Elle vole la copine de son ex ??? - SIP & GOSSIP #23 (ft. Michou)

Hello and welcome to this new episode of Sip & Gossip and I'm here with a great Chippy, not a suspect because I was sure, I'm with Michou.

Not a suspect?

No, I was sure you were a Chippy.

Oh yeah? Yeah, yeah.

Why?

Well, first when I invited you on Flip, because he came on Flip, I told you I was sure you were a Chippy. Yeah, that's true. I don't know, I feel the aura of a chippy. And you, you can tell, you like the crunchy and the crunchy. Me, me, listen to me, I like the crunchy and the crunchy, but I'm discreet in my way of being a chippy.

I mean, I do it like this, I'm on my phone.

You put a dictaphone. And in real life, I don't put a dictaphone either, I'm not… Careful, dear… Not like the people in the stories we're going to read? Oh, little teaser. You told me, apparently, there are crazy stories.

Yeah.

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So you put yourself on your phone, you pretend not to listen to yourself... Yeah, exactly. OK. But you didn't notice that when we shoot together, I don't talk much. And at the same time, I'm like that. I thought it was because you hated me, but I'm happy, it's fine. No, it's all about you.

And then I relay the information like that.

It's Akwabe, it's you.

Oh no, oh no.

Can you imagine, we learn that one day, that in reality, the real person behind Akwabe is a YouTuber. He's known to Kobe for that. No, but imagine it's just a panty. And we pretend it's him. And behind, I don't know, it's Joyca, you see. Fuck, imagine a crazy thing like that. No, but one day there will be something like that, for sure. Maybe there is already.

Yeah, yeah.

Maghla, we're going to start investigating. The Truth, we told you about it with Iris Mitenar. The Truth is coming. Oh yeah? Gossip. You're planning something? Maybe it's already there. But you know what's planned too? A video coming at the end of the year!

What's planned?

For me?

Yeah!

Ah!

Hey!

That's right!

Nice transition! We talked about it just before, but now I'm working on a big video at the end of the year. I think that even after this video, I might disconnect's smart. And it's nice to follow.

I'm happy because I don't know, it's never been done before. And I think it's so cool to say, see you next week, we'll stop on that. People have their thing, their favorite, they have stress, I think they're doing theories. So, Terminal was crazy, but it really got me. Now I'm like, we send a big video to end the year,

and then we disconnect a little bit.

Yeah, you get some rest, you get back on track, and then it starts again.

Yeah, exactly.

Anyway, he spoiled me. Guys, it's crazy. I think it's great and I'm so happy. I'm happy. Tonight, I invite you to read pages. Very good. So we're not going to read the 4 pages, but we're going to start with that. But before that, the ritual, like in Flip, the tea. Ah, that's right, that's right.

We have to serve tea. Unless you don't want to, you have the right to say no.

No, I'm hot. I'm very, very hot. And on top of that,

I see a crazy thing. And it was really a surprise. He sent us something. My ice cream, he's gossiping. So I invite you to choose your tea, knowing that the best known Cassis Violet macaron also exists.

Ouch, I'm dead.

My fingers?

Yeah, it hurts. Well, a little bit, the box is heavy. But there are plenty of different ones.

Yeah, and you even have boxes underneath. There's chai, the chai is so good. Do you know chai? Well, I do. Listen, so... I'm hooked! You say that, but the person who was in the episode before didn't know chai. That's true. So you just made a huge judgment. An excerpt now from Lénie who tells us she doesn't know chai and Michou who makes fun of her.

Do you like chai?

I don't know what it is.

It's incredible. No, that's too much. So, wait, wait. No! You're kidding me! I would never allow myself. You don't know chai?

You don't know chai? I'll have a chai.

I'll have a cassis violet macaron. Cassis violet macaron, that's the taste? Yeah, it's the best. It's so good. You know he's in a break-up because of that.

No.

Because people, since I only take this one, people want to taste it and they go and they tell me every time it's broken. But you're such a star that you think you're... It makes me very happy.

Or maybe it's not at all that.

But don't be too influenced by Magle. On the taste of tea, why not? But there are other things, you shouldn't be influenced.

Like what?

Your scorpions, that's weird. And then he said horrible things about his own sign, Balance. He just spoke badly about all the signs, while I said nice things.

Take.

I think scorpions are a sign of a rat. After Balance, I prefer scorpions than Balance, because Balance is really the sign of guys who have nothing to say. The sign is ugly. No, no,ille, you're...

Wait, that's a joke!

My best friend is here. I don't think I ever told you.

You didn't even know she was engaged!

But you were best friends back then. We weren't friends at the time.

It's a dung beetle that people know.

No, not at all. I was 18, 18, 19. You lived with this baby. Who is this? No, it's not... Oh, she's really getting on my nerves! But no, at the time it was...

You were engaged?

I was engaged. No, but like, pre-marriage and all?

You already had a date?

It's the whole thing, a little subtle. Basically, he had already told me that he wanted to ask me for a marriage. I was 18, 100, etc. So I was like, crazy, romantic, etc. Not at all. We're going to Paris.

We propose to you on a date, normally you panic.

That's what happened.

We go to Paris. We have a cool day. We go to Cloups, the great candy shop. And then we go to the Eiffel Tower. I look at him and he says, yes, I would like to ask for a marriage, but I'm a little shy. And so I'm like, what? And then we go behind, behind, behind, in front of the trash cans.

There's the Eiffel Tower in the distance. And then he asks me for a marriage.

Oh, oh, oh.

The worst thing is that he had,

like, he had warmed an air request. Yeah, that's it, an air request.

With a ring?

With a ring, yeah. I had a ring as a fiancé, and so he made me an air request because he told me, in fact, I wanted to ask him under the Eiffel Tower, it was romantic, but I was too scared. So I do it there, except don't know what to do. And so I said yes and we broke up, I think a month later. Oh wow.

But you broke up in part. It played a little bit of this thing.

I think it made me panic. Yeah, I said to myself, no, it's too much, I can't, it's impossible. I said, I can't get engaged. You didn't know. But he was a nice guy. a little too fast. The demand in my... So, yeah, it's true that Kovid knew. Damn, that's crazy! Did you start

the process of talking about it to your mother and all? Or were you so... My mother knew because he lived with us

at the time.

Oh, damn!

Yeah, he lived with us,

so my mother knew.

That means he came back

and said,

OK, I asked for the It was very pretty, it's a ring with a blue topaz and all. There you go. I've been engaged in my life. Damn, that's incredible.

Congratulations. Thank you.

I don't know if I should say that, but... It didn't last, listen...

A month.

It's beautiful. You're crazy to say I've already been engaged. And it's true that it's really an anecdote that I forgot. I think we're going to start this episode. I'm opening the ball! It's all open the ball. Oh la la la la la la la. Wait, but it's crazy, there's a site! Yes, we have a site now, magla.fr. Submit your anecdotes, go ahead.

It's great.

Oh, the crazy titles.

Oh yeah, there's tea there. The title of the two there. We may not start the first one. Oh, it's the first time someone has done that. What? To do it in order.

Oh, you don't have to do it in order. You do what you want. We're going to do it in order because there are a lot of people who want to do it. There are 4 pages.

There are name drops, like names we know. I read Polak. Yeah, yeah, there's PLK There's a date that is dear to someone here I love it Let's take the first one

Caught by a model

I love it

I'm settling in Commentary of the production There are even the commentary of the production I don't know if it's good to start with that

The production said

It's really long but the story is crazy Solene, I love you so much for writing comments.

But it's really long, by the way.

Let's go.

We have time. Hello to Magla and all his team. And I'm going to get screwed.

You are genius.

He didn't say he was going to invite him to laugh.

No, no. Magla and all his team. You have to apologize. Sorry, I got involved a little too fast.

And she said I was prestigious. No, it's beautiful.

Oh, but there's a category.

I hadn't seen it.

Sex category.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. As if.

I'll start with the first one. No, but it wasn't written before. Oh no, we're going to have sex. It's going to talk, ass. Everything happens one evening in 2018. I was a young 20-year-old student and it had been two years since I had moved to Montpellier for my studies.

A city that I love and that I have never left since. Besides, the influencers who like to make fun of Montpellier, you just don't have the vision, but in short.

Who?

I don't know who. I don't know any. Maybe the Montpellier team, as it is their... In general, when it's your city... It's true that they have to make fun, they have to allow themselves. Yeah, when it's your city, you're banning. Yes, it's not so good.

Yeah, that's for sure.

While we respect Montpellier. Montpellier is the south. It's good. After, I'm more Team Toulouse, sorry but... Ah, I not a gossip! It's not a gossip? You're talking to a girl from Montpellier,

it's us, we want some croustine! Yeah, it's not a gossip, I'm kidding. But I forgive you, I forgive you.

I have 12-year-old gossip. I've already talked to a girl from Montpellier.

No, it's cute, I was ready to move to the other side of the globe to hide so much I was ashamed.

Oh wow!

I like it.

You're making me curious. That famous evening, so it's a special evening. I had planned to go out with friends who already know the city and love to show me places I don't know yet. This time, the evening takes place into a nightclub at nightfall. So the chic place to go. I'm not a fan of the nightclub atmosphere, I prefer to chat quietly in cozy bars or in-apartments.

But my friends end up convincing me that I should at least try it once and that it would be a memorable night. And given the night I spent, they didn't know how right they were and that this night would mark me for life. Oh, you're giving me! The capitalized AVI, I love it! You're givers, I love that.

So, when the party starts, we enjoy the atmosphere of the bar, we chat quietly on the terrace, I'm very comfortable in my element. But when the terrace closes and the club atmosphere begins, with the music in full swing and people full of sweat sticking to me,

I start to feel overload oppressed. So I quickly look for an escape. A lot of people don't like that. Yeah, I can understand. The nightclub vibe, it's a bit sweaty. I like it from time to time. Yeah, that's it, from time to time. But when you know it's going to be this atmosphere and you're going for it,

you're prepared and it's fine.

In fact, I have moments where I want to zoom in, I go crazy. Zoomies? Yeah, zoomies. What's a zoomie? You know when an animal is running around, it's crazy for 15 minutes. I have this thing with nightclubs, where I want to dance. Music all the way.

Yeah, I want music that tears my ears apart. And that's it, I can go for a while. Ok, I get it. Yeah, and then you have a little bar. I'm totally Zoomies max, when I'm in Zoomies I'm in Zoomies max So, it's starting to go in Zoomies

As the entrance cost me a kidney and that every exit was definitive My only escape was the Smoker

Oh, hard

Unless he smokes

Yeah, unless he smokes As it will be the case for all the times I'll be hanged in a club. The smoking areas were systematically my refuge in which I spend 99% of my evening. Yeah, so maybe they smoke, but then whatever.

But you don't need to smoke in the smoking area when they're very small, in general you smoke naturally. Smoking area is disgusting.

It stinks.

Yeah, that's it, when they're very small you smoke. Oh yeah, you don't have any air? Plus, you come out and you stink. It's the hair, it smells directly. No guys, don't smoke. So, trying to sneak towards the smoking room, I meet the gaze of a redhead woman, absolutely sublime. She had so much charm,

the kind of charm that we rarely meet and that marks us for a long time. For now, it's cool. It's crazy. In grey. And I stay there for a few seconds. His gaze then turns to me, an intense and deep gaze.

But suddenly, I wouldn't know if his face was expressing surprise or disgust. I start panicking and I land in the fumoir. Oh no, so there he landed in the fumoir. Ah, he saw it going to the fumoir. Yeah. And for once, it was not a closed room that smelled like cold tobacco, but a real open terrace with its own bar.

So much for the dream.

Ok, that's very good. Yeah, quality fumoir. So I spend the whole of my evening there. So really, he abandoned his friends. He doesn't care anymore, he has new friends. Oh no, I spend the whole evening talking to my friends. I don't know how to read. No, in fact, he wants to contradict you every time.

You say something and I do the opposite. Finished. Or to perfect strangers. And the evening is finally less unpleasant than expected. Around 3 in the morning, while my friends were dancing inside,

I start to get impatient and I prepare to go home, but I decide to have one last drink. And as they say in narrative horror games, this choice will have consequences.

I love you!

I love it, it's so well written. He writes so well! And the last drink, be careful, the glass of too much. You know, it's like in Life is Strange, it puts the little note with the paper in the mood of ting!

Yeah, last drink, this choice will have consequences, I love it. While I'm waiting to go to the bar to order, I feel someone slipping right next to me. While we were already tight, so suddenly I turn around, exasperated and ready to go, but I freeze when I see who's stuck against me. You may have guessed it, it's the sublime red woman I met earlier.

But it's a movie there!

Yeah, it's a romantic movie for now. For the moment, romantic. Suddenly, I lose all my means. Especially when we are... I love...

I love the stories where he's like... You know, he's panicking, he doesn't know where to go. I feel the panic, even I'm panicking for him. Yeah, am I going to catch the rush? What is he going to do? Suddenly, I lose all my means.

Especially when we are really close to each other. against me and her intense look plunged into mine. Too much detail. Yeah, too much detail. There, in her head, she takes advantage. I was petrified and no words could get out of my mouth and I barely dared to look her in the eyes. These few seconds of silence seemed to me to last an eternity. A light smile then drew on her face and she told me, the most serenely in the world,

you're cute. Oh, well... Wait, it's so funny, it really reads that. Honestly, flirting as a girl, I know people think it's rare, but there are a lot of girls who can do it.

Oh yeah?

But saying, you're cute, you have to go. I can flirt, but not like that.

It's subtle.

Yes.

Yeah.

Sometimes even too subtle. I'm also too subtle in flirting. And so the person doesn't understand them. Yeah, I think. And when I don't want to flirt, I feel like just talking

will make me flirt.

