Les sardines

Mister Philippe, you are terrific ! Feeling your multiple little hands swarming on my skin made me loose my head...wait a moment...Because, I can understand many things, I'm a very comprehensive woman... How can you imagine that I would believe you when you don't give me news for days, when you said you had to go to the caribeans for business ? And now you're back like a fly on an old piece of meat made blue by tears, you dare to tell me that you were abducted by a gang of women (MERMAIDS, really ?), tied to a chair for nights and days, and they were ordering you to sing all the hits from Marilyn. Specifically « I want to be loved by you » Poupoupidou pou ! Mister Philippe you sing like a pierced pan ! That's why … maybe...Thinking about that WTF story, I wonder if, at the end, it might be true... all those women, couldn't stand your voice anymore for sure, even with earplugs.