Kill Mí now. What a let down after Marjo’s grand opening.
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Spoken like a trou 🕳️ pro, Marjo… play ball!!!
Hasta la Victoria siempre, Dámaso, 🇨🇺
Now find Mí, somebody to love.
Shalom for Israel has always meant ‘PEAS‘, or chicharitos en Castellano from Las Chivas del Guadalajara.
“Always concerned, never courageous”
Note to editors : AC/NC is Maine’s Republican Senator’s, Susan “blow-up Sex Doll” Collins ethos ; always concerned, but never courageous.
Quote of the THEY, in Maine, comes courtesy of the Foken Governor there, Jan Mills, who by-the-way has no Nazi-related tattoos like Pete Hegseth or, the oyster farmer running against her in that state.
Now it’s time for another edition of:
https ://tvmag .lefigaro .fr /programme-tv /les-yeux-revolver-de-cillian-murphy
Volksjuden… Shalom is the emptiest word in the Hebrew Torah, and Jesus “fucking” Christ the worst Jew in history, which is why Saúl “fabricated” his « revolution » into a Christmas tale about rabbits made out of Swiss chocolate and milk.
Eye shits Ewe knot, ok?
The Chosen People’s Bug
https ://www .reuters .com /volkswagen-shift-production-missile-defense-one-factory-deal-with-israeli-2026-03-24/
This is taken straight out of Le Gorafi and transliterated by the good people at The Onion, but reciprocated by The New York Times degree on the Reuters bocho de una fusca Beetle in a kosher bomd factory for the masses.
Entonces, padre… hoy tampoco hubo SOPA at the kitchen, and aren’t the BRITS ironic 😼? That is what Charles de Gaulle used to say about them Peaky 🐴 Blinders.
In Paris, France… an Histoire d’Or (H♦️O) was found dead in some fucking sofa, or maybe it was a bed ; in any case, that Blonde is sitting next to Carlos Ray Norris at l’Eglise de Saint Merri in the gayest district of Paname.
Pete Hegseth is a war criminal who needs to be throttled to The Hague, —on the double.
Eye tells Ewe WATT! Semafore Ben, fuck all the chicken hawks who NEGOTIATE with Buzz. Öüï pity the fools who follow DONALD TRUMP TO GWAR.

You are going to need a lot of boxes of reticles (EACH) and a whole-lotta-sequences for that hydraulic jig-a-ma-gigic.
In local news Airborne Rangers are getting ready to play the real-life casualties/characters in Pete Hegseth’s moronic, First Person Shooting asymmetrical “Call of Duty” on his PS3 XBOX.
And, Marjolena Portenkalten—Jazz, nevermind about the landscape to eternity, what comes next is a marshy looking Styx with two paisanos de las Mercier’s, and wouldn’t Ewe know it, A Funny Thing Happened On the Way to The Forum :
Eye was there minding Mi’s affairs trying to enjoy the view when all of a sudden Syrinx, pulls U.S. over for river travel duty, hilarity ensues when…
_ two Canadian jetliner pilots pronounce the letter R to Mme. Mercier’s right like an “elle” in the Magazine.
Over in NANTEs…hoy no hubo piano, Faster Pussycat, only a Canadian singing The Hymns of Love en La Bendita Torre Eiffel.
I (armando segovia) wonders if your respectable husband will laugh at this anecdotal tag on the river Seine … back at Ewe, Marjo.
³~. … but that is only because the letter “are” [erre en Castellano] is taboo for mi viejo, San Juan.
Issy-it-Swings a little to The Left from Center, except in Nice ; ask Dr. Poisson, she knows.

El-ection is Puerto Rican for penetration, but that’s only because one has to get excited about Western-style Republics.
It’s eight a.m. in Paris, France.
In recap, una chica 🏊🏽♀️ nada y con°jugar a la nada aprendemos que :
pour toi je pourrai faire 🤿 l’Atlantique en solitaire
yo nado, tú nadas, él y ella nadan, y así por el estilo, ahora naden, entre ustedes y aquellos, — en la nada.
i (Armando Segovia) can assure you, Mme. Mercier, de Montréal not from Nice :
no somos nada… ask Salma, she knows.
… Take a small example, take a tip from me Take all of your money, give it all to charity.
–now that, that would be Sublime, It’s What I Got.
³~. Executive aggrandizement or, as the Swede say, “esas sí son chingaderas, César Chávez”.

… and if you order within the next commercial break Ewe also get our exclusive “Laboratorios Camacho” formula for ego enlargement and manhood maximization.
Up next in Paris, France :
They say that El’ections are the minimum requirement to have (successful) penetration.
In any case scenario, let’s go to Luchenbach, Texas… and change Nashville again.
Yo Quiero Taco Bell®, New Jersey… Taco Bell©, can you bitches dig it?
But first, let’s go over to Baraboo, Wisconsin, where the good people of North Bergen are hiding out because they don’t have the BALLS, the BALLS! France, to leave a fucking comment and (instead) act like fucking CHIHUAHUAS at Taco Bell™ at supper time in Central Europe Times.
… Eye ain’t got a cutline to flatten you, yet, but when Eye does youse gonna be flatter than a tortilla rolled up to eat my pork chicharrones with, —bitch.
Happening Now in Paris, Texas :

We Are Olympians… and just for ol’ Time’Sakes before Anita Bonita leaves office : if only the Paris Tourism Board Had The Fucking Imagination, eh?
Absolutely nothing, 🗳️ just rednecks living with the consequences of war, good-god y’all.
Issy-Eye-Eats pork and beans becuase Öüï could give a fuck about a holy diet or a REGIME for a cult and/or religion on EARTH, but i do go Coucou For Cocoa-Puffs… one thing however, is that new look that fip . fr got for the Spring of 2026 ; it’s SHIT! Shit Eye tells you Thomas Le Corbillon, Shit!!! Needless to write, it’s shit with a pink hue and all that jazz. Any hoot, you did say to call you any time, so here it is : fip new look sucks, but that is only my personal opinion.
Now before Öüï heads out to Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino, Eye must mark this down so that Évry last motherfucker at FIP understands,

In any case scenario, SHOUT out to D.C. on a beautiful day… and if youse indoors, Öüï hopes Ewe gots a window facing sun light.
[ Book 3, when Eye became a performance work of art, not necessarily otro pinche hartista d’ocasión ]
_that you can’t go labeling your sirens as the most “eclectic” cunts around when Denis Soula (that motherfucker³) goes painting every-fucking-channel in a ROSA MEXICANO hue around the music, pink is fine but only on 🍹 cocktails that arrive with a little umbrella to stir the poison… mine is whiskey, Niño Luc, what’s yours, —nigga?
³~. I guess what Eye is trying to convey here, Mme. Mercier, is that “Le Page” d’accueil at fip . fr is a cheap Canadian-look-alike front of what used to be called « ICEBERG RADIO » on the interwebs but now-a-theys since 2017 or so, turned into just another ACCUWEATHER channel with a programming machine fishing out them hits for the people working under fluorescent lives baking birthday cakes for very rich piano-playing cunts, no offence 🦩.
“Early, don’t be late… », gonna listen to Carlos Santana now, Jingo~ism no va.