Fcuking Munkey by Fcuking Flava [Flash Test]

A. Commercial specifications

• PRODUCT NAME: Fcuking Munkey
• BRAND: Fcuking Flava
• PRICE: 24
• QUANTITY IN MILLILITERS: 30
• PRICE TO ML: 0.8
• PRICE PER LITER: 800
• NICOTINE ASSAY: 6
• VG PROPORTIONS: 50

B. Bottle

• Plastic material
• BOTTLE EQUIPMENT: Needle tip
• AESTHETIC OF THE BOTTLE AND ITS LABEL: Good

C. Security

• PRESENCE OF A SEAL OF INVIOLABILITY? No
• PRESENCE OF A CHILD SAFETY? Yes
• SECURITY AND TRACEABILITY NOTES: Good

D. Taste and sensations

• TYPE OF STEAM: Normal
• TYPE OF HIT: Low
• TASTE: Medium
• CATEGORY: Fruity

E. Conclusions and comments of the Internet user author of the review

Here is the love story of Dame Abygaël and the handsome Chevalier Quentin Dutyroir in the face of the cognitive dissonances of the Lord and the Father of this one, who prefers to see her daughter married to a wealthy tobacco farmer rather than a low-level vapolophile adventurer .

Attention Humor Franchouillard and Patachon.

Once upon a time (or misses), a beautiful princess named Abygaël who was so insolently beautiful that she was envious in the whole domain. His heart was in love with the Knight of the Trigonometric Table Quentin Dutyroir who was to return from the Crusades and had discovered a plush and icy Liquid that he wanted to taste his sweet. But his Paternal, who was the lord of the valley, had real plans for his only offspring. He wanted to marry his daughter to a local merchant.
Sweet Abygaël dreamed of a romance à la Romiette et Juléo (book by a young author named Chakèspéare) and above all wanted to continue to inhale the good smells of steam that her faithful lover Vapoteur concocted for her. She knew very well that this forced marriage would make her lose all her dreams of Vapeology and the love of her valiant Knight and plunge her into the world of greasy and toussophile smoke.

She was innocently waiting for the imminent return of her love, when her father's bundle landed.

The Father: Abigaël, my little girl, you are old enough to get married and you have all the assets to make a man happy and I know that you love a boy.
Abygael: Ho Yesiiii papounet!
Father: Héhé well, you will marry another, I promised you to Maxime de la Forestière, the son of the horse butcher. Y knows how to get at the table, drinks beer in bed, we will have meat even on Fridays and above all I will have bitter tobacco for my minute consumption… What a good life!
Abygaël: But papou, I prefer the 1 ohm of my favorite coil rather than the nauseating smell of these badly rolled rods and worse, I don't like bearded ones.
The Father: My little girl in the family, all the women have married beards, I even married your mother before alopecia areata took away her goat.
Abygaël: He drips me down with his clogged lungs and revels me just to see him come out of the smoke through his nose holes.
The Father: What !! but she responds insolently, beware of my wrath that I do not flog you and split you so now my little girl is skinny for the Saturday night outings so you won't catch a fever and at the pageot at 7 o'clock no but what to say.

Abigael burst into tears and declaimed those verses that remained in all the annals: My father is severe, my mother is ice-cold, I am very unhappy but who will make me happy?

When suddenly now suddenly and why not, what does she hear in the distance? Alleluia, it is the handsome Quentin who ardently descends the hill on his sumptuous Grapin Dauphinois.

He comes to camp in front of our 2 protagonists and the discussion resumes.

Quentin: Ha! Abygaël, my beautiful, do you know that these are words that go very well together yes very well together so will you take my wallet and pull out this famous bottle of Fcuking Flava Munkey that I delighted while I was preaching the good one? word, with psalms and, if necessary, a saber, to the faithful peoples of Malaysia?
Father: Stop there young whipper, what is this vial?
Quentin: It's a 30ml bottle with a PG / VG ratio of 50/50 and to be vigilant these pretty warning pictograms for pregnant women, minors and those who have a skull with bones that cross the neck.
Father: Huh !! but that is you nenni !!!!
Quentin: Look at Beau papa as her dress is made of a beautiful deep blue and wait for me to take off this special baby safety hood and there a delicious smell of banana, melon and a kind of Bubble Gum too sweet for my taste.
Abygaël: Hééé Knight with a sad face, I'm here!
The Father: HOHO young adipose wolf, you interest me, continue your palaver!
Quentin: Now look what I stole from a crustacean during an epic fight and despite it gnawing my rind and making my cape heavy, a Triton was riding a Mutation X v4
Father: But what a beautiful object!
Abygaël: But finally daddy !!! and you Quentin do not you see me ???
The Father and Quentin: SILENCE FEMME! ... WE CAUSE
Quentin: So I said, we put a few drops on these little bacon of love cottons and we shoot, go ahead Proud Patriarche, inhale.
Father: My God of the Clams, how dithyrambic this ingenious mixture of fruits is, but it's way too fresh!
Quentin: Yes alas, that's the only complaint to make, the Koolada is badly dosed, too powerful and despite all the different assemblies of khantal, diameter or spire, in Dripper, it could refreeze ++ an ice cube and c is a shame!
The father: but blue diantre how to do so not to freeze the gorgace ???
Quentin: It can be passed through an Ato with an OCC coil, it attenuates the kisscool effect but it is definitely made for Drip, believe me.
Abigaël: Ben! and me then !!!!
The Father: Listen my daughter, this young and brave Knight is too good for you and his magic utensils move me in every way and I am everything so I decide that you and your mother were going to pack your bags and break you. my lands, when do you think Quentin?
Abigael: But finally Messires, thanks to your eyes!
Quentin: Listen frail and skeleton Abygael, you must always listen to his daddy. Master of these places, my body and my knowledge belong to you forever.

At nightfall, Quentin and The Father are both seated in the plain of Butte aux Cailles and the setting sun caresses their faces.

The Father: how sweet is this fabric embroidered on your cape?
Quentin: No, he saw some campaigns but I wash it regularly with OmoMicro and crapoto basta leak but sobodoclean mini riquiqui but kifkif maouste kosto
Father: Kifkif maouste kosto! Hummmm Que cera cera

EPILOGUE: How is Abigaël going to announce the bad news to his mother? You will know this by reading episode N ° 2 of the great saga entitled: ”I HAVE GLANDS MY MOTHER.”

Editor's note: I wanted to thank the sitcom “Voisins Voisines” as well as “Kamelott” for the grammatical inspiration.

Note from the user author of the review: 4/5

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