Bounce, le gros !

Main Hall tonite. Lotsa rappin' going on.

I was supposed to go to this straight-ass party in Verdun, but I wanted sweat, blood, tears & cum drops. So I skipped the trip to the west end of my world and decided to head straight 'til Mile End, where a couple of my friends were bouncin' their asses to the phat beats of Ghislain Poirier.

I went for the dancehall, really, and Sixtoo only played about 10 minutes of it towards the end of the night. That made me go down to the Green Room, where the music was sickening bad, and where I ran into CPB, a nice gal working at Swimming who is unfortunately not part of my harem.

The boys from Gatineau were there and I even gave Sa Sucreté a ride home. Mc Brutall showed his ass during Bleubird's performance.

By the way, this guy from Florida is amazing. He just moved here but check him out. He rolls on the stage like crazy, has a very doubtful cinematographic culture and a sense of humor I can't deny I dug.

"Nick Nolte & Gary Busey, same fuckin' dude".

For a change, I didn't bring a chick home, and I think I'll sleep like a baby.