Monthly archives:janvier 2014

Rejoindre le Concert d’Astrée

Développez votre mécénat d'entreprise en vous engageant aux côtés du Concert d’Astrée, l'un des ensembles de musique baroque les plus prestigieux aujourd'hui. Vous contribuerez ainsi à son rayonnement en France et à l'international. L’entreprise mécène bénéficie de nombreuses contreparties en termes de visibilité, d’opérations de relations publiques et d’[...]

Look, there's a rhythmic

Marty, are you alright? Just finishing up the second coat now. 1955? You're my ma- you're my ma. George, buddy. remember that girl I introduced you to, Lorraine. What are you writing? Right. Will you take care of that? Right. Hey Biff, check out this guy's life preserver, dork thinks he's gonna drown. Hey, Doc, we better back up, we don't have enough road[...]

Let's do another one

Marty, I'm sorry, but the only power source capable of generating one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning. Um, yeah, I'm on my way. Please note that Einstein's clock is in complete synchronization with my control watch. No, Doc. What did you sleep in your clothes again last night. What's that thing he's on? Thanks, thanks a lo[...]

Everything looks great

Okay. Okay, alright, Saturday is good, Saturday's good, I could spend a week in 1955. I could hang out, you could show me around. So what's it to you, butthead. You know you've been looking for a, since you're new here, I'm gonna cut you a break, today. So why don't you make like a tree, and get out of here. Does your mom know about tomorrow night? Yeah, y[...]

This sounds pretty

It's my dad. Okay, alright, I'll prove it to you. Look at my driver's license, expires 1987. Look at my birthday, for crying out load I haven't even been born yet. And, look at this picture, my brother, my sister, and me. Look at the sweatshirt, Doc, class of 1984. Stop it. You guys, take him in back and I'll be right there. Well c'mon, this ain't no peep [...]

He never stood up

Is she pretty? Wrecked? Ahh. Great Scott. Let me see that photograph again of your brother. Just as I thought, this proves my theory, look at your brother. The storm. My god, it's my mother. Put your pants back on. What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age. Good evening, I'm Doctor Emmett Brown. I'm standing on the parking lot of Twi[...]