Muru et moui

Muru et moui
Ba ma tite Momo tsé bien que jtadore trops je te trouve trops simpa et ca, sa changera jamais tkt! surtout change po reste comme t'es!!meme si jpense pas que reviendra dans la meme classe, bin c'est pas pour ca qu'on reste po amis ok?? ba gros gros gros bizou jtdr trops trops trops;)!!
# Posté le mardi 23 mai 2006 11:39

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# Posté le dimanche 21 mai 2006 16:12

cour d'eps.. ppr

cour d'eps.. ppr
Les voici en E.P.S!!
vous allez dire, en, eps on est cens faire du sport non pas se prelasser sur l'herbe en attendant que sa se passe!!
mais nous c'est différent!!
et ouai, on prefere largement la fraicheur de l'herbe que la puenteur dun ballon!!
ptdr ne croiez surtout pas non plus que nous ne faisons rien!!
c'est juste en atendant que ce soit a notre tour de jouer!!
mais bn...
on ne supplit personne a nous faire jouer!! hé
# Posté le dimanche 21 mai 2006 16:08

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# Posté le mercredi 17 mai 2006 10:09

Kevin

Kevin
Ici voci kevin plus connu sous le nom de "biscotte",
bin je te connais pas tres tres bien mais en tout cas t'es super simpas sur msn alors, c'est d ca!
b
a ecoute surtout pair pas espoir parce que tant qu'il y a de l'espoir ya dla vie! et ouaih!! et puis tout est encore possible ;) kiss
# Posté le vendredi 12 mai 2006 16:41
Modifié le samedi 13 mai 2006 14:23