The Tarahumaras Flotantes
Veinte después de hora, y no Lucy, no insistas porque ni con todos los diamantes como Oasis en SKY TV tocaré: Hoy No Hubo Jazz.
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Jinggle: D’ya know who’s chaining your watch?
Right now it’s The MorJo Show.
33 past the hour.
Meanwhile, over at Dante’s Al Dente(ist) Inferno, manazO and Doc Hollyday are in the middle of a heated exechange over Joe Pesci’s 1992 veredict on what that little wop would do to Sinéad’s (action) tearing of Infallibility.
In walks a new patron. Her GIVEN name is America (sin acento) and she perished because of ‘consumption’, the disease of poverty, the Village People, said. Fucking virus was known to deplete even the biggest macho in any crowd. It was still a strand of TB, though, and so, bada–bing bad’a–bum, America (sin acento) meals card designated her ‘repas’ to this joint: Dante’s Al Dente(ist) Inferno.
40 past the hour.
And moebiu.x says:
PS: fammi sapere se servono musicisti a [sic] parigi!
And the staff went:
Hoy no hubo Jazz, amig@,
but thank you fot the input…
but mostly amig@, THANK YOU for: