Buckle Up:
Old Dirty Bastard reports… in.:.3D8B2DAD-296D-4658-AA17-3110241E7C79 < *~~~\\{ “Yo no busco, encuentro*“.
[The following must bee read in a Brian Williams VOICE]
Them French cæesars, eh!
— It was the Top of the Fourth at Five Points, near Montana and Burritos Rafaela’s in El Paso, and stepping to the plate is that Drunk Bastard, Derek Waters and yes, he walked like an Egyptian. Camilo Cienfuegos had already seen the Carthage series and set the play for a double–play [Ball Four] and so, wearing a tunic off to first Derek pranced his GÜEY, “anyway”, where The Who (the entire ensemble) vowed that they would not BEE fooled again.
Tipping his güaripa to Mr. Moon the Loon, that “deaf, dumb, and BLIND kid” relays to Derek that “the cæesar” on his Drunk History “bad bloods” episode has a NAME, and reminds the Comedy CIA jokster that Marco Antonio Solís says, “hello, Derek” and (he, El Buki) reminds you that there are many Marcos, but only ÖnË f.r.a.m.e., “motherfucker”, verbatim.
Mean, while Evita waited for the next “electorado y loteriado” resultado del Rancho de Tommy Lee Jones en “la” muy Argentina, en Francia, los septuaGENarios de la Île-de-Saint Luis, o algo así, se regocijan jugando Al Ajedrez à la mode de Louie–Luis.
“Que los abuelos babysit the kids”, dijo un tal AMLO, and Joe Friday said, Just the Facts, Tahalia. Just the fackd’s.
Fareed Zakira, over at the CNN en las bibliotecas favoritas de Mr. Noah (noa) no comenzaba a rascar la comezón de los clochardos de las Tres Puertas en la Calle de doña Vilma Fuentes, —en la tal Lutecia, casi esquina con el Templo de Isis— cuando los Tres Ravens reportaron que justo a un lado del puente de los muy “Louis-es-esos”, septuaGenarios parisinos pasan horas-y-Oras manipulando chaparros inmaduros para mover piones, caballos, TORRES, etc., etc., etc,…
En Vivo desde San Juan de Los LAGOS en:
La Villetta de un tal Scott Onstott
puro NECTAR, che.
Puro nectar.
But first. Los Enanos:
“£€†’√ get some TaCOS”