Fragmented footnotes and a preliminary re-adjusted perspective on Credit, Debt, and a fucking Ferrari:

This “oul” is missing something:6B5A22A2-2F8D-4BE7-8773-DA598D9301F0 •!•
— ¿Qué?
Sinatra, rebuffed.
—A letter S, sir. This OUL is missing an ese.
—Well, what are you waiting for? Head on over to MiSSiSSippi and “borrow” one from that floosy.
—What if she says no, mr. Sinatra?
—Ah! For fuck’s sake, who da’fuck mentioned anything about asking 4-anything, you bum! What kindergarten did you get those faggety spectacles from, —Boston?

TimeStamp: 23.20 CET


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Öüï interrupt our Special Donnie Deutsch Ltd. Advertising campaign because of sensitivity issues.
In order to comply with the “my pussy hurts” morning Krews, we [the staff] found it nessesary to change Directors in mid-stride, this, in order to comply with the regulators order.
Here is the new Plug:
From the “executive producer” of AN ENEMY OF THE PEOPLE, —and Tom Horn— comes a film directed by Steve McQueen.

Answer for pop quiz:
—Because advertising companies can get away with Election Fraud.

Extra Credit if the student identifies that as the U.S. pre boarding political Campaigns get longer, like say, advertising next year’s Chistmas parnaphenalia on December 26, TV executives get richer and richer on every 20 second ad.

POP QUIZ: Why does the U.S. spend so much money on Elections?

Anygüey, Ari Melver…might Ewe give three fucks if Öüï, the staff, merge the lane over to Morning Joy to follow up on that Kentucky ghetto bow tie?

EE428D0F-8D8E-440C-9C0E-8E024AE6B2F8… What DEADLINE?
Said the über-delivery Boye, while pointing at the delivery cube.
—Ewe tellin’ Mí, motherfucker, that after all this months since the Fall of Babylon ii, that you asholes no longer want this here motherfucking HAMBURGERS from PARadÍSe‽ W.T.F.? And keep the elipses-ese.
[Forget the gutters, Doll. And do consider this a kind reminder to the Sirens, please relay them fishtails that there ARE three letters, dolls. Three letters that are deep inside Paradise. Three letters, sirens. 3 deep in Paris.]
Comic book universe my ass.

Of course, not. Eye am a little Wallace Bee, Eye have no TIES—Eye ride on ties… on Railroaded TIES because: AIN’T no God in Matamoros, y menos en México.

The Biggest Little Bee on The Face of the Earth

The Wallace Bee.

The Elephant in the Little Palace of Ari Melber Breakfast Club:8CB4E12A-68BE-4E5D-B143-C72E8F9FE9F4 }-~-~\,,, *> It’s High Noonan, Nigga! Let’s Cha-Cha this motherFUNKing Break into the Keys of Le Clef. •—_!_—• PLEASE, step into MY Sarahpe and get into that motherfucking CUBE; it’s the first STEP TO expand THE perimeters, and JEW! Of all sheeple should know by NOW, what Jimbo said about those motherfucking STARS.

And then Ari Melver went:
— Nice moño.

And the Young American* observed:
— It’s not a moño, it’s a Kentucky ghetto bow tie.

Dear Ari Melber: did you just call that dog** a bitch? But more to the point, did you know that:

once you make a mark, you make a threat to society? (that’s thing one).

anyway, POWER without CIVICS is a, (insert immigrant business plan) liquor store on ANYGIVEN SUNDAY, on any MLK Jr. Blvd…. or, dearest MARIANNE: Un INSTITUTO de Las Asiciaciones de “LOS” mexicanos en Europa, but if our investigating is correct, ESA Asociación de Ley francesa 1901 la desfloró el Servicio Exterior de La Embajada Mexicana del P.R.I…. ahora si, doña Sandra, cuélguese su rebosito y baíleme áste, marchantita, “El Son De La Negra“… dijo: El General de la Bragada Flotante: el peón ArroYo. 

And Ari Melver gulps:
— What’s the difference?

Joke’s on Ewe—BëæTCH!!!:7D472F6F-46BE-4793-9779-EA4052070974

The difference, Ari, if that is your real name, is that the “cup” prop is a Sam Stein ‘schtick‘, but for the sake of the challenge, we’ll do the plus–es on the Cuervo wearing the GAP.

And the Young American explains:
—It’s very simple and Kosher, mine is a necklace, but if a Dyke would wear it, then this accessory becomes a Chain. In other words, Ari, the Chain/Necklace regalia involves issues of Gender Dynamics, and por pura puta consequencíami negro– it also involves Power, and if it’s Kosher to call cunts, bitches, then what’s the harm in calling anygiven nigga’s**** Element neck-wear, a motherfucking chain‽

Now Thing TWO:

When you ask your top dawg on the panel how many “necklaces” he is sporting, and you, Ari Melver count, “one? Two? —four‽”, thereby skipping the motherfucking three, you sir, are leading the Witness into a basic motherfucking perimeter; es decir, Ari, a Basic motherfucking Square. Cattle! Cattle is rounded-up into a basic square with a motherfucking fence.

Fragmented footnotes and a preliminary re-adjusted perspective on Credit, Debt, and a fucking Ferrari.

1. To process the Young Americans reference, please assume that you know the difference between a nigga with a Cadillac, and a nigga with a BOWIE knife.

dot, dot, dot:

But, Sir, have you seen this version of “the movie”, yet?:D7DCB9EB-60E4-40FF-9975-97C837ED45E2

and another thing, Drum Boy.

Please relay to Mr. Chido,  if that is his real name, that the good thing about this most inconsequential blog is that  Stephen Colbert does not read it, and that Öüï [the staff] started a Watch company. But, and its it is a big but, because öüï ain’t into no infra-red hidden camera porno, and/or Schitt like that… Scooby-Doo porn parody’s ?  You betcha.

Additionally, Öüï, the motherfunking staff, don’t appreciate unwilling organ-donor jokes about waking up in a poll of blood, on account of a dog (named Karl) that manifested next to only Önë, ÜNÖ Nada más, Drum Boy, of our GAZILLIONS of “lounging” spots where Öüï might hang around, Across The Universe.

Ahora bien, Drum Boy, con respecto a los Broke-ass NIKE™️ that “Dissolved” near, or about the Three-point “line”. We fucking ride on Michelin’s. The Bridge… stones are for no brainers: FEED MÍ, Michelin Guide!. Or, hire this gunn.

How do Ewe like them Apples from my Caravan, Jon?