Operation Coup de Poing

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Hello everybody and thank you Andrew for inviting me as a 'Guest post' on your English-speaking-only blog. Now let's check it down the boogie style (that one was pour te faire plaisir). What can I say? Everything's cool. The operation Hula Hoops is running smoothly. The dudes abide. Buena onda. Good vibes as in Alpha Blondy's own operation, which happens to be recurrently heard here and there in this trip. One day Andrew asked me 'What does it mean Operation Coup de Poing?'. This question was no surprise to me. Andrew has been asking me, in a very calm fashion, many weird and 'out of nothing' questions lately. I got the 'Do you like this village?', as we were both peacefully contemplating our toes and the horizon on our Montanita's terrasse, or, while staring at a pair of scissors on the table 'What are these scissors for?', or the sudden late night 'Can you moonwalk?', etc, etc... 'Yes, I kind of like this village', 'I use these scissors to cut my nails (-Fingers or toes? -Both)', 'If I
can Moonwalk!!??'. Reading your so well written and funny blog my friend, I understand how high in the sky and clouds your spirit is. By the way I want to tell this to your readers : Andrew is not as unlucky (and I'm not as lucky) as he seems to write. It's just that his great ability to 'auto-dérision' does spice up the trip, as when he made this birdshit thing become a real 'theme of the night', and saw an excellent reason to celebrate this election from the sky through a wild party that same night. I like your sense of sharp and funky observation my friend.
And don't worry, une opération coup de poing is not necesarily a fist fighting operation, no war zone, no troubles. It's actually close to an operation hula hoops: intense and productive. Ours operation has a big plus: fun and chill out. You know how it goes, life is a beach.

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ben