So, E.G. Jr., what is, the definition of an “american”?
Up next, los hijos de Ronald Reagan and the Evil Empire.
And Donnie Deutsch, I’m gonna’ brand you back to 1876 and have Professor Meachum wait on 1872 and his better Cherubs, behold Jew :
The Bridge (1962) Sonny Rollins… ol’Night long.
And JR., Saint-Denis (93100) says, “nigga please!”.
Meanwhile at La Courneuve, the Somme of all fuck-ups is that Deputy Rufin, a sort-ah/kind-of diputado in France not a sheriff in El Paso, didn’t ask Mí to review his BD, which is a book with monitos as media printed on its pages.
Never mind Clara’s eyes… I Can See For Miles and Carry Rollins Along.
… and Marjolaine Portier-Kaltenbach, get out of town! And here is why, because it’s gonna be hot, hot, hot—so wadda’Ewe say Öüï head on over to El Pueblito Mexicano³, just across that West Texas Town of El Paso, where Maru Campos is opening el corral para los “americanos”.
Page Tú… the Stewart in the nEwes.
³~. El Pueblito Mexicano, or “el pueblito” was a comercial center in front of a French-style discothèque named “Electrik Qiu”, Senator Corral used to have his constituents office there ; sources close to “El Víc” Quintana relay that Senator Corral chose this strategic location because he could look out of his Congressional window and see French catrina’s at the disco, except that instead of dressing up like garbanceras from Posadas’ time, these catrina’s wore Benetton and neon colors at night.
Further On Down The Road 🛣️ en chilagolandia, Claudia is geopolitically flexing her labia with some European-types including Ursula von der Leyen and some guy named Antonio Costa in order to by-pass esos pinches estadounidenses y sus tarifas de tripas.
In Local Sports : it’s la rue Clisson and Château de Rentiers en San Anton’ 🤠.
³~. Issy-Sonia-Carneiro, oui, güi, we… you remind me of the first Mexican that i (Armando Segovia) met in France, not in Paris but way down south, any 🦉 hoot Sonia Cabrona, in hindsight it’s true that my miserable eyes have learned and ‘discovered’ many wonderful things in « La France » but like i told your doppelganger à Montpellier one generation ago :
Corral means -patio trasero ; and Sonia Carneiro, the reason why i was granted the Carte Compétences et Talents in L.A. (Dec. 2010) was because i promised not to review La France using Jorge Saldaña’s ‘French Civilisation ass-licking Style’ (for context see Mel Brooks take on Robin Hood and his greeny tights) or, for those who know where the Pont Neuf’s conditioning is at during the 2026 Spring/Summer Nuit Blanche, in the time-lapse style of the Associated Press advertorial 🪨 sales department page 📜.
_ so, Whit[e] Sunday in mind, i knew back in 2008 that France was going to be gradually mexicanized, not turn into México, but sure-as-fuck “aromatisé” like that disgusting Desperados™ tequila/beer booze brand… and if you don’t believe Mí, ask any French crime news producer or any in the rotation of ministers of the INTERIOR at Court Saint-Émilion, but KNOT-to-They because today is Whit[e] Monday and Jesus’ real 🕊️ dad (not his legal 🔨 one🪚) is on an extended-pont férié with all of the gang of derelicts and bums that spread the “good news” to unrepentant goy-haters in Judea, Galilée, and to the motherfuckers clochards near la Samaritaine.
Issy-three-is a magic number.
Pork Rind and Reichs.
Shalom, motherfucker, 🐷 oink 🐖 oink and all that Jazz.
Today’s Pentecost Sunday short-story is about the time that Jesus’ supernatural father, or Joseph’s sancho (The Holy Spirt) called the gang to play, it was Memorial They…
And I ran, I ran so far away : Adios!
_and The Cult of Trump via the Legislative BRANCH gave a back-handed bitch slap to each and every one of the service members who lost thier lives in one of the many wars of White Anglo-Saxon men in them United States in América, by way of closing shop without voting for a yes or no vote, on the “sand 🏌️ trap” of Iran.
Rider
This Cantón Was Cancelled : Éric de Mann 🇬🇧 U… deer “French Banksy”, Éric Cantona called, Mr. Cantona wants his dark sunglasses 🕶️ back.
. noun
1. a person who is riding or who can ride a motorcycle, por ejemplo :
“See see rider” is a movie about mules transporting marihuana inside of their iron horses (each).
Nothing to see here, —you see?
