Group evaluation

Group two formed naturally around Cathy and a 'single molecule' theme. Group three, headed, reinvented, conceptualised and polished by Gilles several times long time before its existence, got driven together by Gilles like a flock of muttons by a shepherd's dog. And they did not dislike it. And as group one finally awoke, languishing, sleepy, and already bored to death with the idea of wasting time for an administrative excercise, by that time, it was too late to deny that it was a deplorable group of leftovers, where the only coherence was the profound absence thereof. While Roume was in the beginning happy to be LittleBigBoss of groupe one, he rapidly found out that, in fact, he was the king of the idiots. Just after having smoked yet another happy cigarillo on the terasse, earlier today amidst a seemingly admirous crowd of young students, he assembled group one, or at least those few who bothered to assemble, to sorrowfully announce with trembling voice, that due to 'family problems' he is forced to resign. We suggested terminal cancer, at least. With a witty smile, he suggested that becoming head of the group would do some good to any young and earger 'CR-grade' scientist who wanted to become 'DR' in the near future (and do all the writing up of group one's achievements and future plans, or the absence thereof). However, group one simply lacked such a being. We agreed on starting to think about what to do now by the next full moon, or as soon as the coffee machine would work again. Later, Willy informed me that Roume had told him already three days ago, that he was well fed up with trying to make chicken salad from chicken shit. Roume is typically French; he is most fullfilled when being in the opposition. Being against is far more rewarding than trying to solve problems. So the Captain was the first to leave the sinking ship.

essence

Humanity boils down to to a pathetic little choice:
either we help each other or we fight each other.
Indifference is an unstable equilibrium.
And those who fight will prevail.

yoga bloke

Natacha encourages our practice with a cum-like 'ouiiiiihh'
Katie farted twice today - once well in the middle of the aching silence of Parsvakonasana
Joy, with her sensual blond girl's voice, commands: 'up dog!' 'down dog'. And yet she remains invisible above her big breasts.
Philippe bends over and widely opens my butt-cheeks. An act as dangerous as playing football with a WWII bomb.
After the first deep breath in Savashana I reinvented the antimicrobial coating for communal yoga mats.
To adjust Arnaud in his bottom-up Karnapidasana, Philippe placed his anus on Arnaud's.
X's ujjai breath sounded like a masturbating rugby man.
As I was lying on the smelly mat, soaked with the proliferating sweat of a thousand yoga students, with my head placed just below Liam's feet, I was told to take deep beaths and to relax... My nose and lungs begged for incents.

lines: wake-up call

"six-twenty-am, this is the time of your alarm call" repeated the female computer voice with a mixture of compassion and deception. Did she expect seeing me tonight at the bar?

Memorable stories

The most memorable stories mingle humour and melancholy, tenderness and violence, and finish in a sad ending with a happy twist.
Romance: two outsiders in an awkward and clumsy way