Ceci n'est pas une pipe.

Why no ! This time it's Gary ! 

.

This is a Tyrone Day

Just because we want it to be.

.

Sport advice

well well well.... who knew ?

Naked sport is good ! 

.

Sport will do you good

Happy humping !

.

Need a hug ?

go Football ! 

.

Read between the lines.

It's always about sports.......


.

On mondays : dream big.

"You musn't be a fraid of dreaming a little bit bigger darling."

.

Ice -creams ARE

...a religion.

.

Evil

Bad Barbie ! Bad !



.

Understanding

We do understand ! One has to focus on the main things !



.

Dig !

we won't volonteer.



.

On mondays : It's time to...

work that body !



.

This Sunday's book :

The Lover by Marguerite Duras.

Some random reader comment :

"I learned that if you read 'The Lover' on the subway, men will look at you extra. Good to know. "

Some quotes :

"I can't really remember the days. The light of the sun blurred and annihilated all color. But the nights, I remember them. The blue was more distant than the sky, beyond all depths, covering the bounds of the world. The sky, for me, was the stretch of pure brilliance crossing the blue, that cold coalescence beyond all color. Sometimes, it was in Vinh Long, when my mother was sad she'd order the gig and we'd drive out into the country to see the nighta s it was in the dry season. I had that good fortune- those nights, that mother. The light fell from the sky in cataracts of pure transparency, in torrents of silence and immobility. The air was blue, you could hold it in your hand. Blue. The sky was the continual throbbing of the brilliance of the light. The night lit up everything, all the country on either bank of the river as far as the eye could reach. Every night was different, each one had a name as long as it lasted. Their sound was that of the dogs, the country dogs baying at mystery. They answered on another from village to village, until the time and space of the night were utterly consumed."

"It’s not that you have to achieve anything, it’s that you have to get away from where you are."

Some story :

An international best-seller with more than one million copies in print and a winner of France's Prix Goncourt, The Lover has been acclaimed by critics all over the world since its first publication in 1984.

Set in the prewar Indochina of Marguerite Duras's childhood, this is the haunting tale of a tumultuous affair between an adolescent French girl and her Chinese lover. In spare yet luminous prose, Duras evokes life on the margins of Saigon in the waning days of France's colonial empire, and its representation in the passionate relationship between two unforgettable outcasts.

------------
 
 
well, of course, if it'll attract some good-looking asian, we won't be fussy about reading it.
 
 
 
.

Bobby

that Robert is bad ! 

.

Winners

Looking at the picture we forgot in what category though...



.

Brooklyn

Now that is something we would all like to visit.

.

Robin Hood ?

what a huge ... bow...

we knew there was something tight about the guy.


.

Back

and ready to fight !


Holidays were a blast now it's back to blogs !


.

Happy campers !

The nature, j'adore !

.

Point of view

he's got a point though....

.