Yes.

So I patch myself. You block. Like I say, no, we're not going to talk because I don't want you to think that I want to flirt.

I totally agree.

No, no, you're cute. And I can hardly beguile a...

Me... Me...

Thank you.

That's how he said it.

Me...

Me...

Thank you.

Oh, okay.

I'm like, wait, but I can hardly beguile. And now I can't beguile you, I'm like, wait, but he has RP. I realized that there was space behind her and that no one had forced her to be serious about me. So this red goddess voluntarily stuck to me to literally make me go in.

Now he's on fire in his head.

But now he's on fire. Oh, he's on fire. He says to himself, it's my lucky day. And at the same time, he's scared. I don't even have time to think about what to answer her that she's with I'll buy you a drink, what do you drink?

She does all the work Queen of the world She does all the work So she compliments me and she offers me a drink I don't know if we realize

how rare it is to live from an unknown person when you're a guy but it had never happened to me before and it almost never happened to me again after this evening, and even less from such a beautiful woman. I was shocked and terrified at the same time.

I love it!

I'm in a what-the-hell mood.

But for now, he's really...

This is the evening of his life. It's going so well. She's the woman of his life, the mother of his children.

Yeah, maybe.

Oh, yeah, Matthew Mother. We then talk for a few words in response. She doesn't talk much about her life, but I learn in particular that she is a model, which did not surprise me at all because she has a magnetic aura and that she is beautiful to cut the breath. I read the compliment there. Oh yeah, no, she took it.

Yeah, really.

Let's say if you go that way, Ben. Imagine it's not his girl and comfortable with it. It's good, we understood that she was beautiful. I siphon my glass to find the courage I desperately need at the moment. And the second my glass is finished, she pays me a second glass. And a few minutes later, the same thing happens a third time. Be careful, because there she is just in the process of talcolizing.

Talcolism, it's weird. Honestly, at this point, I don't understand what's happening to me anymore. Oh, he's in a bad mood. One glass, two glasses, he's in a bad mood.

He's ripped them off.

It's okay, I'm going to start feeling comfortable. Now I'll be able to say what I feel. The two previous glasses are starting to have their effect and I'm much more relaxed. So I dare to look her in the eyes much more I was like, I'm going to go home. I'm going to go home. I'm going to go home. I'm going to go home. I'm going to go home.

I'm going to go home. I'm going to go home. I'm going're going home. It's so cliché. It's so cliché. But no, but the you're cute and we're going home.

It's too much. He has nothing to do.

And I had to answer

yes

in less than a thousandth of a second so much so that I absolutely didn't need to think before answering. She opened her mouth.

Yes. Yes, we take his car and we take off to continue what is announced as the best night of my life. Going to an unknown person's house... Hey guys, you have... Yeah, but when you're a guy, it's a little less scary. It's true that you live less of that, while for us it's our reflex of, Oh, danger!

Yeah, maybe I'll warn my friends, maybe I won't go.

Yeah, whereas a guy, it's true that you rarely see that. I think you have a life expectancy that is more reduced because if there was a serial killer girl, she would kill you so easily.

Yeah, I think so. Maybe that's what I should do.

Magla.

Scorpion, we said Scorpion.

It's okay, you've never been a Russian.

I would have asked myself questions. Have you ever been Russian? We're going to ask ourselves questions. On the way, we talk and laugh. Then, without saying a word, she stops in a night market, comes back with several bottles of alcohol, she's on fire! No, but she buys a lot of alcohol. Wait, but she took the car while she was drinking?

Or does she only make him drink?

Ah! Maybe she only makes him drink.

It's a bit weird. Yeah, either she only makes him Oh yeah, it's too dangerous. I was already feeling drunk, but when she handed me a bottle in the car, I was still drinking in the euphoria of the moment. Be careful, sometimes you have to try to take a step back. He's going to push himself.

That's why we say, with moderation guys, you have to take a step back at times. It can happen, you're in euphoria and everything, but you have to... There's a time when you have to limit yourself. Drink at least a glass of water between each glass of alcohol. At least. Yeah, or you have to at least try at each glass of... What's the name of this one?

I don't know.

Yeah, judge yourself a little. Yeah, that's it. Once you get to your apartment, beautifully decorated, you can only see... No, but the girl is a... It's a perfection that is just destroying it with alcohol. But I don't know where we're going. Located on the first floor.

In brackets, it will be important for the rest. So apart from the first floor. We sit on his couch and the party continues. We laugh, but we start to get really hot.

Well, here we go.

When all of a sudden, she stops everything, gets up and offers me a drink. Again? Oh my beautiful, there will be a moment when you stop. Yeah, it's getting really weird. I'm already way too drunk, I even turned a little bit, so I politely refuse. Except that her look changes all of a sudden.

She seems frustrated or disappointed.

Oh!

Suddenly, I don't understand at all, and the last two neurons that remain accept the glass.

Oh no!

That means that there is already forcing.

But since I don't feel good, I pretend to drink to please her. Since it strangely pleases her that I drink. That's weird. So I alternate between two techniques to make her think I drink the glass. Oh, already when you start doing that, it's weird. It's a real problem. Red flag, honey, red flag. Yeah, yeah. At the same time, he's already almost trapped because he's at her place.

You're at an unknown's place, she forces you to drink. Pretend to drink while spitting the alcohol in the glass. Oh, fuck. And discreetly empty the glass in the plant pot next to the sofa.

Oh yeah.

I mean, he pretends to drink.

It's a movie, really, but... In the glass. Yeah, it's really a movie. Normally, you don't need to do that in real life. Although I try to be as discreet ninja wouldn't be very effective with so much alcohol in his blood.

Ok, so now he's fucked.

He's fucked. Yeah, he's fucked. And especially, as it gets harder, the effects of alcohol start to decrease. And I notice that when we were at the bar, she was constantly checking my glass. Ok, so now he's starting to leave and he's starting to realize, as if to find it weird, but I remember that I was thinking about the most beautiful night of my life with a red, fatal woman, with one of the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. So I didn't think much about it at the time.

By force of malice, she obviously ended up burning my random ninja techniques. And she gets angry all of a sudden, telling me that, but no one should force you to drink. I mean, it's too weird. My blood runs out at once. I feel overwhelmed.

I feel like I've wasted my time. Yeah, that's it.

That's manipulation.

It's not your fault.

So I try to catch up and apologize, but nothing is done.

She remains visibly angry. So, easily, on the People Pleaser side... What's that? It's when you do everything to please people, even at the expense of your own stuff.

Ok.

Like, you don't want to do it, but you do it anyway. Well, he's on that side. It was a very hard time. I try everything for everything, I tell him the truth, I'm already too drunk, I try to be very careful with alcohol and that it was really not against her or to disrespect her. Oh yeah, so... I don't know if it's true or if he's saying that to get an excuse, but anyway...

Apparently he's saying, I'm telling the truth. Yeah, so full of strength, it's always very complicated.

Yeah, that's clear. After this confession moment, I didn't know at all what reaction to expect from her, but strangely, she just started thinking, that I would like to drink outside of alcohol. Why does she want them to drink stuff? Ok, yeah, yeah, that's true. What's her problem? Yeah, that's true. Well, I have a theory, but... I don't think, and even if it's 5 in the morning,

I ask her... Oh yeah, fuck, it's late. I don't think, and even if it's 5 in the morning,

I ask her for a coffee. I wasn't losing my point of view. The horrible night I was expecting with this sublime woman. Because, well, we drink, we drink, but...

Even too drunk, psychotic...

He has a plan!

He still has a plan! You're a little too much of a pirate, my taste. And when I ask her for a coffee, her angry expression disappears all of a sudden. And she smiles again, as if it were summer. What made her happy wasn't that I drink alcohol, but that I drink. That's weird. Yeah, it's really weird. That's it, he's not going to be dehydrated. Give him some water, at least.

Yeah, like, why are you drinking alcohol already? And why do you want him to drink? Leave him alone. So she serves me this coffee and I drink it in front of her, even if it was really disgusting. OK, she's strong, but... That was her weak spot. Yeah, the weak spot. Which seems to please her, and what reassures me is that

from that moment on, we start to get to know each other better, much more intensely. Honestly, I thought I was going to die

because I was so excited about it.

Wow!

Is that possible?

It's so funny that he's so... like, in the details like that.

And I still couldn't believe what was happening to me. It was too beautiful to be true. And you'll see that it was indeed too beautiful to be true. I'm so happy. Give me the tea.

What?

I'm so happy there's tea.

That's horrible.

No, no, no.

He's just saying that his moment is going to be wasted. And you're like, I'm so happy.

We're not here it's great. Yes, it's cool. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Like, there are kids. I would be a little disappointed. I want there to be drama.

Sorry.

No, it's OK. OK, I feel like we're going to go into a less than 16 atmosphere. While the atmosphere is horrible on the couch. She tells me she's going to get ready, that if she came back in a sexy lingerie, I was going to die of excitement. Or maybe she just wanted to take off her make-up. Anyway, I was totally in the mud.

The minutes go by, and while I wait impatiently, another phenomenon happens to me very violently. Terrible pains in the stomach. I don't understand what's happening to me at all. Why now? Why so suddenly, but the pain intensifies very quickly and I end up understanding what's happening to me. I feel the urge to empty the most violent, the most painful and the most urgent intestine of my life. Maybe stress?

Oh no, yeah, yeah. Oh yeah, so the coffee club, alcohol... Yeah, I think it's my style.

Oh yeah, no, it's crazy.

He just wants to free himself. Ouch, ouch, ouch. The timing couldn't be worse. I have the entrails that are on the verge of the explosion and this beautiful woman occupies precisely the only place that could allow me to free this unbearable pain. I'm going to die laughing. Imagine he shits on himself. Imagine everything going well. In the end, the girl is not weird at all.

She just comes out.

He shat everywhere in the living room.

He's like, sorry, sorry. I want to know where it's coming from. So it's a poop story.

I have no idea.

We're starting the episode on a poop story. My reputation is not going well. I'm sweating like after a marathon. Oh wow. But I really can't hold myself back anymore. So I try everything for everything, even if it ruins the moment, and I'm standing at the bathroom door begging her to let me in.

At this point?

Oh yeah, it's just that there's really no other solution.

Oh yeah, he's going to do a fulgurating shit. And it's at this moment that everything changes. Everything is changing. She opens the door, she is completely naked and she tells me these words that will remain engraved in my head. Don't be afraid, I just want you to shit on me. I discovered the sentence by reading it.

I discovered the sentence by reading it.

Stop!

Oh la la la la.

Don't take this sentence out of context. Oh, it's so funny! This sentence doesn't come from it. Stop! Oh, my God. Don't take this sentence out of context. Oh, it's horrible!

This sentence doesn't come from me.

Wow!

You just wanted to make me say

horrible sentences.

Oh, wow!

Oh, I'm so happy. I mean, sorry, not happy for you, but oh, wow,

but at what point?

I'm so happy.

But you're really the worst. I saw that! Oh, that's awesome! But it's crazy, the story is crazy! But damn, man, you don't realize, she wants you to shit on her!

So she ends up on a scatophile, actually.

It's crazy!

Oh yeah! She's there, like, shit on me! But then she puts your stuff in her glasses? Oh, damn, she must have put laxative! Well, yes, that, there. But the worst thing is that I can't even imagine the face of his shit. After all he took there,

I had a huge bug on the neck. Big crash system. I couldn't even understand what she was just telling me. When I finally understood her sentence, I'm just in shock.

Thousands of questions and thoughts were flowing through my head in a few seconds and I was frozen there, with the greatest desire to empty the bowels of my whole life in front of this beautiful naked woman who was just waiting for me to do it, but on her.

How is that, my brother?

I'll wait for everyone in front of her.

Wait, but that means, you think, she went to the bathroom like, come on, now I'm waiting for it to be done.

She's waiting. And in fact, she he's going to knock and he's going to crack. Really, she recited. I think she must do it often because she's like, OK, as soon as he knocks, I can go out naked. She waited for him. She was sitting on the toilet seat naked like that, like, ah, shit's coming. And it's crazy. It's crazy. I would have an apartment on it.

We don't give people medication on their consent. Yes, we are out of consent because we laugh and laugh. We have a... Here. I'm very happy to have your stories of Krusty, but that's serious. We don't do that.

In fact, I think she's a scatophile. And the problem with being a scatophile is that it's scary.

So she said to herself, well... I do it with people who are not consenting. I manipulate. Why didn't I think of that sentence the last day? In case you're a lot of people, just find people who like shit too. Ok, and now I'm finishing by understanding everything.

It takes time to understand. I can see that there's a bug. The fact that she wants me to drink as much alcohol as possible to be less vigilant. Then the fact that she absolutely wants to check that I drink something once I get to her apartment.

The fact that the coffee is so disgusting. All she wanted was to make me ingest laxatives

to my insides.

That's too bad. And that's why my bowels were on the verge of erupting. But she must have been really mad because she was looking at each glass. No, I think she was alcoholizing it. So that he doesn't cough afterwards.

And that way he it all ended. But it's an aggressive behavior. It's an aggressive behavior. The fact that I realized that I had been drugged, or rather, drugged, made me feel completely trapped

and in extreme danger.

Well, yes, honey. You don't know what else she could have put in there. Yeah, that's it, you lose all confidence. It's too bad. And I panicked. There would have been hundreds of different ways to handle this situation,

but I was totally panicked and I couldn't think anymore. And all I wanted was to run away as fast as I could. I took a quick look at his apartment and the only option I saw was his big open window. And without hesitation, I ran and jumped out the window. So he's on the run.

No, he's in the first floor.

