Rock'n Roll Page #3

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What?

I got my two eyes in flapjacks.

It's a noggin to scrape

translating nighttimes.

Don't understand a word.

Guillaume canet drippy.

The Boy Who'd Be A Star.

Guillaume's daddy.

Horses, when he was a kid,

were an obsession.

Trouble is, in age-group competitions,

he was too emotional.

One bar down,

he'd burst into tears.

I believe he wet the bed

until an advanced age.

Nobody ever told me.

What can I say?

His mother was all over him,

doing everything.

He was her little boy, her son.

It was all or nothing.

Personally, I was disappointed.

I'd had two girls, which was great.

When a boy came along...

So embarrassing!

I was delighted,

but he was a bit of a sissy.

It doesn't really matter.

I don't believe it!

Morning.

You've got an achey ball!

What's that photo for?

You just took a photo.

You did.

I'm sorry.

Seriously, I know it's dumb.

It's just I'm a fan of yours.

No, I'm sorry.

I was scared you'd post it online.

Like the guy

takes his kid to school, you see?

No.

Let's do one together.

A selfie?

Cool, thanks.

There we have the epididymis.

To tell the truth...

I see nothing wrong.

You're sure?

'Cause it really hurts.

Could it be from horse-riding?

Horseriders don't all get ballache.

Perhaps the pain you feel

originates someplace else.

- Won't hurt to check your prostate.

- Not at 40, surely?

Mr. Canet...

It says here 42.

At that age, anything's possible.

Here, wipe yourself off.

And for that...

Only one way to be sure.

Come on, legs up.

- Right now?

- Don't worry.

What happens in my office

stays in my office.

And you're not my first.

My first Csar-winner, I mean.

Makes a change from the red carpet!

We're all equal before the prostate.

Lovely little chestnut.

Nice and supple.

Nothing like your buddy Depardieu.

Depardieu!

I don't give a damn

about Depardieu's prostate.

What else could it be?

I don't have a clue.

All things considered,

with your family history,

it's worth doing a test.

Aren't we doing one here?

Sure.

- Gg, your cancer sticks?

- I'm Dd.

- Sorry, Dd. Spot me a smoke?

- Go for it.

I got hammered last night.

I feel like sh*t.

And?

We went back to his place.

A great night.

We were wasted, really wasted.

- So?

- We strip, we get it on.

My body expresses itself,

it was cool.

The weird thing is

he lives at his mom's.

No way? Sh*t!

- Buzz kill.

- You got a photo?

No photos, I lost my phone.

I lost my phone once.

Totally sucks.

No contacts, no photos, nothing!

Life just stops.

You wonder

how we got by without them.

Zip that up right now!

Love a duck, chucklehead!

I was scarified.

Too much for cocky to call?

What's wrong?

You're always fair on the dot.

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