Big mouth strikes again

Dear bloggies, I'm back from the dead. You know that place, it is next to Ozon his not so special chocolate factory.

I will please you with usual enigmatic guidance in your ever struggle against boredom, depression and dance-routines.

I promised Hanne a story.

I lied.

Get use to it, to hell with poverty we'll get drunk on cheap wine. You should even be happy that I revitalised this charachter of pure arrogance and doubt. The things I do for you mr. Vandereycken. No I don't even care .


I lied.