But first floor is high! First floor can stay high! I'm sorry, we're not on the ground floor. We're still on a floor.

Yeah.

It's three meters. The ceiling is generally three meters.

I think it's at least three meters.

Wow! But the fall you're hitting! Imagine if you fell on it. On the spot... Wait, it's a crazy guy. On the... I didn't catch it. Suddenly, I had totally forgotten that his apartment was on the first floor and that I would jump from much higher than expected.

Oh, wow, that's dangerous. He could have died. And really not in the best physical condition. I try to receive myself as well as badly by hurting myself slightly, but especially in the impact of my fall, it creates a chain reaction in my body and everything that had been held for far too long, it relapsed all of a sudden! And I expel a phenomenal amount of shit

in a single moment! And we were like... Oh, I'm so sorry! I was like... I imagine the scene... No...

And then I was like...

Imagine he fell, I'm so sorry!

It's horrible. He fell, he relapsed everything at the same time. So first, he dropped everything at the same time. So he's already injured. I'm sorry.

And there's everything that...

I'm sorry because the situation he's living is horrible. But with hindsight, knowing that he's fine, since he's telling us, it's...

Wow!

And there it is 3... 5 o'clock in the morning. You have to go home. There are people going to work. They see you like that, the margin of shame when you're in the subway at 5 o'clock when you get in and people have their little suitcases and everything. There? There, it's a question of survival.

No more to do.

It's a ball of water, man.

Hey, man, we're together. It's a question of survival. So don't be afraid. Take the subway, even with shit everywhere. You were in danger.

You had no choice. a lot of phenol, yeah, we're not going to repeat it. I don't have time to understand what's happening to me. I'm getting up hard. It was a bit heavy.

I run as fast as I can and then I have to walk all the way to my apartment. About 30 minutes of walking. Still drunk and with hot liquid shit absolutely everywhere in my pants and at the same time in my socks.

The March of Shame has rarely worn its name so well. in my pants and at the same time in my socks. The March of Shame was rarely as well-known. I didn't know the March of Shame.

You didn't know?

No.

The Walk of Shame.

Ah, well, that's...

The March of Shame, you have two different ones. It's when you go to a set with clothes the day before and you come back the next day without makeup, without hair, you have the same clothes as the day before, you're in a hurry. Or the return at 6 o'clock when everyone goes to work and you're in party mode.

Yeah.

It's the Marches de la Rousse. OK, I didn't know the term. Once I arrived at my apartment,

new panic because I can't find my keys.

Oh no.

Oh, it's at her place.

But wait, the story never ends. but she's exceptional. She's exceptional. I tell myself that she must still be at this woman's place. But I can't see myself confronting her to get them back. I never want to remember that night again. Besides, what do I do if one day I meet her in town?

Because Montpellier is big, but... You meet people in real life. You can meet people. As if I wasn't ashamed enough, I have to resolve to wake up my roommate so that she can open the door for me. Oh, the roommate who opens the door, oh, it's hard. And she's going to ask questions. Honestly, you tell her it's a story to tell.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I think the next day you tell all your friends. Maybe not the next day, a week later. You have to digest.

Me, the next day, Camille, she's aware. Oh yeah? Girl, you don't know what just happened to me. Girl, you see the girl I'm in with right now? Wow, I have to tell you, it's crazy. When she opens the door half asleep, I run at full speed to avoid her feeling the torrents of shit that I had to get rid of. And I go into the bathroom

to clean everything I can. My clothes, my wallet. Pfff, the damage. How is your wallet full of shit? I don't know. Why? I don't know how it's possible. And above all, taking at least 5 showers in a row. By the way, the panic of my keys was even more ridiculous when I found them the next day.

I just dropped them 30 seconds before I got to my door. Shame. Aïe, aïe, aïe, walk of shame. As if I hadn't already felt ridiculous enough after that night. The biggest frustration I have in this whole story... Ok, so that's it. We're done. We have the conclusion. The biggest frustration I have in this whole story

is that I thought I was going to have the best night of my life

and in the end, it was clearly one of the worst.

Oh no...

He didn't say the worst.

No, tell us the other stories please. Tell us the other stories. a lot of time before you dared to talk about it, you see? Oh baby! I feel sorry for laughing and everything. Either you say it on the spot and the next day you say, wow, or I think you take time. In truth, it's still an assault.

Yeah, that's it.

Getting your insides drugged because it's drugs, getting your face drunk, getting your insides drugged, it's serious. In truth, it's very, very serious. I felt very ashamed and I became much more suspicious of people and much more attentive to my glass and those of my friends. But over time I got rid of the shame because I understood that it was absolutely not my fault. No, you shouldn't be ashamed of that. That's cool. Because that's what I was going to say, you see, he's ashamed and I was going to say a little bit of ...

He's not ashamed! But man, in real life you've movie. And since then, I've been laughing about it, and treating it with more lightness. And it's become a crazy anecdote that I sometimes tell in parties,

about the tone of humour. Cool. We did a good job laughing.

That's good then.

That's good.

Honestly, it's exceptional. I don't really know if there's a moral to be taken from this story, even if I'm clearly not one of them. I doubt that the vast majority of people practice this in mutual consent, but the problem here was clearly not having spoken about it before and wanting to impose myself on the situation. Communication is still and always the most important. I also want to say that since this complicated period of my life, I have managed to completely stop drinking.

Oh, bravo! Sober for 6 years. And I managed to free myself from my insecurity, fear of abandonment and and on the People Pleaser side. What goes with that? It allowed me to understand that I was in an abusive relationship and free me from it. And it's the best I can wish to all those who are locked in there. And for those who are wondering,

fortunately, no, I never crossed paths with her again.

Ah!

There you go, I hope my anecdote has accompanied you to vote and that you liked it. Thank you for reading me. Big kisses. You are exceptional! Very, very big story.

It was crazy!

And nothing to add to the conclusion. No, honestly, not at all. The conclusion is great and I'm so happy that it evolved in that way for him. We laughed about it because if the story is there, it's because he tells it and he knows how to talk about it. But it's a very, very hot story. But in fact, yes, there are several. I'm already in perfect morale. He said, is it cool to accompany your tea?

So I'm sorry, all the people who eat and drink. But yes, I'm sorry. It's a classic to eat in front of Sip & Gossip.

There you are in fashion.

Here we go.

We can't, we can never.

You know there are shit stories, that pop at certain moments, you don't know when. Here it was at the beginning. I don't say anything anymore. It's like that. But in general, if it's not at the beginning, it's fine. Because you click, and you know that after that it will happen. In 15 minutes, you're done eating. So you're done eating, calm, but you keep watching.

Except that here, it't trust the person. You never leave your drink unattended. You put something on it if you can. And you have varnishes that have a different color when there's drugs in it.

Oh yeah?

Well, that was laxative. But yeah, you have varnishes that exist for that.

That's good.

Yeah, you have, be careful. You see, that's what I was going to say, because in real life, I don't have any instinct or reflex to be careful at all. The number of boyfriends who have been drugged, I have a lot of them. Yeah, yeah, at parties. And sometimes because guys important to say it. Once, I know it was for me, because it's a guy who was always around us. He's the only one who approached our glasses and my buddy, a full drugged guy, etc.

So we realized that it was supposed to be on me.

Oh yeah, damn, so your buddy...

We got him with a little spoon, we were so worried. Be careful at parties, that it's a reminder.

I tell myself I'm a guy, it doesn't happen to guys.

Yes, it happens. It's more like a girl, but it can happen to you too. What else do we have? There are... November 8th, my birthday is a disaster. Did you see the titles? They are awesome.

November 8th, it's my birthday!

Are the macaroons are real? Yeah, you can eat them. Because last time I remember I ate something disgusting. Yeah, but you looked for it. That's wrong. That's wrong.

But you can bite it.

Look, you see, there are only people who have bitten.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

Who bit?

Joyca, Amine, Jilsi, Romini bit.

But they knew it was wrong. They tried the experiment.

They did well. OK, I have kebab, cremaillère, gun and coke. Wow, what are those? Are they categories? No.

Category kebab, category coke.

Oh, fuck. That's another type of sugar. Kebab, cremaillère, gun and coke. Wow, I want to know the cremaillère. Hello Magla and his incredible surprise guest. Everything starts one evening in 2021

when at the end of the evening around around 1am, I decide to go eat a kebab without my friends. I meet a man we'll call William. William, very macabre, oh it rhymes. 1.85m, smiling, generous, nice, in short, I didn't need more at the end of the evening. He tells me he has a two-step crematorium here and if I'm interested, to show you like this. And you become more paranoid. But don't be paranoid anymore, I'm telling you. But Sam, we just told you. What are we going to do? You're playing our game, we just told you.

I obviously accept his invitation with pleasure. I am polite. We do not refuse such an attractive request. No! We refuse! It's crazy.

Well, no, thank you.

There is a possibility. paranoid, so I can't. So around 2 a.m., after having eaten kebab and chatted a bit, we go to the cremary with William. I go in and they're all at least 35 years old. I was 21 at the time. There's a DJ and about 20 guests. I tell myself at that moment

that it's a great end to a party for a Friday night. The story could have ended there, but the same story, it's the remake. The coffee at 8.30am, I have a stranger. It's in parallel, you have to imagine that these stories are happening in parallel.

Oh yeah, it's the same story.

And William is the guy from La Rousse.

Maybe William and La Rousse met.

It's all I'm dreaming about. And here we are, us are drinking coffee. Wait, they still haven't slept? No, they're still awake. Yeah, the party's over and it starts again in the morning. We like it. The knowledge in question is over 40 years old, but for now I don't have the alarm in me that tells me, girl, go home, you don't know anyone.

Yes, you should have it a little bit anyway. You don't have a survival instinct, it's funny. to With one of William's friends, we all go to the park for kids. I remember they are 40 years old. You are 40 years old, no kids, you go to the park for kids. She doesn't know them, she accompanies them in a regular activity.

We go to the park with friends.

It's cool, yes.

You know, there are slides, swings.

What better after a coffee break than to go to the park for kids, always with strangers. But William's friend has a dog and two children. Okay, but they're not here. I think it's fantastic, so I'm there. Everything is so close that for now I don't feel the need to go home. It's easier to hang out with a chill guy than to go get a bus or a subway to get home. So around 3 p.m. Oh yeah, it stays. I tell William that I would like to rest.

Remember, I haven't have time, she went to the beach. Still as charming, William invites me to sit at a friend's house he had to see, waiting for the night when he had to find the band again since they had planned another party apart from chill.

But she's never going to go home, especially now.

But come on, honey! Again, I'm thinking, what a nice guy! Yes, what a nice guy who comes to invite you. Mark, rather not very tall, 1.70m. It's okay, 1.70m.

Bald,

hairy, and not very comfortable.

Wait, how does it go 1.70m?

She said rather not very tall. 1.70m, it's okay.

Yeah, I agree.

We're not talking about 1.20m and we like people 1.20m. I'm not going to be able to sleep. I'm going to be in a room with a lot of furniture. I'm going to be in a room with a lot of furniture. I'm going to be in a room with a lot of furniture. I'm going to be in a room with a

lot of furniture. I'm going to be in a room with a

lot of furniture.

I'm going to be in a room with a lot of furniture. in a children's park without children before. I'm putting that back. First detail that jumps out to me, I realize that this apartment is huge. On the ceiling, a large alcove in the corner of the room, but very few furniture. I'm on a two-seater sofa, half flowery, half wood. Vibe broken.

And in front of me is a under-seated armchair. Oh, and two or three furniture like that, still packed. Oh wow! But wait, how did he say that with so much honesty and cold? It's normal, maybe he took the time to learn the language. Because maybe he's not hiding anything. He's just saying it. He's just saying it. He's just saying it.

He's just saying it. Oh, wow. But wait, how could he say that with so much honesty and coldness? It's normal. Maybe he took the time to learn Alcone. Because maybe he's not hiding anything. It's just that she didn't take the time to learn Alcone.

Did you ask the question?

Ask this question to your date. Are you getting out of jail? It's important. Wait, wait, I'm not getting up on the moment. I'm going to throw the card. Wait, wait, that's not possible. Get up! But wait, who does she hang out with usually? Who are your friends?

What?

I'm like, I'm not going to piss him off with this prison thing.

But if he pisses him off?

It's been two days, it's all recent. We don't know, we never know. It's important. And then even, from where you look, if it's not a gossip, So you're thinking, when is the fling and the coke? We don't care about the brand deco. No, no, no, we were good in there. So I'm coming. Because it's true that there's the fling and the coke. Yeah, the fling and the coke are coming, I agree.

When I wake up, of course, men make me eat since I was the princess with the little weight. I'm enjoying myself Later in the evening, our guests, not your guests, my darling.

She's settled in.

She's at your place.

She's in a relationship. She's married.

Yeah, yeah.

They're our guests, we made her eat.

She's reacting, she's acting like you. Like you earlier when you were joking.

Yes, no, because at this point I felt like the owner of the apartment.

There you go, perfect.

Exceptional. Oh, that's great. Then Marc takes me for a ride in the kitchen and asks me if I'm on drugs. I say no, not at all. I have a lot of other vice, but drugs are not one of them. He says, very well, I can trust you. What's the connection? I tell myself that I'm starting to want to go home. The guy is talking to me about prison and drugs. In the space of two hours, maybe I should take the subway don't do drugs. I ask him what subject he's referring to. And there he comes out with a kind of pocket full of white powder from his pocket,

puts it on a plate and and his guests in the kitchen. On a large plate and I brought it back to the living room.

Wooooow! No, but that's hard!

