dame, the reverse is not automatic.
While you're at the edge of the gas every time you hear a song by Lara Fabian (God forbid!), While pushing the volume loud enough for the whole building can sympathize with the misfortune to break your 248th, and acquiesce to the fact that Lara, writing his slobbery gueulante, has necessarily had to think of you tragedy and sentimental as you pass through (this time it was serious: you're almost stayed 15 days together, and he even ended up remembering your name!), this does not make you a great lady for same. Whether you need
he crony for both qualitative form of quality mark?
I'm sure this time I will not even have to blow the good Response to hear you all again in chorus after the fateful question:
On .... "
"The Pa ...."
Ooooh, bin flute! Go! made an effort, Cornegidouille!
"THE PANACHE!" (Next time there will be some kind of sanctions torture oriental ") Sometimes there is enough to discourage me and you leave all your filthy miserable ignorance. Fortunately there is the St. Bernard in me (especially the barrel around his neck !...)
Gloria SWANSON
Proof
When Nero is a java at home, you do not find three hillbillies around a stone grill placed on the oilcloth of the kitchen table of your shabby garret semi -furnished, drowned in the smell of burnt fat and poor slop.
No, here we'll take the model over the full option trend "orgiastic": a dining room as big as a football field. The attic
called Domus Orea (which could not be more variegated, you will agree ...) 300 people cramped in aggressively colored epics technicolorisées, gorge on languages of candied lemons and wild boar whole stuffed canaries live among a thousand other delicacies ... And while myriads of Nubian slaves, a feather in the rectum - yeah, Valentine is Latin-Greek in high school! - Perform dances as lascivious as could afford the Hayes Code in 1951 AD (the year of production of the work that I intend to listen today, the hyperbolic Quo Vadis of Mosieur Mervyn LeRoy .)
course requires Grande Dame (yes, can be Emperor and Great Lady, the lady attitude was definitely not a gender issue), the householder and living god has reserved a small podium "center stage" , history of being conspicuous public choice he has composed for the occasion. And what audience
! ... At his side immediately, a phalanx of shopping foundations of competition, and obviously, his bitch of an empress - leaving a brothel in the city any lower, as are fond of gossip and bad tippers languages and other false bottoms that populate your palate - which, from a languid glance through one of his wonderful monocles ruby or emerald to find the muscular centurion who can fulfill the conjugal duty neglected by her husband, gives us the best definition is that of a word of 6 letters starting with an S, with an E at the end and "ALOP" between the two (you are, or should I develop ?...)
Obviously, our dramatic queenesque Grande Dame adoring press the song, there is always a false Derge in the job for him yell with an air to pass Judas for a boy scout in search of his daily BA: "A song! A song! .
prerequisite for having your patent Drama-Queen: Refusing
most vigorously, claiming any bobo order oto , nose-tip bazaar, and ESPECIALLY not sell after a thousand entreaties of sugary swarm of hypocrites who buzzes around you.
There, of course, you enjoy your lyre to break, and crack! Let's go gaily
and unrestrained, uninhibited bawling for the last-decoction musicalo epic out of your brilliant and divine noggin !
Because obviously you NEVER give in to the melody of honky-tonk girl sailors (although, let's be fair, you do not hate sailors and longshoremen, but do not go astray in matters of privacy, otherwise no one finished!)
So you're going to do that in the lyrics, the grandiose, with the air of vestal frightened and intonations Grand Guignol that would raise Sarah BERNHARDT gourds for a limited release of a Robert Bresson film .
But I'm not going to tell you either ... See for yourself if you do not believe me:
And never forget that saying a lot of sense, made in Valentine
(If I hear a disparaging reflection, I do my Drama Queen, and I'll sulk elsewhere, so be gaffe !...)
While you're at the edge of the gas every time you hear a song by Lara Fabian (God forbid!), While pushing the volume loud enough for the whole building can sympathize with the misfortune to break your 248th, and acquiesce to the fact that Lara, writing his slobbery gueulante, has necessarily had to think of you tragedy and sentimental as you pass through (this time it was serious: you're almost stayed 15 days together, and he even ended up remembering your name!), this does not make you a great lady for same. Whether you need
he crony for both qualitative form of quality mark?
