Dear, Marie France ; thanks for the Metro Tickets

Attention BATTLESTATIONS:

This here, motherfuckers 🧜‍♂️ is an intermission.

While Ă–ĂĽĂŻ return, please be adviced that pathfinders on the other side of the S.I.T•h•R.E.P. over on that Old West Texas Town of El Chuco,  show a mouvement of Purple Pundits hopping onto the B.I.L.L. S.A.N.D.E.R.S. camiĂłn de Carisma lonches, except that this —here motherfucker— reparte P.E.D.O.S. de A.L.G.O.D.Ă“.N. carnavalero, with a whiff of the one–and–only Willie Nelson’s used-up Crisco Oil®️ fuel exhaust fumes.

Dear, Willie Nelson. Love Your Music and Ă–ĂĽĂŻ respect your choice for R.h.u.l.e.r. on the boardwalk of Empires.

Mötley Crüe snapshot, by Marie–France, follows.

Musical Guest:
Gavin Newson on TRMS

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