I have no words! All that while we were playing cards and betting money. So the scene, I'll remind you. Yeah, it's poker coke there. I became a coke waitress. On top of that, I played cards with people who bet for me. Because I didn't have any money. It's simple, she ends up, for me, she ends up in a party with mafios. But of course, she's in a party with mafios, poker, coke. And she's like, the long rail or...

Who is the raw rail for?

The well-cooked rail is for you?

A little thick?

Really. But I had a privileged spot because I was on the couch while the others were on the floor. Remember that Marc doesn't have furniture because he's out of prison.

So it's okay, she's on the couch.

She's on the couch, she can stay.

No, honestly, she's right. Big Prince Marc. So Marc walks up to me and says, Do you want to know why you're the only one who can sit on this couch? I'm like, wow, he's probably a year where she's like... I'm starting! Or the guy is just a bit of a show-off. He needs more brands.

I'm gonna throw the iPad away. What show-off? I'm gonna scream. Sorry, I'm just screaming. What's funny is that in the story,

it still doesn't seem like she's a bit shocked.

Everything is normal! She's still like... He's actually handsome, you know. And if it happens, I'm going to get my shot. Yes, I just want to fuck. Wait, maybe I'll make it. He tells me, you're the only one I trust enough to sit on my gun. Oh, the Frenchman, he's laughing, it's Wattpad, but who did he even get? Then I say to myself, but he's kidding.

Mark, he's not that kind of tolerant. Yes, as you know him, in hole, he's doing rails, ok!

But he wouldn't have a gun anyway!

But he's sitting on the couch, not the others!

Oh no, that's catastrophic! Wait, wait, wait, how old is he?

21

Wow!

Yes, because now on the site, we asked your old, normally you smoke? No, no, no. Then he lifts the pillow from the couch and I really had my ass on a gun.

The party ends.

Obviously, again in the early morning. I would be too afraid to press the trigger. But I would really... Your ass, it would...

Yeah, you have your ass on a gun.

I say, well, at any moment, it rails I prepared are for something. With William and a friend from the evening, we say we're going to have a coffee. She even comes in, just below Marc's apartment, then we go in.

But she's still not in a red flag.

No, it's normal.

She still doesn't say to herself, I'm going to find a way to escape.

I can't wait to hear the conclusion, to know if she's taken a step back and said to herself,

We have this left. I'm standing in front of the cafe, it's closed. They tell me, no, don't worry, it's going to open. Indeed, not a minute or two later, I see a man in his 60s come and set up a table for us on the terrace. Oh, it's you. So, he's struggling. He's playing cards with the boss. I'm getting some coffee to get some strength

and finally be able to go home. After this intense weekend, Mark was maybe famous in the neighborhood, to the point that the café downstairs opened its doors for them, not known like Beyoncé, but more like Al Capone, a bandit.

Oh yeah, you...

It took you like three days

to get that?

Three days!

In fact, that's what shocks me. Do we know when the story dates? 2021. So it's been a long time, but I hope she took a step back on the situation. for a long time. It was dangerous. There were a lot of things. You don't know him, you go to his house. First, be careful.

You never know. He's been out of his house for two days. Ask questions. Tell a friend you're there. Try to see if he's coming back and then find out a little more about the rest.

He takes cocaine, you serve him. You're not that kind of person. You don't smoke cocaine. You have nothing to do in this party. Get out of this party.

He's a fag.

You're sitting on it.

You're sitting on it.

But what do you want me to do?

You're at the park for children without children.

Yes.

He's 50 years old, you're 20.

Oh no.

I hope you enjoyed it. I had to remove a lot of details I realize that it could have taken a whole other turn. But no, it's not true! In fact, it looks like she says that, but you know, she realizes it without realizing it. Yeah, well, no, I just... No, but I realize that in truth, it was a bit of a crazy thing. I realize it now, so I'm writing the story for you. I was hot, I was hot.

It's crazy, honestly, I'm this story. Yeah, I think the story is scary because there is really no awareness at the end.

No awareness.

But on the other hand, this other genre story, please, because I laughed a lot. It's exceptional.

I liked it. I loved it.

You knew it was going to be about Johnny Cock. You knew it was going to be about and got scared that she never told anyone. You know, like, in case I'm in a mess, if I don't give too much news, you come get me. Friday night, she just wants to eat her kebab. A man is at the kebab, you want to come to my house?

Yes!

It's crazy. Fortunately, nothing happened to you. And it's a great story. In fact, I think, best advice we can give you, a man. Don't go. Oh! There's a world where I know the story. Stop. How? Wait, but you know there's a world where I know the story. How can you know the story?

I have a story. Someone told me a story. The same thing. With PLK?

Yes.

Wait, wait. Is it a story that would be told by famous people and it happened to their ears? Yes. It's crazy. Wait, wait, wait! That means we have the person... Wait, wait, wait! That means we have one of the people

who lived that

while you just have the person who suffered that! No, I'm so happy! No, actually, I was told about the story by someone.

Ah, it's a long story and I'm going yes, it reminds me of something, it's crazy. I love it. Hello, good evening Magla, the team and her pretty little guest. Oh, she put envy apostrophe T. Oh, I love it. Apostrophe Emoji T.

It's true that we are guests. Yes, it's true. I love it. That's how I'm going to call you now. In brackets, who I hope is Polish.

Yes. I'm sorry for you, but she's not brown, she doesn't have big butt.

What's up with my cock? I'm going to tell you how, for a year and a half, I thought I was in a relationship with PLK. You're kidding me! Wait, I have a question. Do you think that one day PLK will do a gossip? I don't know. Because if it can happen, I almost want to leave Do you think that one day PLK will do a gossip? I don't know.

Because if it can happen, I almost want to leave the story because it looks priceless. I don't know, I have no idea. But we've been too much on the subject, people want to know. So, but in fact, it doesn't look like... Maybe it's not the story you know.

No, it's maybe not the story I know.

You'll tell me off camera. that I know is more a girl who made up on purpose that she was with PLK.

Oh wow.

But she did it on purpose. She lied, basically. Whereas there, she got caught.

She really thought, you see. OK. So it's not really the same thing. End of 2019. I come across a PLK Insta photo. The account was called PLK Official, without anything weird.

And had several thousand subscribers. Without asking me, I send a message. Hi Polak, I love your sounds. Ok. A few hours later, a note from this account. It's a pleasure, thank you. Emoji heart. Emoji.

It surprised me a little, and he replied a few hours later. But why not? And there, new message from PLK. Otherwise, what's your name? Ok, so now this famous PLK decides to get to the point.

He can say, it's a pleasure, thank you, because you like the sounds. He starts again with a How do you call you? But above all, she said it well at the beginning, I thought she was in a relationship with him. But now it looks like the story of Brad Pitt. Yes, yes, it's clearly a four-digit number. We'll see how she got caught.

But how? It's a catfish. We'll see how she got caught. How? Ouch, ouch, ouch. I tell him my name and we start talking.

And that for about thirty minutes before he tells me he needs to take a shower.

Ok.

Very good. So he talks and after a while he takes a shower and no more talking. A few days later, we talked again. We talked more and more until we talked every day for hours and hours. Ok, so that's it. We understand that there are broken atoms. It's a pain.

After a month, I started to develop feelings for him. It lasted a month.

And I felt that he too. He ends up confessing his feelings to me. So we got together.

Already, it's weird to do that like that. You've never seen each other? You've never seen each other? Well, no, otherwise she would have seen that... Yeah, but you don't cut people out. You don't have proof of who it is. On the Internet for a month. Well, we cut it out. Wait, little apartheid.

We did three years of four-digit react so you could see it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Shit!

But it's true, your community,

when do they learn?

You never learn. After that, it's maybe the Romie community, it's the JDG community, I don't know. Guys, if not a gossip, it should become a national thing. Yeah. It should. Several weeks later, our first argument breaks out.

Oh yeah, so that's it, they're really in a relationship. Oh, you have a real couple thing. They are together, they continue to talk, first argument, that's it. Nothing serious, just a couple's fight. So I suggest we meet up to settle this. Maline! Because you never told us. Let's see, maybe?

You never told yourself? It would be nice to see him, to have a date. It's true, it's true, it's weird. So he had to fight so she'd say

let's settle this.

It would be the first time you see each other to settle this. Yeah, yeah. I was like, dude, you've gone too far with this conversation. It's been two months since we've been talking. But he replied that he couldn't because his mom was sick and that he was going to see her.

What an excuse.

They always have excuses, the four girls. I swear, we've become experts. It's always those excuses.

There's always a sick neighbor.

Yes.

So I told him to tell me when his mom was better so we could see each other for real. He promised me that we would see each other as soon as things got better. But the story is not over yet, but I can't wait to understand what was the purpose of the guy behind the account. Was it just that he needed love and he pretends to be a PLK and he's cheating on girls? Is there a side to it?

Does he want to swindle him of money? Is it the only one? Is it the only one? I don't think so, because if it's that easy... I think it's like, he wants to live the life of a PLK, like, in his place, and he's like, he's like, it's crazy, don't do that. March 17, 2020,

the lockdown falls again. No, the lockdown falls. And it becomes a new reason for not seeing each other. Fuck... How long has it been, the situation? In 2019, she started the discussion and now they are in March 2020. 3-4 months. Yeah, it's been 3-4 months.

The lockdown is over, we can't see each other anymore, but we still talk to each other as much and with as much love and cuteness. He even told me that he was talking about me in his music, to his family, to his friends.

Yeah, it's manipulation.

Oh baby.

My girlfriends knew I was in a relationship with him. Oh no, that's worse. Oh fuck, that's hard. That means she never saw him, she still told her friends. Yeah, I'm in a relationship with PLK, but don't say it too much. And one of them asked me to add

the little brother of our friend to her.

Wait, wait, wait.

One of them asked me to add the little brother of our friend to her on Snap to tell her that I was in a relationship with her favorite rapper. She must be very young. Oh yeah, yeah, yeah.

That's why she got caught. She wants the little brother of the guy on Snapchat to tell her it's true because he didn't believe her or her sister. I add it and I tell her that PLK is my sir.

My sir.

But he didn't believe me. So I send him screenshots where he said I love you, I think about you, I talk about you in my sounds, etc. And then he says to me Do you think I'm stupid or what? I know it's not the real PLK account. Smiley is laughing.

That hurts.

Oh, but thank you little brother.

Yeah, but yeah. Me, in denial, I tell myself that it's wrong, that it's just him who thinks that. Wait, but how, after 4 months, she says, maybe he's wrong, actually. But he sends me a screen that gives me chills. A account named PLK PB with a lot more subscribers

and certification.

Well, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, it was so simple.

But especially how you never checked it.

She just had to write PLK in the search bar.

You're the first bar to understand that she wasn't talking to the right account. But above all, the account you're talking to isn't certified. There aren't many subscribers? She said there were a few thousand. You can imagine that... There were 2,400 subscribers.

She said, come on, 3,600 followers.

Wow! Tell me, Polak, he has a secret account. I just broke down. And without thinking, I blocked and deleted the fake account of PLK Without even telling him that I knew it wasn't him or that I insulted him In brackets, I regret not insulting him After that, I was just pissed off and I was still in love with PLK

Oh no !

Because I couldn't tell myself that I wasn't talking to him Damn, it's hard because it means You can see her listening to PLK's songs She was watching PLK's stuff and everything like He's my guy, she likes him. And then you even talked, you gave your confidence to a stranger. But yes, she said intimate stuff.

It's the hardest. You say intimate stuff, I think it's sure, four months of relationship,

you have to say things.

But of course. It's a stranger who has to trust you. Especially since she looks very young, so she has to trust easily. After that, I was just depressed, I was still in love with PLK and I loved him for several months until I met the man of my life.

Yes.

Cool. Nice ending. Who was he? He looks exactly like PLK. Today, I'm married. In brackets, yes, I got married super young.

Age at the time of the story, 18 years old.

Oh yeah!

So there, I... Yeah, you were young, she was young, really she was young. She got married at 20. Yeah, 18 years old. Yeah, 18 years old, she was young. Wait, no, it was 5 years ago, the Covid. 23.

Yeah, she got married.

Yeah, she got married. I don't know if she got married at 23, but she got married. Maybe before, but I love her. Don't worry, I love her. And I got back on track with this story. I hope you enjoyed my story.

And the moral, great online stories can be true, but they must always be verified.

Yes.

Kisses.

How come in 4 months, she didn't verify? You know, she told her friend, I'm in a relationship with BLK, why is it that you're here? None of your friends went to see her? Yeah, like, this account,

you're talking about this account.

OK, I'm going to say something. It's so weird. Me, in my group of friends, if I talk to someone, believe me, my friends, they went to see the account,

they went to see who was following them, OK, change of girlfriend! It's true that they didn't do their job as friends at that time. You're supposed to be the FBI! No, I don't want to put the thing because she's still a victim of a catfish, so I don't want to put it on her. The problem is the guy, the official PLK guy. It's called a catfish? Yeah, it's called a catfish.

The guy dares to use it. And we don't know why he did that. I think he wanted to live the life of PLK. He said to himself, thanks to that, I get love, I get people, etc. Because he didn't take money from them. These are people who sometimes don't trust each other. Be careful, you have to realize that you find on the Internet, as long as you don't have proof, proof that it's the person, it goes super fast.

It's too easy to catfish. Especially with everything that is deepfake and AI today. It's crazy. But you know, not long ago I watched something on France TV, about victims who were saying things that happened to them. It's the same, it's a girl who said she thought she was in a relationship with David Hallyday, I think.

Oh yeah.

Johnny Hallyday's son. It's a mom, she was like, I don't know, 45.

It's so sad because she speaks with so much naivety, they display the photo on the screen and you see that the photo is a super badly edited one. And you say, no, how can you be fooled by that?

