got out of bed… [scratch that last part]”,
WOKE up, got off the ground and did not give a flying fuck about my hair, because we [the staff] adopted a stray (look it up).
La estación del trenes en Bayeux me recuerda la razón por la que ni en una puta pesadilla visitaría el sector americano de la batalla por los quesos de Isigny en un fin de semana como el de hoy. And that’s because there is A Virtual WALL preventing them to visit the SANCTUARY of heroes that Donald Trump came to Piss On (D–Day actual).
Or did you really buy them Trump’s act, where the former baby millionaire pretends that he gives a flying fuck about this region?
“All that Donal Trump sees in this place is another motherfucking Golf Course,” dijo Andrés López Manuel, obrador de Macuspana y presidente de la Hermana República del Plan Post-Merida de Yucatán.
Entitled and, not to mention stupid, my American paisanos began to stroll-in to the train station at around Oh–eight hundred hours ; the coffee machine is broke and most if not all of them Tom Hanks loving tourists are currently [at about Oh–nine–hundred hours] pissed-off because they could not get ANY–motherfucking–WHERE near the Yank sector of the Spirits that left their blood, guts and soul on this neck of the hexagon [which resembles the head of a schnauzer] look it up.
Now, “amiga” Nicole, check this out, because this is an InTERvention dressed up as a mini digresión, but first, we’re going for a hike, to get our cup–o’Joe, and Smoke Sime POT as the ARMY goes Rollin’ Along.