#argot

LOL (Laughing out Loud : rire à gorge déployée)

PTDR ( PéTé De Rire)

PTDRTS (PéTé De Rire Tout Seul)

MDR (Mort De Rire)

OMG (oh my God)

TG (ta gueule)

CC (coucou)

TJR (toujours)

SLT (Salut)

TFK (tu fais quoi)

JTDR (j' t'adore)

TAF (devoir)

BJR CCV (bonjour comment ça va)

JTM (je t'aime)

JVM (je vous aime)

MAINTENANT LES SENIORS AUSSI !

CLD : Chez Le Docteur

ACR : Apporte la Chaise Roulante

ATD : Apporte Ton Déambulateur

CPM : Couverture Par Mutuelle

OSVCS : On Se Voit au Club des Seniors

JCAC : Je Conduis Avec une Couche

JOOJS : J’ai Oublié Ou Je Suis

LPPF : La Pile du Pacemaker est Faible

EDBE : Encore Des Brûlures d’Estomac

JSC : Je Suis Constipé

PMDER : Perdu Mes Dents En Riant

OMDUG : Oh Mon Dieu, Un Gaz

JEDT : Je t’Écris Des Toilettes

JTLLA : Je Te Laisse, Le Laxatif Agit

MSPD : me suis pissé dessus

“My shooting-iron,” the cavalry-man who says: “My turkey-cock,” the fencing-master who says: “Tierce, quarte, break,” the printer who says: “My shooting-stick and galley,”—all, printer, fencing-master, cavalry dragoon, infantry-man, phrenologist, huntsman, philosopher, comedian, playwright, sheriff, gambler, stock-broker, and merchant, speak slang. The painter who says: “My grinder,” the notary who says: “My Skip-the-Gutter,” the hairdresser who says: “My mealyback,” the cobbler who says: “My cub,” talks slang. Strictly speaking, if one absolutely insists on the point, all the different fashions of saying the right and the left, the sailor’s port and starboard, the scene-shifter’s court-side, and garden-side, the beadle’s Gospel-side and Epistle-side, are slang. There is the slang of the affected lady as well as of the précieuses. The Hotel Rambouillet nearly adjoins the Cour des Miracles. There is a slang of duchesses, witness this phrase contained in a love-letter from a very great lady and a very pretty woman of the Restoration: “You will find in this gossip a fultitude of reasons why I should libertize.” Diplomatic ciphers are slang; the pontifical chancellery by using 26 for Rome, grkztntgzyal for despatch, and abfxustgrnogrkzu tu XI. for the Duc de Modena, speaks slang. The physicians of the Middle Ages who, for carrot, radish, and turnip, said Opoponach, perfroschinum, reptitalmus, dracatholicum, angelorum, postmegorum, talked slang. The sugar-manufacturer who says: “Loaf, clarified, lumps, bastard, common, burnt,”—this honest manufacturer talks slang. A certain school of criticism twenty years ago, which used to say: “Half of the works of Shakespeare consists of plays upon words and puns,”—talked slang.

yeah it's about slang

" What does God want? Does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? Is a man who chooses the bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him? "

J'essaie de rattraper mon retour : ces photos datent de fin juillet, lors de la visite de mon ami breton, Christian (ici en ange) !