Sutton? Who cares...

Arrêt.

Oh putain de con y gèle!


People are crazy, or is, whether you like it or not. But as one is hunting the moose, the bears dance tropical carioca and spurs oceans of light and snow, all of this mixed by mixed feeling of undecisive kindness and moose hunters and irrational enlightened rationality. But where are we? I am nowhere to be seen, not that I can see neither, but frack! I don't care. But the guy was nice.