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Support technique : 250€ / heure
1ère étape : les autocollants
Fini les autocollants à 2 balles qui ne ressemblent à rien... l'heure est à la quantité industrielle ! heu... ou pas (ok, 1000 c'est pas énorme)
Voilà ce que j'ai recu aujourd'hui. La première étape avant de commander les affiches pour cet été !
Par megaspoilt le lundi 18 juin 2007
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il faut juste en trouver des pas cher... paske là ou g commandé, ils sont assez cher sans impression...
Si tu trouves d'autres adeptes..
Je mise 50.-
ok 50, bon ben la quête est lancée : qui veut participer ??
ils sont pourrite ! faut que je trouve un nouveau fournisseur...
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