An abuse of “libidoin” boosted the vigor of residents of a nursing home.
Decidedly, no generation escapes the theme of revelers. Even less when the fecos of this Saturday are called Afogats. Traditionally accustomed to their outing during the carnival of the world, they did not, however, lack a fertile imagination.
A medication error
Indeed, the revelers carried out an investigation following the recent controversy concerning a group of retirement homes. Thus, they have just brought to light a major breach both in the dosage and in the treatments given to certain residents. In fact, about twenty residents recently received, by mistake, a massive dose of “libidoin”. A drug with great invigorating virtues in terms of sexual capacity. What’s more, this error also affected the doses ingested by some twenty residents.
Wishing to settle in local soil, the residents fled their retirement home for a pleasure outing classified X Place de la République.
Is it a return to the old brothels of yesteryear? In view of the actions of these sex grandpas, one might fear it. As proof, a bed, walked under the arcades, served as a place of debauchery and perversion for the third and fourth ages. “Definitely, the extension of the lifespan has good sides”, explained a member of the Afogats.
Yes, but in authorized circles, a lot of reservations were expressed… Despite everything, doesn’t the carnival represent a temporary release from many excesses?
big cake
20 years, already 20 years since these fecos took their name from one of the local culinary specialties of reference. Obviously, this Saturday morning, a tractor was needed to bring the big cake and its multiple candles. It was also necessary that the members of this band be dressed in adequate tunics to celebrate such an event.
Moreover, wishing to do things big, many guests in the field of variety and even politics attended this colorful anniversary.
At the end of the morning, the public was astonished to hear a third carnival music, when, under the only still unoccupied arcade, the Sieur d’Arques band tumbled down with a loud bang of drums and bass drums. Calendar obliges, there were, yesterday, three bands which carried out their folk outings.
In order of entry into folklore, the last was the Sieur d’Arques, winemaker one day, winemaker always, remaining more than ever attached to their typicality. Tradition respected to the letter, the ancestral costume of the winegrower and the winegrower remains immutable.
In a pleasant cacophony, where the sound of various music clashes, the carnival day ended in the nocturnal swirls of torches.
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