Like every Friday evenings, all the family is joined together in waiting of the 3 weekly episodes of sex and the city. Do not say to me that you also you find curious to look at this kind of series in family... It is however well the case, having only one tele in the house and my dear father being very curious to supervise closely all that looks at his/her daughters, we find ourselves all the 6 (my three sisters and me, my mother and my father) to look at obsenities in glurp family.


In so far as I know, each one finds its account there. My sisters and me we délectons stories of Samantha, not me of course, those which makes incredible somersaults with each episode, and desire gives us for starting again with our in love respective. We are also inspired by the eccentric behaviours of Carrie Bradshaw, while dreaming secrétement to make the same job as Miranda and to have a house as beautiful as Charlotte. In two words, that allow us to moreover live our life with brown of imagination. As for our parents... Behind their outraged airs, I did not cease asking me what could attract them well, until this famous Friday...

Last Friday thus, we patiently looked at all the episodes of sex and the city, in family and... with our great surprise and with regard to my sisters and me, with our great relief, there was no scene of sex! I say "to our great relief" because you cannot imagine at which point we were badly at ease to attend with our parents a torrid scene, with cries and suggestive remarks with the support. On the other hand, my mother was extrêment disappointed... "But it occurred anything this evening! I would have better done to go to lay down me, me."
Mom????? "Ben yes, stop making your chochottes, it was really very software this evening!" And my father to confirm.

Obviously Samantha had fallen in love, it was thus much less "hot" Charlotte had divorced, and Curry had not even succeeded in being made Big... Only Miranda, enclosure to the tooth had succeeded in convincing its ex to relieve it a little. But of the opinion of all the family, this girl was really a remedy against the love, "a small oozing pig" even had said my father. Whereas me and my sisters were satisfied with the entry of carrie in the world of vogue, my parents needed something moreover...

And this kind of revelation can chambouler all the image that you had been done of your parents. Me which believed that they had stopped making love after my birth, that their libido had decayed for 20 years and that to look at small scenes coquienes was well the last thing for which they required... Oui, I know, it is a little naive like way of seeing the things. But only you to me say ètes never put questions about the sexual life of your parents. And if they have of them really one, which is their secrecy to be also discrete???

I thought of an article over my incredible day when my glance met that of Julien Courbet (with television) presenting an emission on the sleep. Being sleepy head inveterate week end and an insomniac the week I say myself:"tiens, why not?" insinuation "this must-to be a pure shit but let us leave its chance with the product". Actually I did not hold more... (glance with my watch) 13 minutes 25 seconds hmmm not badly nevertheless.
Not being able to retain my indignation in front of as well connery, I ran in front of my computer (I hope as you visualize the scene well, with the idle and in red shirt as in Alerte with Malibu with the boobs who balance myself with the liking of the wind, with the only exception close that I am equipped and that I do not have of boobs) so making you divide it.
- you had already noticed with which point television (or rather boxes of prod.) used the misery of people to make audience?In the heading "to make shame with the poor people which make walk the emission" one could quote "It initially is clean" new runs of M6. Bachelors confirmed for the majority shows us the state of decay of their apartment between trace of shit on the basin of the WC, and mildewed around the wash-hand basin... Without speaking about small droppings of the cat which forms a true play of track on the parquet floor. One apelle with the rescue two species of large haughty middle-class women with wedged airs, which are in fact of the cleaning ladies (as a chanel suit and chignon banana please!) and which will spend the days to knee to puff out dust. Charming!
The question is: Can one fall lower? In the silly thing, it is difficult. But of other fields are to be explored: Were the borders of morals have pushed back enough with emissions such as "the island of temptation?" And then finally is morals with what that useful? pff it is can this kind of trick, to only hear it this word "MORALS" one has as a lead cap which falls down on our shoulders... It is nevertheless one of the things which makes that we are Men.
The other question that I installation is as follows: if the emissions of this kind flower, it is certainly that they manage to ensure a minimum of audience. And there, I have a little shame. I smell myself responsible finally: these emissions with the idiot, I looked at them, I would perhaps look at them still (if I do not have anything other to make and that I find myself with the bed with 40 of fever, incompetent to move a finger to change chain; rrrrrgh it is difficiiiiiiiiiile, with the secouuuuuuuuuuurs! Oh! Y has new Bachelor! It is not badly nevertheless... How that, it is the 3e girl which passes to the pan?) All that, it a little our isn't fault?

I observe a little the small world which surrounds me and I put myself questions more and more... Odd, Ca did not arrive to me so front. In short.
I thus walk my small cenvery in this world, and I think that perhaps, me, Samantha, I am not completely normal, if as well is as that has a direction. I have just left a lunch between "comrades" a man, altogether suitable (23 years, school of engineer, aïe that wedges), and 2 girls (even age, large school) who opened to me the eyes on youth of today (and me I am what then??? an old woman???)
- If you do not drink like a hole with every evening at the point to forget those with which you layers, at the point to even forget that you slept with somebody...
- If you do not smoke like a toxico for the same reasons as quoted previously
- If you agree one exceptional partner even at the time of week end (included/understood by there, if you are maquée even at the time of the week end of integration)
------> It is that you must certainly be enormously made shit in the life, and that one cannot have fun with you.
the young in the following way concluding engineer: "hmm since that we can nothing make together, as much as I erase your number of my portable..." (goujat!)humm humm Good initiative indeed, I did not dare you to suggest it!
There I think that I am nevertheless quite glad to leave with a normal guy... Though I start to have doubts... I speak about it around me, I get information
- thus Marie, you also you Say drink like a hole during the evenings? You were done how much guys? What 5!!! You do not remember even more theirs first name? But do not even be very pretty for you! Ah it was in the black... You do not even know if you reconnaitrais them. Have you reason is necessary to have fun
- And you Maxou? How that are to you more virgin since the WEI! Cheer I was not well-informed... A beginning with all is necessary, I agree.
- Ah! Is Martin, you a serious guy, then it was how this week end? Have you vomit in the bus? Bah it is not serious that...
Finally...I would have liked y gone me in this Week end integration... I am already taken, but that would have made me a beautiful sociological experiment... I would not make that to quote one of the participants of this adventure which in reported the facts "of the animals, all the animals" (it forgot to add "me including"...)
I smell myself nevertheless old suddenly. And yet I have by no means the impression to be bored to death in the life, quite to the contrary. Not to drink at least enables me to remain conscious of all the good moments of the evening and to avoid the bad (oups, how you apelles with the fact? My string is wedged in the back pocket of your Jean, it is as that which I recognized you; -)) Who more is, the fact of devoting itself to only one man is not unpleasant... when this one can there be caught!
Say me that I am not the only one to think it!!!!