Adrien Ménielle

Je disais que l'alcool, c'est de l'eau, mais c'est pas beau gosse.

Je disais que l'alcool, c'est de l'eau, mais c'est pas beau gosse.

I wonder if my brother didn't make a video about it. No, it's true, it's true. It's like spontaneous combustion, it's ridiculous.

I wonder if my brother didn't make a video about it. No, it's true, it's true. It's like spontaneous combustion, it's ridiculous.

You can have intestinal occlusions, like that, maybe.

You can have intestinal occlusions, like that, maybe.

She's dead, but you don't have the reason for her death.

She's dead, but you don't have the reason for her death.

Un approuti. Un approuti sévère.

Un approuti. Un approuti sévère.

Oh, putain. Oh, c'est une bonne question, ça. Ça me régale.

Oh, putain. Oh, c'est une bonne question, ça. Ça me régale.

You weren't far off.

You weren't far off.

No, no, because it launches me. Because basically, I came across a video, an NIM video of a race hunt. You know what a race is, right? And so every time, the guys will hunt the beasts, like in the cities, in the people's gardens.

No, no, because it launches me. Because basically, I came across a video, an NIM video of a race hunt. You know what a race is, right? And so every time, the guys will hunt the beasts, like in the cities, in the people's gardens.

A race is not like they throw the animals... No, no, a race is the people who have their dogs, they are on horseback, and they hunt, but often, the animals that are hunted, that are frightened...

A race is not like they throw the animals... No, no, a race is the people who have their dogs, they are on horseback, and they hunt, but often, the animals that are hunted, that are frightened...

Fleeing the forest, they end up in the city, in the people's gardens And the guys come to kill them in the cities I thought that the racehorses were the ones who let go of the rabbits themselves in the forest It's possible that they do it too, but the racehorses are really the bourgeois in red With a trumpet I do a bit of it

Fleeing the forest, they end up in the city, in the people's gardens And the guys come to kill them in the cities I thought that the racehorses were the ones who let go of the rabbits themselves in the forest It's possible that they do it too, but the racehorses are really the bourgeois in red With a trumpet I do a bit of it