Showing posts with label Yelle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yelle. Show all posts
Friday, March 21, 2008
Encounter #71: Je Veux Te Voir (encore)
I put the old video up over here. This is the new version. There's no more singalong subtitles but there are exercise balls, short shorts, neon colors and, still, all that talk about dicks in action in pornographic flicks. Yes? --RWK
Friday, February 15, 2008
Encounter #55: Parle à ma main. (More Yelle-ing)
Those wacky French pop stars. They're always dressing in drag and telling dudes to talk to the hand. But Yelle knows what's up: she won't give up dick: Christelle Bazooka says, "Maybe we should go homo!" and Yelle replies, "FBI: Fause Bonne Idee." That's right! Get outta here! Talk to my hand! (Yes, I know: I'm broadcasting my one-track-in-the-AM mind.) --RWK
Encounter #54: Je veux te voir. (More Yelle-ing)
You're right, girl, I do take the subway all the time. I don't want know no Hummer. And the only "video pornographique" you get to see me in, girl, is the one we make "ensemble." (Where T-Pain talks money, she talks dirty. Read along! Get big!) --RWK
Labels:
dance,
dirty talk,
encounters,
rwk,
sex,
Yelle
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Encounter #53: À Cause Des Garçons!
Okay, these boys know what's up. And this TEPR remix is the version I like of the song. (Good lookin' out, Melo. This satisfy you?) I'll reiterate: I need to practice my jump style/tecktonik moves. Also, I need some more sneakers. --RWK
Labels:
dance,
encounters,
French jump style,
rwk,
TEPR,
Yelle
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