The following screen-grab must be read in a Brian Williams Voice…
Kasie Hunt can be heard over Brian Williams silent talking head, his panel of four is aware that the headline that Brian is reading is out of whack.
—Wait, what? Williams, what a heck are Ewe talking about, eh?
—We seem to be experiencing technical difficulties, our Laser Rock correspondent seems to be trying to get our attention, we switch it over to her.
– Brian, I think that you are confusing your Magnesium supplements with your Gymnasium membership.
—You are supposed to be talking about the National Sport whose capital is Guadalajara –México– not Guadalajara, Spain.
You know, Brian, you are probably one of those people that reference “Cielito Lindo” during the World Cup as being a Mexican inspired song, eh!
—Well isn’t it?
—No, Brian, it is not… there is no “Sierra Morena” within the Mexican mountainous ranges… puras Madres, pendejo.
You probably grabbed the wrong script; the one for next week’s book review from the collection of “Life Stories”.
—Oh, Crap! You are not silly, Kasie. I mistakenly grabbed the one from the bin labeled “El Mexicano,” I knew that my segment was supposed to cover a dressage of Mexican female riders from Guadalajara, I just happened to breeze through the abstract and Guadalajara popped right in front of my eyes…
TimeStamp: Oh, Dear Louis; There She Goes… in Central Siren Time.
It’s the 18 hundred hour block in CET