Scene ii
Always look on the bright side of death…
or something like that.
11 de febrero, 2019.
So, Starlord, did you catch Lorne’s boys WeekEND UPdate? Maaaaannnnn, fucking, Denton! That mutt went all Matthew McConauhey on what appears to have been a P.O.V., but this information has yet to be confirmed, for all we know, Denton could have been fucking a Company vehicle, and that, motherfucker, —is the problem with Denton. He’s a hooptie-humping-hunkster.
Anuncio: pinguinos and coke
Mean, while Donald Trump plays straight into the Old Red Scare squad arepa2000 in Venezuela, en los E.E.U.U., no pasa mas que pura Chingada ¡pero eso sí, Virginía!, todas Quintas.
En México, pero para dárle en el Clavo, en VERAputaCRUZ, la mamá de Memín (that’s Little Willie en Inglés del “bueno”) le pregunta a el Pengüín, en dónde Coñ’oh s’tan las Zanahorias, y ya han de recordar, pinche bola de Jarochos del Club del Ratón Crispín, cómo es de jiribillero el pinche Pinguín.
Memín Penguín:
—el señor de Los AguacateSS-es-Es—!ESE!, me dió PURO PALO ALTO.
FULL DISCLOSURE
This here
—motherfuckers—
is NOT; ÖÜÏ REPEAT:
is not,
THE BOSSA NOVA,
with Eugene Robinson*
… and Michael Che goes, dios mio, what is Christopher Hitchens relaying to Simone Fredericks, who, AS IT TURNS OUT, keeps reporting from Disneyland Paris after the BBC HAD TO RELOCATE, because of the BREXIT, —to motherfucking FRANCE, y’all.
Algunas noches soy easy like sunday mornings