But it's the first victims, our parents or grandparents. When you look, when you go on Facebook.

They have less codes.

They don't have the codes. And I don't know if you hang around a little on Facebook. It's crazy. It's like a pile of AI stuff. But you, you know it's AI. or a crazy cake, but like a cake like that in front of someone. They're like, wow, this cake is extraordinary. How did he do it to make such a giant cake? You can see it's AI.

And they don't see it.

Yeah, yeah, that's it.

It's crazy and it's stupid. But even I sometimes get fooled by AI stuff.

Yeah, I actually happen to look at something and I'm like,

it's AI, it's a link? Yeah. Oh, fuck. It's well done. Even now with the voices, where you can fake the voice and everything. It looks like I can fake your voice. It's scary because we're right at the limit where we're starting to have trouble. We're starting to have trouble,

while we're the most informed, you know.

That's crazy. And that's where it's scary. There have to be laws very quickly on that to be able to identify if there is an image. They are already doing that, I think. Yeah, but they're taking time. The law is going slowly.

I feel like they're going to put laws on the stuff, a little bit, you know, professional. Maybe we're going to do it in production, on the Internet, all that.

I feel like amateurism, a guy who makes a random video that posts on TikTok. How do you want to regulate it? I've already yelled at you, and I don't know if you've already come across it, with an IA on the phone. You didn't have that. There are numbers calling you, you know, when you get demarched for advertising and everything. Well, now it's an IA. I swear to you. Like, from time to time, it happens.

Well, actually, it's great. It's a real voice. I swear to you, it's a real voice. And there was one time when I was taking off and I was often working at the same time, so I put it aside and I don't like to bother people who are at the end of the line because I tell myself, well, it's people who don't have much choice, you see, so I'm always nice.

So now it's starting to talk like Hello, my name is Sandrine, I work for that and all, and I say hello, that's great. Your dad is a liar. Your dad is a liar. And so she talks to me and I say,

sorry, I'm not interested, have a good day. And she keeps talking. And I say, no, I'm really not interested, it's crazy. Like, stop, you're cutting me off and everything. And then it starts to's an AI. And then I let it go. And I'm like, I just got confused with an AI on the phone.

It's crazy.

And in fact, it's been six months I've been called by AI.

It's so cool.

I've never been called by an unknown number.

So...

Do it, it's an experience. It's a fucking experience. on the phone, we can track you. Oh yeah? I think so. When you stay on the phone too long with someone who's malicious, if he's set up his thing, he can track you. I think it's feasible. And so I never answer the unknown number. I think it's a lot more complicated than the movies.

Even the scammer, I start laughing at him. We never know. But the guy, in the end, he got the info he wanted. I think it's super complicated. It was scary. Really? We're not in Flip and Gloss, are we?

Flip and what?

That's it, it's scary.

Oh, here we go.

To steal my ex-girlfriend. Oh, but it's your dog.

I don't know.

But he comes to see.

Come here, come here, come here.

What is it? You're going to tell us your little gossip too? Sit, sit. There you go, you're waiting. Damn, super wise. She's always wise. Dear Magla and her splendid guest, for this story, I'm going to call myself Clemence.

And the story I'm about to tell is a story both funny and fortuitous, which is the craziest Netflix series. You're going I love it. I chose to tell you about it in several parts. Let's do it in episodes, because it's been three months. Three months that changed my life. OK, you know what? I'm going to try to never cut it.

They're very good at teasing.

They're good. OK, I'm trying to read it in one go. I'm trying not to cut it, so we're in series mode. Episode 1. The first night out. Yes, it's a nice color. For one of her bi-fort parties in her room. Every Friday, she invites friends to her promo. It's chill, I love meeting people, so I go without hesitation. There, I discover Marine, her girl.

We had met quickly last year, but this time we spend the evening together, laughing, talking, getting along really well. So well that at the end of the evening, since I didn't pay attention to the schedule of the last bus, with Marine, his girlfriend, we remind you, because there is no more room, given that I was not the only one to sleep there.

Cockas.

So there is her ex, the girl of her ex, and her.

Oh, my God. Absolute embarrassment. Marine gets between Lisa and me. I literally do body with the wall. Yeah, I should have kissed the wall. And then it's the ex in the middle.

Really, I hear. The ex, better... No, no, it's not the ex, it's the other one. Oh, OK. Yeah, it's better, I think. Yes, yes, yes, it's better like that.

It's better when you're the best.

Marine gets between Lisa and me, and I'm literally still with the wall. Lisa goes to bed quickly, and there, Marine and I, not at all tired, we start talking, to the point where we don't see the time passing until the sunrise. I'm going to bed with the girl next door. Oh, yeah, yeah. Who's your ex? I'm leaving in the early morning with the first bus. My heart is a little turned. There's an info we didn't have.

But I'm in a relationship. So I just say to myself, cool, I get along with her. Nothing more. Episode 2. Lisa's bomb. Two weeks go by.

Evenings every Friday and sometimes Saturday. Saturday and Marine and I are getting closer and closer. Same humor, same reaction, same intense look. It's disturbing because I've never experienced that. Thanks for Lisa.

Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie, aie, aie,

she's having fun.

She falls. On a Friday, Marine is absent. I end up at the bar with Lisa. I'm talking about my boyfriend, Nicolas, who I'm going to see during the holidays. She's gay, I think. So her ex is Lisa. So, ah, ok, ok, ok. And her boyfriend's name is Nicolas,

who never seems to be in a party. Yeah. Marine told me that in a parallel world, she could have tried something with you. That's weird.

Wait, it's the girl who told her that?

Yeah.

Lisa.

But there, you already know you have to cut. Yeah. It's already too weird. But above all, she says it's normal. I think she's saying it like she's probing, like, yeah, you don't want anything for my girl. I think she's probing. In my opinion, she's probing. Well, you know the story is starting.

That's it, it's weird.

I love it.

My brain is bugging. Your stories are crazy. I panic, I wonder. I'm not jealous. You can be jealous, you have the right. You have the right. I think you have the right. But I go home in total question, unable to sleep. And the next day, evening at the room with Marine. Episode 3. Damn.

Reveal on the balcony. I stand up at the party, embarrassed as ever. Marine sees that I'm weird. She takes me to the balcony to talk. We ended up, after a long negotiation, letting go of what Lisa told me. Marine breaks down, a monumental embarrassment. But quickly, I reassure her by telling her that it also pushed me to ask myself questions because of

this alchemy. And we come to a terrible and undeniable conclusion. We are amateurs. The discussion is interrupted because there were many passages on the

balcony.

Fuck, in fact, it's technical.

It's terrible. We thought our discussion was going to become suspicious, so we acted as if nothing had happened. But then we're in a big free wheel. We follow each other, we look for

each other, we dance. Ultra intense evening. The next day, in the face of monumental wood, I propose to Marine a drink on Monday so that we can finish our conversation I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'm going to go to the bathroom.

I'm going to go to the bathroom.

I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'm going to steal her best friend's girlfriend and her ex. Double! And on top of that, she's cheating on her boyfriend.

On top of that!

Well, there's the total.

Episode 4, the clandestine glass. We meet at the bar, an ultra tense atmosphere. From the start, we decide to be 100% honest. We redo the evening and our discussion most of all, Marine is with my best friend. Yes, and your ex too. And your ex. We shake hands, we promise to stay friends, to bury everything in a deep denial, to take our lives back on our own. But spoiler alert, it didn't last.

I was going to say you're super mature, but not at all. But in fact, if she says that and she still wants to see each other again, it's dead. Well yes. It will never work. But if you say it like, go ahead, we're trying to make sure that... Yeah, let's make sure that we have a party in two days with everyone. Yeah, you know it's going to look weird. Although, for me, you have already crossed a limit. Episode 5, holidays, coming out and confusion.

I leave on Friday, which follows for two weeks of vacation. That's far from it. During the first week, we kept calling each other hours. But without ambiguity. Stop it, not us, not us! Without ambiguity, hours. Without ambiguity, we call each other hours while I'm on vacation with my boyfriend. Oh no, the first week she's alone.

Nothing weird, I'm a very strong connection. But in my head, I was so in denial. The second week, I find Nicolas, his boyfriend, we remember. I do my bisexual coming out to him. He doesn't know! He takes it pretty well, even if he doesn't understand too much. How does he take it well, even if he doesn't understand too much? It's not even a question, my dear.

But we quickly get our heads on heavy subjects. Marriage, children, while we've been together for two months. Wow, that's all. Why are you getting your heads on that? and therefore Marine. Episode 6, decisive evening. Lisa is gone in Erasmus. There are so many episodes and each episode is so good. There are 7 episodes. But each episode is so good.

We are at the penultimate episode. Marine tells me that Lisa has proposed to her to open their relationship. Ok, it's starting badly. I know very well that this is not what she wants and that she is forced to stay in this relationship that does not suit her anymore. And then, Marine, in all her splendor, says the fatal sentence, which meant everything. Oh no, I say this sentence all the time. If there is a doubt, there is no doubt.

We knew that a discussion was to take place. Obviously, given our behavior. Even after two weeks of denial without seeing each other, we knew what we wanted. Arrived in the office, we both split up. I admit to her, well, I can't deny the obvious and risk losing you.

Our eyes intensify, I answer, so what's the plan? Episode 7, the inevitable. Oh la la, episode 6, it ends perfectly. The teasing! She really wrote it like a series.

It's your pad!

It's episode 6, you say, that's it, that's it, it's the moment, and then,

end.

But we want the sequel. Nicolas, what's going on? Tell us everything. The next day I call Nicolas. I prefer to be honest with him and I leave him before he comes to spend the weekend at my place.

OK, that's good.

Leave him! It's good, but Nicolas... Forced! Poor guy, he had no explanation. He was dismissed.

We're doing the project! Really! Marine, on her side, is breaking up with Lisa. No, she's leaving her.

But there was nothing with Nicolas, I think.

Yeah, I think Nicolas didn't have much love. Nicolas was there, it was a recoup. He's a figurehead. Even in our story, he's a figurehead. In the story, she never talks about it. She's like, well, I'm going this week at her place. We talk about us, the announcement to our friends. Wait, but Lisa, is she aware that they are together?

She calls Lisa at the end of the week to close their relationship. Two weeks later, we official. But wait, Marine and Lisa, so the two girls who are in a relationship, they are in a mood, we open the relationship. Marine, she leaves her. Marine, she leaves Lisa.

Ah, ok, yeah. Bye. The friends are shocked because they didn't see the announcement coming from Paris, because they have mutual friends, but happy. As for Lisa, we decide to tell her two months later so that she can digest the separation. Being abroad, I therefore call her to announce it. She didn't expect it either and asks me not to talk to her anymore

until she finishes her Erasmus. Yeah, it's been three months since Marine and I have been together. It's recent, it was there now? Oh, it means if she finds Lisa, she's a subscriber, she's there. I know this story. Nicolas and Lisa, they're here.

Oh no. They're here, they're watching The Sip and Gossip together. They're watching The Sip and Gossip together. It's a soul-pled mode to comfort yourself. Are you talking about us? I know this story, it's funny. Despite everything, it is obvious that we could have done things differently

to avoid hurting the people around us. Yes, absolutely. However, we are happy to have had the courage to say to ourselves that we risked everything for us. Moral of the story. Following your instinct is sometimes jumping into the void, but it can lead to a very good ending.

Thank you for reading me. Moral of the story, given by Barbara, don't cheat on your spouse. Now, yes, it's true that you seem to love each other, but I think that, in fact, it could have been done very differently, because now it's hard. In fact, it could have been done much better, because already there is the famous limit of going to flirt a little more,

until you realize that she was enjoying herself, while the two were in love on their side. I'm not going to say it's a bad thing, but it's a bad thing. I mean, I'm not going to say it's a bad thing. I mean, I'm not going to say it's a bad thing.

I mean, I'm not going to say it's a bad thing.

I mean, I'm not going to say it's a bad thing. I mean, I'm not going to say it's a bad thing. I mean, I'm not going to From the beginning, all the stories are about tea. Yeah, I agree. There's everything. There's poop, love, sex, betrayal. And let's start on November 8th.

My birthday, a disaster.

Wait, because I just did that,

but it's my birthday on November 8th, so...

And yes, Magla.

It's my story, friends. All this time, I've been telling you that I was going to hide one of my stories in the Sip & Gossip, and it's now! Wait, you already said that? Yeah. Oh, that's very funny. Maybe there's already a story that was read, that it was maybe mine. Oh yeah? Maybe, maybe not.

Oh, that's very, very funny. Well, let's see what you did on your birthday. On November 8th, my birthday, a disaster. It's so good, it's the best. Hola, que tal? It starts like this. So, today I'm going to tell you my short story about the day of my birthday when we got burned in the middle of...

Three little dots.

Oh, it's really a story!

It happened three years ago. So, it's okay, let's start. He wrote it, but the way he talks, you can tell. I love people who write like that because you live it. I was 19, it was November 8th and I was expecting a little quiet evening with Maëlle. Just the two of us, we don't have an introduction of who Maëlle is. I don't know, Maëlle I guess.

A quiet evening with Maëlle, just the two of us in my big house, a romantic atmosphere, a little music, a few candles, in short, the perfect plan for an intimate birthday. We take it. In short, the perfect plan for an intimate birthday. Mael arrived around 5pm, with his usual smile and a bouquet of flowers. He looked super happy, so did I. We settled in the living room, we talked, laughed, and very quickly the evening after a tour. A little more intimate, smiley and cheeky.

I was already half undressed, my boobs up, him totally naked, and we were completely in our bubble. Well, it's okay, Kien. It's a good thing, huh? For now, I feel too much. Yeah, I... too much relaxation.