I'm sure this time I will not even have to blow the good Response to hear you all again in chorus after the fateful question:
On .... "
"The Pa ...."
Ooooh, bin flute! Go! made an effort, Cornegidouille!
"THE PANACHE!" (Next time there will be some kind of sanctions torture oriental ") Sometimes there is enough to discourage me and you leave all your filthy miserable ignorance. Fortunately there is the St. Bernard in me (especially the barrel around his neck !...)
Two attitudes typically dramatic queenesques:
Gloria SWANSON
Lypsinka
So, go back a little time and Via Apia to find one that is both one of the most compelling Drama Queens of the History of humanity, and which is coupled with an undeniable Grande Dame, the Emperor Nero himself! (Here embodied by the sublime and as late Peter Ustinov, a brilliant demonstration of high net without histrionics with triple axel and back flips, and seems already to prepare ourselves to its sublime Prince John in Robin Hood version Disney. Lacking only the thumb in the mouth!) Proof
When Nero is a java at home, you do not find three hillbillies around a stone grill placed on the oilcloth of the kitchen table of your shabby garret semi -furnished, drowned in the smell of burnt fat and poor slop.
No, here we'll take the model over the full option trend "orgiastic": a dining room as big as a football field. The attic
called Domus Orea (which could not be more variegated, you will agree ...) 300 people cramped in aggressively colored epics technicolorisées, gorge on languages of candied lemons and wild boar whole stuffed canaries live among a thousand other delicacies ... And while myriads of Nubian slaves, a feather in the rectum - yeah, Valentine is Latin-Greek in high school! - Perform dances as lascivious as could afford the Hayes Code in 1951 AD (the year of production of the work that I intend to listen today, the hyperbolic Quo Vadis of Mosieur Mervyn LeRoy .)
course requires Grande Dame (yes, can be Emperor and Great Lady, the lady attitude was definitely not a gender issue), the householder and living god has reserved a small podium "center stage" , history of being conspicuous public choice he has composed for the occasion. And what audience
! ... At his side immediately, a phalanx of shopping foundations of competition, and obviously, his bitch of an empress - leaving a brothel in the city any lower, as are fond of gossip and bad tippers languages and other false bottoms that populate your palate - which, from a languid glance through one of his wonderful monocles ruby or emerald to find the muscular centurion who can fulfill the conjugal duty neglected by her husband, gives us the best definition is that of a word of 6 letters starting with an S, with an E at the end and "ALOP" between the two (you are, or should I develop ?...)
Obviously, our dramatic queenesque Grande Dame adoring press the song, there is always a false Derge in the job for him yell with an air to pass Judas for a boy scout in search of his daily BA: "A song! A song! .
Peter Ustinov, Drama Queen Chief
prerequisite for having your patent Drama-Queen: Refusing
most vigorously, claiming any bobo order oto , nose-tip bazaar, and ESPECIALLY not sell after a thousand entreaties of sugary swarm of hypocrites who buzzes around you.
There, of course, you enjoy your lyre to break, and crack! Let's go gaily
and unrestrained, uninhibited bawling for the last-decoction musicalo epic out of your brilliant and divine noggin !
Because obviously you NEVER give in to the melody of honky-tonk girl sailors (although, let's be fair, you do not hate sailors and longshoremen, but do not go astray in matters of privacy, otherwise no one finished!)
So you're going to do that in the lyrics, the grandiose, with the air of vestal frightened and intonations Grand Guignol that would raise Sarah BERNHARDT gourds for a limited release of a Robert Bresson film .
But I'm not going to tell you either ... See for yourself if you do not believe me:
And never forget that saying a lot of sense, made in Valentine
MARABOUNTA HUMS WHEN ...
... THE DRAMA-QUEEN COUIN!
... THE DRAMA-QUEEN COUIN!
(If I hear a disparaging reflection, I do my Drama Queen, and I'll sulk elsewhere, so be gaffe !...)
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