Malaise chez Leclerc
By Agme - This FML is from back in 2013 but it's good stuff - France
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By Agme - This FML is from back in 2013 but it's good stuff - France
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By Anonyme - 17/04/2013 07:52 - Suisse - Lausanne
Youhou on a publié ma VDM, je peux mourir en paix. (merci pour vos commentaires qui m'ont bien fait rire.) En fait, ce qui c'est ce que j'me suis levée à 8h pour aller chez le dentiste et m'entendre dire que... j'avais rien. Donc ma mère en profite pour aller se faire soigner. Vacances obliges personne ne répond à tes textos à 8h30. Je décide donc d'examiner le cabinet. Bureau en verre, chaises transparentes, murs gris, tableaux d'art abstrait sombres... Tout à coup je l'aperçois. The danseuse. La même que dans le camion à tonton Dédé. La fourbe profite de ma fatigue pour m'hypnotiser et je me cale sur ses mouvements. Et là j'entends pouffer. Je me rends compte de ce que je fais, je me retourne et vois le dentiste sur son tabouret avec un fou rire silencieux. Genre tu t'rappelle un truc et tu ris comme un con tout seul. Ca a duré 20s puis il a fait le geste de la main en arrière qui veut "Ah, c'est con" et il a recommencé a soigné ma mère. Sur ce Aloha cher concitoyens.