I really thought we'd be alone, to enjoy this moment. Except that I heard a strange noise. A key in the lock. Whispers. And before we had time to say anything, the door opened wide.

Oh no...

Surprise! Oh, total anxiety! Anxiety! It's the thing that only happens in the movies. I love it! I love it! It's the best story! Oh no! Well, it's a surprise, yeah, clearly.

Well, yeah, one is bald, one has boobs in the air. And the birthday surprise is coming. And how did she not know? No, how? Mael didn't know? How come Maëlle didn't know? Maybe he wasn't ready.

But yes, it's the guy. It's his guy. But yes, his guy. He must know. It's his friend. There's a surprise planned.

You're not very, very integrated in your friends, Maëlle. It's weird. And that was chaos. About thirty people invaded my living room. I'm not going to be able to do it. I'm not going to be able to do it. I'm not going to be able to do it. I'm not going to be able to do it. I'm not going to be able to do it. I'm not going to be able to do it.

I'm not going to be able to do it. I'm not going to be able to do it. I'm not going to be able to do it. and balloons in all directions. The silence of a half second was epic. It's great. I imagine it opens the door on the couch. Were they on the couch?

Yeah.

And it means it opens the door, surprise!

It breaks and they're like...

You're naked with... Then everyone burst out laughing. Oh no, because that means everyone had time to see. Well, yes. I really think they went like this. And it was an atrocious scene and everyone understood.

One of my friends had the nerve to say,

we're not too late for the cake.

Big cake, yeah.

In fact, I think it's funny. If everyone had been a little embarrassed and turned around a little bit. No, they de-dramatized it. They laughed, they de-dramatized it. I think it's like, come on, it's okay. Mael was red as a tomato,

trying to hide behind a pillow, repeating, but I didn't know, I swear! I didn't know where to put myself, between embarrassment, panic and a few cousins. I can't even imagine if my parents or my family were there. First, it's a few friends and cousins.

There are cousins, there are people, there are already too many people. Yeah, already about thirty people, she said. Finally, we quickly put our clothes back on, just in case. Excuse everyone. Okay, let's go back! And the party started. My big living room turned into a mini improvised nightclub. Music in full swing, balloons everywhere,

a huge chocolate cake and gifts stacked on the table. During the evening, I couldn't escape the little van.

We arrived just in time.

Oh, the bastards! But Elin, at least you started the party in style. Hey Maël, welcome to the surprise club. They're really dogs. They did that all night, they're really bastards. They're actually good friends.

We all ended up laughing together, dancing, singing, and I stayed with this strange feeling. Between the moment of extreme embarrassment and the joy of being surrounded by people I love, it was my 19th anniversary. Completely unexpected, hilarious and unforgettable. Even today, three years later, pregnant. Congratulations.

Oh, bravo!

Incredible. I love it. I think back to that day with a mix of shame and laughter. I tell myself that if I had been told this when I was 18, I would never have believed it. And I will never forget Mael's look, completely trapped, all red,

trying to hide behind a pillow. Wait, he was like this. But after, great story, because I feel like in the end, it's a fucking souvenir for both of them. I hope it's him, with the glasses. And the friends who laughed, so it's cool.

It's funny, they have some drama, it's okay. There's no one like, it's serious, it's funny. No, there's nothing serious. At the moment, it's sure, it makes you uncomfortable. But it's bodies, all said to ourselves. Wow, imagine when you live with your parents or something and you do this kind of thing.

Imagine the staff comes in.

Imagine someone sees me.

And that's what happened. It's great. It's so funny.

In any case, very good, Sipen.

I loved it. OK, so there's the Adaron a little too comfortable, This one, this one, we have to go for it. I think it's going to be him, this one. Wow, two brothers, a plan A3 and a coming out surprise. I want to read this one. Oh, this one looks like... My first catastrophe date.

There's going to be a lot of twists.

Oh yeah, I think it's going to be something. I think I'm going to take, you know what? A food thing. Never share your Nutella skin.

Commentary from the production team.

But it's not going to work!

We're going to go back to the first story, Magla, I think.

Should I keep it for later? Oh no, we have one. No, but no, that's it, let's go. You opened the gap there. It's very short, in addition. Oh la la la la la la. What can it be? Very good choice. It's so good, Naruto. Anyway, often when I was going to classes and my parents weren't there, I was meeting

different girls who were the girlfriends of my brother at the time. So often I would find myself locked in the living room with the impossibility of going to my room because they were doing things that weren't very Catholic, let's say. Oh no, poor thing.

It's so funny.

The joys of having a big brother. I'm not aware of it! I tried to change my mind by eating Nutella Tartines, which was also my breakfast. You're probably wondering why I'm so detailed that I eat Nutella. Well, no, since you put the title with Nutella. But know that it's very important because little by little I saw the amount of skin go down a lot more than usual, since he had been in a relationship with one of his girlfriends for several months. Ok, well yeah, she's allowed to eat Nutella. Yeah, for once, it doesn't scare me, until now.

Ok, Inspector Gadget, go for it! Some people don't worry when there's coke and guns. You, you see a Nutella jar coming down, you worry. Too paranoid! That's a bit too much. No, maybe not enough, wait.

What was not my surprise when he told me that they had as a habit, during felations, to dip my brother's penis in Nutella to add flavor.

I'm going to die. Me too. But it's a joke.

When he dies. No, but, but, take a spoon. The family pot. The Nutella family pot. No, but it's too fat. No, it's very, very...

So, wait, wait, I come from a big family. We share a lot of things. Maybe, maybe the Nutella pot... You take it in a family format and everyone gets in. It's normal. And sometimes when one person takes too much, you say,

you're overdoing it, go ahead, leave some for the others.

But here...

Have you ever seen the Nutella pot go down too fast?

And now you're saying it.

Ask one of the questions. When he told me that, I thought I was going to go crazy, especially since he kindly asked me if I agreed. To which I obviously said no. He agreed and for a while, the consumption of Nutella did not move, even if I did not consume any more. Unfortunately, when my mother bought a new pot, a pot that fortunately was not soiled, I started eating it again and I quickly saw that it was starting to flow again. I asked him if he had resumed his practice and he said yes. Since then, I have learned to trust him. How did he say that? He saw a Nutella pot and said, ah, that's good.

And after two weeks, he's already empty the pot. It's crazy, all of a sudden. Since then, I have a little trouble trusting him. I have linked Nutella to that and I have a hard time sharing my breakfasts. Moral of the story. Always check your Nutella and jam jars. Kiss and make yourself some crepes. Kiss and make yourself some crepes.

It's better. For Nutella, it's better, I think.

Brother, the big brother. I'm talking to the big brother right now. Take a spoon. Take a spoon. Make yourself a little bowl of Nutella. You take it to the bedroom and do your stuff. I mean, there's no problem with putting Nutella on your pee. He put his sex in a Nutella jar. It reminds me of a music by McFly and Carlito. He put his sex in a Nutella jar.

It's crazy. And often because... Oh! Burke! It disgusts me. Moral of the story, make yourself a bowl, if you want to put your pee in Nutella. Shit.

But I agree! In fact, have the sexual practices you want, but in the respect of others. Yes, yes, yes. If you like it.

Yes.

Fuck, the guy, in fact, when you know there's a family, in fact, you know that if you let the pot drain, someone will serve at some point.

The pot is there, so ...

Yes, the pot is not yours, it belongs to the family.

And on top of that saw you ate some. Does it bother you? Yeah, because we're doing some practice. It's cool. No, go ahead. First, he leaves you the room. He's very nice.

Buy your own jar.

Buy a good jar.

He can't even watch Naruto and Sasuke anymore. Poor guy. It's terrible. The story was great.

The story is great.

No, but thank you, even though sometimes you live horrible things. Know that we have a lot of empathy for you. But it's true that your stories are tea. You live crazy things.

We're going to go into

a cuter thing. Wait, but there are crazy things.

You don't want to go into

something else. Organs sold. Call the police. Ah, there's an interesting topic. You know what? I think there's going to be things to say because the title scares me. The mystery of the ghost condom.

Oh, OK.

It smells bad.

Yeah, let's go.

Commentary from the production. Point of interrogation, point of interrogation, point of interrogation. The production is on fire. Trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, trocadé, troc improbable story, but true, which involves a missing condom and a little bit of discomfort.

Okay?

This story dates back to November 2019. I was just 19 years old, and the day before, I officially started a relationship with a boy with whom I had been flirting for some time. We slept together, we went around, but I didn't want to make it official too quickly. And then finally, we took the step. Here we are, we're a couple. Okay, bravo. So far, so good. To celebrate this, we go to Paris together for an event.

I booked a hotel, I suggest you come. He accepts, everything is fine. Day at the top, evening quiet, good feeling. And the evening came, well, we ended up in bed. So far, normal. We start to warm up, start dating, It's exciting. And then, when I go to the higher speed, I ask him if he has a condom. He says no.

Well, a little frustration, but we continue our little business. And then, a few minutes later, I feel something slip along my leg. Latex texture, very identifiable. Wait, what? It's funny, it looks like Inspector Gadget. Latex texture, very identifiable.

I immediately understand that it's a condom. And in my head, I think, ah, he must have tried to put it on indiscreetly. He didn't succeed.

He abandoned the poor man.

But I thought they didn't have any hoods.

Well, I thought so too.

What?

I don't want to put him in a bad mood, so I'm not saying anything. We end up falling asleep and in the morning... Ah, so she felt it slip. Don't pay attention, ok? It deserved to be discussed, but ok. It doesn't stop there. We end up falling asleep. And in the morning, by redoing the bed a bit, I come across this famous condom.

Slightly embarrassed, I push it from under the sheets. I push it from under the sheets. No, no, the trash already, no? I don't know. I tell myself, if I throw it away, he'll think I saw him. So basically, she says... Oh, you didn't want to bother him at that point? Yeah, she says, maybe he tried to put it on, he didn't succeed. Okay, I'm not going to bother him.

I pretend I didn't see anything. Okay, I understand. Okay. And later in the morning, he had disappeared. So I say to myself, well, he must have thrown it away. We don't talk about it anymore, end of story. I have a delicate question. Oh wow. You cheated on me at the beginning of our relationship. What?

So he's the one who's the one who's cheating. I'm bugging him, I'm asking him why, and he's answering me, because the day of the hotel in Paris,

I found a condom in your vagina.

Oh!

What?

Oh, wow.

What?

What?

What?

Wait, that's crazy. Because for the moment, my theory is that the hotel is a hotel in Krakow, there was a condom and they never cleaned the sheets, you know. Ah, I thought maybe it was him,

and then the hotel cleaned it, they threw it away.

No, I'm telling you, because I'm telling you, for me, I'm stuck on the I don't have a condom. Yes, yes, it's true. That's right, she said I don't to go. But what? How is it possible? How is it possible? But above all, she seems so sincere to me, like, oh, well, it must have been him.

So how did you have a condom in your vagina, my dear? But even from a previous relationship that they could have had. It's been a long time since he's been here. You can feel it, right? After that, if it's... I burst out laughing, a little nervously, obviously, and I explain to him that I thought he had tried to put one in and that it had failed.

But no, it wasn't his.

What? Oh my God.

What? And then the investigation begins. Who is the culprit? Where does this condom come from? A little reminder of the context. Before him, I had slept with another boy.

But I was absolutely... Wait, what? But they were in a relationship? No, because before they were together, she was flirting with him, but I think she had a boyfriend next to her.

Oh, it was the first time he wanted Ken.

No, they already had Ken. Well, yes, but that's why. A little reminder, before him, I had given birth to another boy, but I was absolutely sure he had withdrawn after. but before, while he was his ass, she also had other asses. It wasn't his boyfriend. But no, because she said, and finally, we're in a relationship. Yes, that's it.

To celebrate that, to bet together. Ah, yes, OK.

You're adorable.

You're so cute.

Who, me?

Yes, you. Oh no, but it's the first time he sees you because he just got in a relationship.

I'm trying to understand. I stay frozen, I burst out laughing. OK, and then the investigation begins. A little reminder of the context. Before him, I had slept with another boy, but I was absolutely sure that he had removed the condom afterwards.

But that means it's been a long time.

But yes, how long was it? Did you sleep with him the day before you got into a relationship?

Or was it a long time ago?

Well, if the guy in front of her says to her, did you cheat on me at first? It means that he thinks it's not normal that she had a relationship 3-4 days before. It means that they've been together for a while. At least a week, I'd say. And you too, in the comments, how long do you think it's been? Hey, you're going to do the survey.

Do the survey in the comments because it's crazy. Wait, I was sure he had removed the condom afterwards, and even before that, I was with my ex. And likewise, never had any sudden disappearance problems. Ok, wait, timeline, ex, ass shot, multiple, new guy. There's a lot of timeline. I'm doing the timeline, please. And even before that, I was with my ex.

In the meantime, no unprotected relationship, nothing. And on top of that, during my periods, I use a menstrual cup. So technically, there's no way a condom stays stored somewhere for days without me noticing. That's crazy! But there it was. We don't know since when, or how, or why, it decided to reappear just that night. It became our little legend to both of us. The mystery of the ghost condom. That's crazy!

He has a title. The fact that you don't know... Oh my god, we need to do a ass freeze. Yeah, I'm just saying, it's weird. But I think it's your ex. I think you didn't pay attention, the coat stayed on, you didn't follow your rules in the meantime, and it's the ex hiding his ass.

That's my theory. That's crazy. Wow, the madness! I hope so, but most importantly, unfortunately, his current boyfriend must be laughing at it and at the same time saying, it's weird, calm down. Wait, he stayed for 3 years?