2. a condition or capricho added to something already agreed upon, like this little perla that reached Donald Trump’s bathroom in Mar-a-Lago in January of 2021 :
“one rider to the the Jeffrey Epstein deal—if Jeffrey goes down, Évry last one of you motherfuckers goes down, mister president.”
Comics unleashed in a little box…
It Won’t Be Long for your Rubber Soul to lose its grip on late night tv… thank God for porn.
Irregardless of whether you (as a hypothetical follower of late-night tv) enjoy syndicated superheros shows or, simple porn… one thing is for sure, Jacqueline Alemany, Byron Allen (the new Buzzfeed and the old Late Show’s time slot media mogul owner) is not at fault for reaping the friuts of CAPITALISM from the final piece on the MONOPOLY® board game, —The White House.
Living on a prayer 🙏🏽and behaving like a virgin on fip CULTES on Soundgarden’s FELL ON BLACK DAYS with mister BLANCHE and White in D.C..
Note to editors : to celebrate the ARRIVAL of the ANTI LATE-NIGHT SHOW CLASS, Öüï is pulling up The ANGELUS at 17h59 in CET right before the very first note of Jazz is dropped at NOON in Hawaiian Standard Time with a NEW YORK TRUMP state of mind.
And on the Third Day… God created LAND and immediately after Planet Earth began to develop ACNE, which Amos (the messenger) described as mountains in some book about myths and fables that functions in the same fashion as instant noodles for the soul.
Remember what Louis Pasteur and others like Burt Reynolds (Boogie Nights) or Al Pacino (The Devil’s Advocate) said :
CHANCE FAVORS THE WEALTHY CLASS, regardless if they are qualified or not ; and no counselor, THE EPSTEIN CLASS do not have to attend thier terrible offsprings weddings and such.
Nights in white caverns.
i’Yeyah* le contestó, para nada es puro hule y Ai-gre ; por cierto did Eye mentioned that “Grabiel” es el nombre que más odio en un pelao‘… any 🦉 hoot Öüï will get to that later right now it’s “Overdose de procès” with france culture.
Sobredosis de proceso.
*~. Pronounced : y ella responded, con i-latina no una y-griega.
Good Omens : comics unleashed
Stand-up at the Oxymoron House
Funny you should ask, but yes, it’s not a crime to be white, but more importantly let’s give it up to Arsenio Hall in the role of Byron Allen³, the most leashed comic after the host of The Colbert Report, —Dr. Stephen T. Colbert.
https ://www .av club .com /comics-unleashed-byron-allen-stephen-colbert-late-show
Romperemos un cristal, para ver a dona Blanca.
³~. Issy-Jonathan-Capehart, BUZZFEED is bad at ‘geography’ also on account that they just keep going SOUTHBOUND.
Up next it’s Doña Poni está cubierta de peñascos en hule y aire ; the most dramatic stage of La Nuit Blanche en Paname.
Any 🦉 hoot, Jon Batiste, here’s “the situation”, 🎹 don’t make a sound move out…
https ://www .theguardian .com /us-news /2026/may/22 /tulsi-gabbard-resigns-intelligence-director-gig-after-rocky-tenure
First they came for the Yazoos
And I didn’t speak out
Because my boss was a River…
It’s all right don’t think twice, and even though it’s not the same status—as this most non-consequential post, now Öüï knows how many Beatles it takes to put The Late Show to sleep.
https ://www .france-culture .fr /comment-lenny-bruce-a-révolutionné-le-stand_up
Then they came for the comedians but nobody gave a damn about LENNY BRUCE.
Then they came for the rivers
And all of the rivers were co-opted
To give a shit about me.
Nobody can do the Boogaloo like Mí.
Welcome to the club… go ahead and let your beard grow (if you can) and let your hair down (if like cigarettes—Ewe got some) mister Colbert.
Hello Goodbye : don’t come around here no more ; now that’s just Petty.
From the producers of “Cerditos en El Espacio” and « Pigs at Bay », comes the lost story of Louis Pasteur at Howard Johnson’s 33-flavors and then some ice cream parlor at/in Rockridge U.S.A. :
🥙 Pigs at the beach and kebabs in space 🚀
But first! Öüï Ketch-es-up with Semolina Pilchard who is riding a bicycle next to the ASSOMPTION DAY sinister at ZARA’s location on Rivoli and the Compostela outlook next to Châtelet ; elemental penguins relay that JR’s “alegory” is missing a lower capital L en ese plato, but then again little ol’ i told Ewe so.
It’s beginning to look like an Allegorical Front, you better believe, IT!, Ewe bet.
Jump to page Tú on Carte Blanche… but you better not cross Pont Neuf.
Short Story About Stockton, California.