Dear, Ben Harper (motherfucker):
The quickest way to The Ene Mí, is precisely (motherfucker) to work your way… you Gnkow (motherfucker), period:
Ever wonder where them FAIR TRADE coffee beans END UP? Stick around, especially if you are a FAN of Seattle’s Pumpkin Spiked SPAM, wait for it, wait…

Previously on Marks & Spensers… [P]ass the Chuck (stakes) please, no APPLE piece–of–the π, period .:. Dear, Ari Melber, the good thing about the African Sista’s that work à Brioche Doréè de ElDorado on the way to the FORUM is the they won’t read this most non-consequential blog; so we [the staff] WILL NEVER KNOW, if the logic of spreading the spent George Clooney ground coffee beans on them SAM’iches on top of the BEST TRASH RECEPTACLES IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD, which did not sell, is a COMPANY policy, or if them Sista’s just do it out of Sprite®️

« Quote:
By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the Shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail.
Unquote », period
… activities to ring-in the 45th Act of National Sports Day in France, where the Frogs are playing a Triple Header celebration of the masses, Team Yellow Jackets are already in position and while the Green Hornets are sitting at the DUG Out, Los REtirados del montón sabrá Santo Giroud por dónde IRAN a saltar.
12h20 CET