He must be in doubt.

But wait, it's been 3 years, he shouldn't have spoken before. Speaking before, I beg you. It means he stayed for 3 years and after 3 years he said, did you cheat on me or not? You find that on your face? Yeah, the word wow is so obvious. But pity, talk actually. Pity, communicate between you. And despite this completely improbable anecdote, the discomfort, the existential questions

about the elasticity of time and objects,

we are still together today and we still laugh about it.

It's so good, though. Yeah, cute in the end. I hope I entertained you and I'm all yes for your theories. Yeah, yeah. Thank you. Yeah, well, Maglathot has the theory of the ex. What's your theory? I'm too lost to be able to make a theory.

The timeline is too complete for me.

In the comments, make us a ass freeze, the clues and solve the riddle. Thank you very much. Listen, I propose one last one each.

Go ahead.

All the stories are so spicy. I love it. Hiding, hoaxing and betrayal, is it long or not? Oh, come on! Commentary from the production team. This is sip and gossip, with 10 exclamation points. This is sip and gossip! OK! Hello Magla and her unforgettable guest.

This story took place in 2016, but to recontextualize, we have to go back to 2015. I was hired in a company that I loved so much. So good! in a company that I loved so much. In my team, we were all girls, all between 21 and 27 years old. We told each other our lives, we laughed. Oh, I have to show you the big baby. Baby, Vodka, come!

His name is Vodka?

Yes!

Come my love!

Vodka! Look at the difference in size between Menia and Vodka.

Look at the baby!

Here is Vodka! Look at the baby! Here's Vodka!

Oh, little love!

Are you saying hello to people or not?

Hello Vodka!

Wait, she's so cute, she's so tiny! You know I'd have a hard time having a dog like that. You see, it's weird.

It's super fragile too.

How much does Yuki weigh? She's 7 kilos. Oh, that's probably 2 kilos. It must be two. Yeah, well, Yuka is bigger. She's taller on her legs and she's a little more...

She's alive.

Yeah, she's very alive. Even your little coat, Vodka, your little coat!

Oh la la, oh la la, oh la la!

Look at that!

She's so cute.

I'm sorry, I'm very animal-like, it's over for me. Oh la la, oh la la, you're my copy! And the Sipen Gossip stops here, my friends! It's over! It's Sipen-dog!

Goodbye!

She hit her a nerve!

She drifted!

So, all the girls between 21 and 27 years old, we told each other our lives, we laughed, we went out together at parties, etc. I was particularly close to my boss, with whom we shared a person in CDD. And one of my colleagues put her brother on the spot.

He joined us on December 1st for a period of a month and a half. I already knew that my boss had cheated on her husband with other service guys. Oh la la! Very sociable nature! I quickly became friends to my parents' house. So I bring him home. What must happen, happens.

Things go wrong. Nothing serious, we have fun. Except that at the same time, I see that my boss is trying to get closer to him. And to make him feel comfortable. A man worthy of that name, he doesn't realize anything. Yeah, it's true that you don't see anything thing. Well said, my dear. But you know, I think I think guys sometimes realize and at the same time they say to themselves

Am I not paranoid?

Maybe, really. After all, I do the same thing. I don't realize half the time. You see, the barrier, you're like No, but maybe she's just like that. She's just cool.

Nice. But I'm super naive no one's going to invite me to a coffee, it's probably for work. I'm like that, it's... So, little bonus in time. In June of this year, it was planned that I would go on a trip with my boss and her husband. What a good idea and what a

pleasure to be in this situation. Okay, boss, so there's her boss, her husband, knowing that the boss often cheats on her boyfriend. the guy who arrived, who by the way replaces me at work during his holidays. And we continue our nonsense. We left for two weeks. The first week, everything is fine. We're on a road trip, so we change hotels every three or four days.

The second week, my boss and I talk on WhatsApp while we all sleep in the same room. She tells me she has a crush on a guy. But there's her husband in the room? Wait, but what pretend I don't see it. At the same time, I talk to my boyfriend and tell him that I feel like it stinks. My boss tells me that she knows I have a boyfriend right now and she's trying to find out who it is.

Until the fateful message. So the boss is in love with her boyfriend? I mean, in love with a guy who is, we suspect, her boyfriend. Do you think it's the protagonist's boyfriend? 100% there, the discomfort. You're right. Otherwise, there wouldn't be this much gossip. Up to the fateful message, you're right. I just hope it's not.

Uh uh uh.

And there you go.

I feel my skin turn red. I'm shaking, I can't breathe anymore. Anxiety attack. Fortunately, we're in the dark. Each in our bed. I let go and tell her we've been hanging out for a few months. Yeah, you have to say it, otherwise it's weird, it's embarrassing. She's going to talk about your boyfriend while you're together. No, it's weird.

Oh, it's too crazy. From there, the most lunar situation I've ever experienced begins. We are in the middle of the night, in a city we don't know, a hotel, almost unsanitary,. I get up, I tell her I'm going to go see her and try to understand. But now they're all sleeping together. Yeah, they're in the same room. Obviously, she stays silent. I then learn that she's just calling my boyfriend in a loop.

Who, of course, doesn't answer. 15 times in 5 minutes. But wait, she's got something with the guy. She likes him. Yeah, but why is. She ends up throwing everything at me. Like I stole her crush. Like I broke her heart.

Babelle, you're married!

I broke her heart? But yes, it's true that it's crazy. And you know, there's this guy next to her,

like a plow. Who doesn't know why she's making noise. Meanwhile, my crush! But you're married! We don't forget that I broke her heart. We don't forget that her husband was two floors above, the poor thing. Yeah, the poor thing. In short, we end the conversation. I go back to bed.

She's a polygamous. Or just a cheat.

Or just doesn't give a fuck about her husband.

Yeah, the poor thing.

He's there by consent.

Yeah, she stays outside for another 15 minutes, always harassing my guy who harassed me. to fall asleep. I was heartbroken to, it's not you, it's not you the problem. And at the same time, so sad not to be able to share the magic of a story that starts with her. You're such a good person. In the end, I quickly got out of my sadnessvet while she ate it raw. It's the worst story ever! It's called all the weird stuff!

What I hate is that she wanted to manage a guy for that night, and then she said that it turns out I have my boyfriend, and on top of that they gave each other... In the same room?

It's horrible!

Like, really? You were crying, you were hysterical for another guy, what are you saying? And your reaction was to jump on your poor husband, who is more cocky than the most cocky man? In short, the night was long, but short in sleep. The next day, we took the road again to finish our road trip.

Oh, because she finishes the road trip with him!

She's stuck!

Oh, but that's talk to each other anymore. Horrible, but you didn't hurt her? She's her boss. She's her boss, and she doesn't talk to her anymore. What kind of kid is she?

Oh, man.

Early August, she told us she asked for a mutation.

Oh, yeah.

And September 1st, she started in another section. We never spoke to her again. But you didn't hurt her? It's serious. reason. Wait, talking to him means that if she called him, Oh my dear, you did well to leave him. You really avoided me there. You really avoided me like,

My dear! Imagine, they're there, hand in hand, like, She's reading my story, you see, honey? He's reading our story and everything. He's not cheating on you, honey. Big, big red flag.

No, but really, you did well to... Ah, you're still with him, too bad. Ah, so good, congratulations! Who is the most incredible person I've ever met and we never talked about this story again. Moral, when your instinct tells you something is weird, it's because it's weird. Serious! I swear, the instinct, I didn't listen to it many times. We're pre-shooting a bit more because if the story is there, it's because we know there's a crazy thing. But it's true that when you're in it, sometimes your brain alerts you and you say to yourself,

I'm paranoid.

It's like in the movies or when you see a story, a documentary, you say, but how did they not see it before? Because when you're really caught in a whirlwind

and you have the manipulation of the people around you, you have the emotional, etc. You don't have teeth. So, but, wow, the boss, the boss is a a chick.

Yeah, really.

But the fact that she makes you feel guilty and everything, you didn't do anything wrong. I want to say, conclusion, don't feel guilty not to talk to him anymore. It was just not a good person for you. I want to tell you, life it might have helped you get rid of bad people, open your eyes to new things, meet better people.

I believe in that. Everything happens for a reason. I believe in destiny. Ok. I have a bit of... There's destiny, a lot of karma. Yeah, it's fine with destiny, but karma is fine too. You need to be good for good things to happen to you.

Seriously, ok. Sometimes you have trials, you question everything, you feel like it's the end and that you've lost everything that mattered to you. And in fact, it opens doors to other things. And in the end, it's fate, you know. Well, maybe that's how you'll find yourself the most. Well, I've had that for the last six months. I've lost a lot, a lot of things.

And in the end, it opened the door to a lot of things. I got to know myself more, I have to watch them like that, like episode 1, 2, 3, 4 of the other story. Sometimes you finish a series, end of season 2, you're disgusted, you're sad and you wait for season 3. But when season 3 comes, banger! You're so happy, like, summer, where I became pretty, watch this series, it's wonderful, Tim Kondrat, I gave it all at the same time. You have to watch this series. Do you like gossips? Do you like stories like that? A little bit, yeah. Look at the summer I've become pretty. Oh yeah? Surprise me, it's so good.

Wait, I have to watch it.

It's just that.

Did you see My Little Queen?

Yes.

Crazy!

It's crazy!

It was crazy! But it's not stories like that. No! Well, we had one on the Sip and Gossip before. that we were really talking on TV about erotomans and stalkers. And I was getting out of my erotoman and seeing my little reindeer, it made me feel good because it's the victim's point of view.

And what he feels, and you feel a lot of guilt, it can be weird, you can tell yourself that you don't have any guilt to live that, but in fact, yes, I had a lot of guilt with my stalker, for example. and I was having a really bad time. And the fact that in My Little Mermaid, you have this guilt thing. Well, he goes to this Lebron on her, so weird.

It's weird.

I didn't have that.

In fact, My Little Mermaid, that's why I loved it.

There's a psychological side. You're in a mood.

In fact, you're in a mood.

I didn't expect it I can say that. It's crazy. The victim's point of view and her syndrome. I don't remember the name anymore. The viewers will probably know it. There is a name for this syndrome of the victim who thinks she is the executioner, when she did nothing wrong and is flagellating.

I don't remember the name anymore. But it's so interesting. All this psychology around it. But it's not my favorite at all, but it's very Sip & Gossip.

Ok, ok, I'll have to watch it.

Screaming in glamour and everything, it's awesome. You know what? It's the last story.

Yeah.

We already talked about this title. We have to go there.

Which one is it?

A BDSM birthday? Question mark.

Honestly, yes!

We have to! We're at GG. It's quite late. That's it. It's been, I don't know how long, we've been sipping and gossiping. It's good. I think it's time to read this story. Commentary from the production team. I'm cooked! It's funny. OK! You're teasing me, Soso, you're teasing me.

Hi to Magla, his guest, by reversing. Wow! And the whole wonderful team. They're good, they always think about the team. They're so cute. They're really cute. You're good chippies.

You're very cute. It's important. Disclaimer. Obviously. There's a disclaimer. I like it.

I like it. Disclaimer. Obviously, no shade. Everyone is king.

While everyone is consenting, the situation made us laugh so much, so we wanted to share all of this. I love it. OK, that's perfect. No need to say anything else. You're doing my job, that's good. I agree. To put a little context, I'm a 27-year-old woman, engaged to a 27-year-old man as well. Congratulations.

It's happening at the beginning of the year, in February. We've been together for 10 years. It's true, sometimes it's complicated. It's hard. It's the first year I work. The studies are finally over. Believe. So I wanted to offer her something that she would like. Okay, she's like, that's it, I have a job. She wants to give it to you.

Adept of good food, I start searching the internet for a good restaurant around us. I come across an old art gallery that does temporary exhibitions, but also and especially restaurants.

So cool!

Very cool, very stylish. It's semi-gastronomic style, very sober, even prout-prout, right on the subject. I had already seen the exhibitions after eating. We are not very sensitive to art, but we like museums, so it could be cool. I book, I put a 60 euro bank loan. At the start, I had booked for Friday, but due to an unexpected event, I had to move to Saturday, 8pm. Saturday arrived, we went to the restaurant.

We arrived at the entrance, a little red carpet, and a lady takes the coats of the people in front of us. So, I know it's chic, but not to that extent. So I wonder if I'm not in the wrong place. It's weird, a red carpet, we take the coats, it's right there. We move towards the hostess and we only see people dressed in black, except for a couple dressed more like us. Moving forward, we see people dressed in leather,

one in a very transparent lace top, another in a body, and only a body. But being not a judge, we didn't ask ourselves any questions at that moment. Yeah, like, well, not pretty, okay. Yeah, there's a theme. A little mummy outfit. In front of us, the couple dressed the same way as us and with the hostess.

The latter asks them, are you here for the BDSM exchange party? What?

What?

What?

Oh my God!

How did it go in a restaurant like this? We understood, so, leather, black, the baris, the different colored bracelets, the changing room. I love it. So if there's a changing room, it's a shopping mall. Know that.

No, wait, we're not in this conclusion.

That means they actually have a Friday reservation. Oh, and Saturday is a party. She changed it on Saturday. And except that Saturday was a BDSM shopping mall party theme. These are the themes of the next Dress to Win press. You'll have see it here. No, but above all, it's crazy. It's BDSM exchange. The theme is...

We're doing the total here.

But wait, it's not supposed to be a basic restaurant. It's an art gallery restaurant that at the same time does BDSM exchange theme parties.

It's...

Philippe and Chubast have to go there. A nightmare in the kitchen. A nightmare in the kitchen. I'm going to fall there. Well, after all, if the restaurant is upstairs, no difficulty, we will say. So they say to themselves, ok, there is a party at the bottom, we don't care, we're going to eat, we're going to the floor, we're doing our life. Then I put a 60 euro bank card loan, it weighs in the balance. Yeah, no, you put 60 bucks anyway.

Yeah, that's true. In the elevator, we meet the other couple, who also goes to a restaurant. So the couple is a bit like... Did they know about it themselves? None of us know the floor. There are three of them. You guessed it, we all decide to do them. It's awesome. And that's where it's awesome.

First floor, a man sells all kinds of and all sizes of gods.

I love it.

I wasn't expecting that. It looks like there are levels. It's the theme. You should do that as a concept. It's the elevator concept. It's the elevator. It's the elevator in a BDS version. Yeah, but do that for the next one. Honestly, it's beautiful. You arrive, floor 4, full Goth.

Well, first floor, a man selling Goths of all kinds and all sizes. Second floor, two men. in a tight outfit, head to toe, leather slippers and leather beret, sitting on a chair. My fiancé laughs and says,

I guess this isn't the restaurant.

I love it.

The one sitting down answers,

it depends on what you eat. It's exceptional, they're funny. It's so funny. But wait, how is that possible? You go to a restaurant...

How can you not predict?

And each floor has some ass stuff. And the guys are so comfortable, they know you're going to the restaurant. It depends on what you want to eat. Yeah, because they have to go to the principle that everyone knows about this restaurant. Yeah, it's funny. Oh, yeah, I admit. We laugh a little and we go to the third floor.

For now, I think the anecdote is just very funny. It's great. There's no weird stuff. I live that but I tell who wants to hear it. Yes, yes. We laugh a little and we go to the third floor. It opens on a very calm restaurant, on a first-come, first-served basis. We are welcomed by a waitress who sets us up. What we hadn't seen right away is that the ground floor communicates with the rest of the restaurant,

like a staircase cage.

OK.

Photo joint. So you can display photos. Oh yes, we have the photos! So there's the picture in the way of the ground floor which communicates with the rest of the restaurant. I find myself back to this cage. My fiancé on my right, with a view behind me. We eat the mousse-bouche, we sometimes hear a few whips.

There's a video.

You delight me!

Oh!

Thank you!

But this is an exceptional anecdote!

Oh, I'm happy!

Ladies and gentlemen, we eat the mousse-bouche,

we sometimes hear a few whips.

Exceptional, exceptional.

The atmosphere.

You know, there's not a little Vivaldi,

no, it's like...

But very light. So we say naively that there must be rooms, the corridors only used to communicate between them. We must hear the whips when the doors open. It's so funny! Behind me, in the back, my fiancée sees a woman in underwear holding a leash with a man at the end of the necklace

going to the bottom. Everything is fine! There is no video of that? No, she didn't say video this time. Too bad. That's the one I wanted to see!

No, but imagine you eat and at the same time all this happens next to you. No, but it's exceptional. It's a show.

It's a successful date.

Luckily there are no children, though.

Oh yeah.

Can you imagine?

You're there in my table,

you're having a meal with the kids.

I think the girl would have said...

You leave right away. Complicated. No, no, actually. That's why they hear everything. In the ground floor. That's why they hear everything. We move on to the entrance and the dish, without much change. But at the end of the dish, we have some surprises.

Oh, I'm...

There are still some. We hear more and more whistling and some moaning. That's it, it's starting to... We're at the top of the panel. It's the end of the meal. It's the end of the meal. It's dessert! On our left, a very Catholic family, as you can imagine. Or very, because it's happening. So the site is very poorly indicated. Yeah, the site is super poorly indicated.

That means there are people who come, who really don't know what's going on. They call the wait. Behind me, a server that goes through the big open mouth looking through this staircase

literally shocked.

So he's shocked when it's supposed to be normal. He's the server, he's like What's going on here? Shocked by a scene that was happening under me. So it's so strange, it's under her. She has her back to that, you see? It's under her. On our right, there was a family of six people,

of which three went down to see. We had seen them and they were also shocked, but rather dead of laughter for once. In short, my fiancé, after the meal, must go to the bathroom. He asks the waitress to accompany him to tell him the direction. Yeah, you're not run into on the road. What's going on? She stops at the top of the stairs and points to the second floor.

You have to go down.

To the famous place.

Oh, that's great.

Tell us, tell us, don't be a lighthouse, tell us.

We want to know.

Me, in the meantime, had gone down to the toilet. The first thing he saw was several people surrounding an 80-year-old lady, naked, with her back outstretched. Too many details, too many details, too many details. It's so gory.

Wait, you know I can't believe it really exists.

It's crazy. Like, BDSM party, exchange students, they're in a restaurant, but they're in a...

Art gallery?

They're in a art gallery, a bit chic, red carpet.

Yeah, he didn't even want to decide the restaurant owner.

You have an 80-year-old grandma scratching her buttocks in front of several guys.

No!

For those who know the ref, it's the grandma from the previous episode with Lenny. The one who was screaming and screaming. She's finally here. I want to have the ref. The ref is very funny. You have to see the laugh we get.

Bigger laugh when we told it at Easter in front of my grandmother. Grandma!

How did they tell that to their family? We have to take you somewhere, grandma! Second thing. Oh, that's not all! A woman, just a teenager, well dressed, in leather panties, tied, hands in the air,

getting whipped several times by an old 50-year-old.

Ok, gawky.

More gawky.

Gawky as fuck. No, that's too gory. It's getting gory, it's getting hard to read. To finish, he tells me, there was a towel for the hands, I didn't use it. No, no, no, no, I'm sure I didn't. I didn't use it. At this moment, a couple coming from the famous party

that happens under our feet, sits down to eat. They finished their little business. In real life, it's practical. I don't remember the man's outfit anymore, but the woman had sparsely-shaped legs

that went up to her knees. They seemed exhausted and it wasn't due to the stairs they had to climb. It was about 9.45 p.m. and we could only hear screams and moans louder than the others. We also heard the sounds of balls slapping and again. Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, and always the sounds of whips that were shaking our food, in the end.

What do you mean balls?

How?

Well, they heard the terms.

Yeah, but how can the yukus hit so hard that you can hear them on the floor above?

Yeah, it's true that... It's... Wow! They hear... I think they're in... In fact, it's like they were fucking next door. It's really...

I've never opened my mouth so much on a Sipangosia. This story is shocking, but fortunately we read it last. Oh yeah! Because to start, it would have been too much. I'm going to put a TW at the beginning of this story.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I would have been afraid of what you would have gotten me into. What are we reading? After you chose, you chose BDSM anyway. Yeah, there was the title, for real, and there was the trigger warning. OK, we ate our desserts and we left. Ah, they didn't enjoy the evening. I don't understand, you could have made a little extra. Art galleries, you want galleries. It's true that you wanted to see art, there were some.

We learned later that those on our left, the Catholics, were the family of the best friend of a colleague of my fiancé. Oh, it's crazy that they end up in the same place. Yeah, telling her story, she tells him she heard the same thing this weekend. The little 18-year-old brother introduced his girlfriend for the first time in this restaurant.

Goodbye! Goodbye!

I'm not telling you the salty life they left. It's obviously June.

Enjoy yourself.

Oh thank you!

We'll have the life, we'll laugh at your life. Moral of the story, don't go to art galleries without watching the exhibition program. Yes! We're going to have the life, we're going to laugh at your life. Oh yeah, it was written down, so... Hey, this one is incredible! It's the best Seep'n Gossip I've ever seen. It's my favorite, I'm sorry, it's great, it's funny.

And there, normally, you have the far-away clues. There are far-away clues. Photo of the place, so...

Oh yes, okay! The famous staircase.

Oh yes, yes, ah!

So you can really see well.

You can see downright.

And in fact, you hear everything.

The place is beautiful pretty. I mean, at night, you think, if it exists, it must be like a dark nightclub. A couch in a curtain. A cricket, that's already a dirty place. I think it's a cliché.

It's a chic place to fuck.

It's very pretty.

We have a picture of the place. Oh yeah, we can see better. Oh, the seats are beautiful! I feel like this is where they are placed. It's really a chic restaurant. Fouet.move The file name is hilarious. He called me Fouet! Fouet.move

Wait, it's gore. It's really gore.

Mouse.

The slap. Did you hear the slap? Mouse.

Mouse. Mouse. Did you hear the clap? Oh, that's it! She says, mouse? Mouse?

Mouse? Mouse?

After a whip or a whip, we don't know. Yeah, at this point, we don't know exactly what it is. I agree. I agree that for me, the noise is not quite high-pitched. And there's life, then? And there's life.

We have life on our face. Oh, you're kidding me! And there's life. We have life on Google. I love it. Life on Google. Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow.

That's a life worth living. One star. Where to start? We had... No, but imagine the Catholic family of Fou. The son introduces his girlfriend for the first time.

It's an important moment in a family.

It's not just eating, it's really... It's an important moment in the family. We had booked a table in this restaurant, thinking we were going to have a good time as a family. We ended up in a place with naked people, getting whipped, women giving each other whips,

it's completely crazy. We asked the management to come and explain what was going on. The mister, misbehaving, came to explain to us that he and his wife love to organize... He and his wife love to organize BDSM parties in this restaurant. That it's a common practice in 2025 and that we are the problem.

It's completely crazy. No warning on the website, on the reservation and even on the confirmation email of the reservation. The very hostile and aggressive management offers us a hot drink for the disturbance. No, no, it's great. In addition, sorry, but the hot drink propane, after all that, she doesn't want to.

Sorry for the felations and the leather. Do you want a coffee? If you want, we have a leather tunic. A little whip. We can go with it. He went to Janine.

Frankly, he's nice, not too servile. We don't need it anymore. Oh, my. So, I don't even know what to say. We talked to many customers finding ourselves in the same situation as us. Just disgusted, disgusted, a wasted evening.

A very simple cuisine, not bad, but very simple. The cook put a little comment on the kitchen. We came for that. Gastronomically, it was OK. An unworthy restaurant to avoid. First negative opinion I've ever had. But we had to be careful about the kind of practices that this restaurant puts in its premises.

It's completely crazy. Kitchen, 1. Service, 1.

Atmosphere, 1.

Wow, even the kitchen took it. And in truth, I think that for the whole story, life is not that bad. It's fine, it's well written. It's well written. Yes, it's actually detailed.

Life is detailed.

The words are good. Summary cuisine. No, honestly, in fact... Address of the restaurant. Where is it? I just want to go there for the experience.

Sorry, but... For the experience of being three friends and... It's so funny. It's still gore. Just to live what you've lived. I think the main problem, if there are several families in the same problem, is that maybe...

Yeah, in fact, the problem is the restaurant.

Maybe tell people, well, there's no problem with the practices, but tell them there's consent.

Yes. Consent. There's a couple that the girl is hosting, she said, are you there for the BDSM party?

But she didn't even tell the couple who testified. Wait, yes, because then... They understood it through the other couple. Can you imagine, you discover it there? But yes, but then it's...

I didn't think of that.

I think the Catholic family discovered it, like it settled down. And then, in fact, there are guys naked and everything. What's this mess? You're surprised that you're shocked? It's not a big deal, we go to a restaurant, it's a different thing. And I hear people, etc. It's normal to be shocked. Frankly, I never question the poor people. And the owner, like, a coffee?

Maybe it's not indicated on your website. I agree. As if the problem was, we can still offer you a little drink. Offer a graphic designer! Offer yourself a graphic designer who writes well BDSM night, party all night, whip a nail!

It's hot as hell!

Wow! But the story is great! And besides, you gave us a treat with the joint traps. Yeah, the joint traps, to finish, I didn't even know there were SIP and Gossip with joint traps. And there, the joint traps toaps because it's easier to recover. Because before, I'm going to give you a little shout out. Since it was a form and that, well, suddenly, we had put you an email,

Steep & Gossip, they sent on the email without putting the title, without putting on what anecdote, so in fact, we couldn't recover.

Ah yeah, it was boring.

There you go, now you are Yeah, I was happy to see you. It was so funny. It was so good. Honestly, you're a great Shippee. You think so? You're 10 out of 10. I think everyone will say the same thing. You're a great Shippee. There's nothing to say. We came to gossip a bit.

Honestly, we've been gossiping and gossiping. We've done everything. It was a blast. I'm shocked. Yeah, the last one was good. I think it's the funniest. No, but in fact, everything is funny. The last one, but all the stories for me, they are super funny.

Yeah, they are very good.

We had very little hardcore that hurt me a little, you know. Yes, no, frankly, it's okay.

I had done Flip N Go Slip, harder because...

It makes you sick.

Yeah, it's stories. Here it's more like, it's ok, it's ok. There are things like, I hope it's ok and all, but in general, he tells it with so much humor and light text, it's ok. It's stories that date from 3-4 years ago, so you feel like the step has been taken. No, I have my preface.

Kebab, cocaine, and guns.

Oh no, but this one...

I love it. The non-survival instinct of this girl makes me so happy. Everything is great. But there are so many good things. Thank you for telling us your stories. You can give us more stories on magla.fr for Flip or Sip. If you have any coins, give us.

And please put us the authorizations. Otherwise we can't have them on site. Thank you very much and thank you Mich. With great pleasure. I want you to share the website. I would give you anecdotes.

I want to spend my evenings like that on the site.

But we'll think about it. Maybe we'll do something for you so that you have access to stories. Or maybe there's something coming maybe in December, maybe not. Maybe next year.

There are a lot of things that won't be clues, it will be said directly. And don't hesitate to go see all the Mish networks and the next video coming out in December, so in a month technically. Yeah, exactly.

See you next time! Bye everyone! Bye Gossipers! Bye Gossipers! My little Chippies!