Bee vegüï vegüï Careful, Eight year–old’s coodies are at an all thyme hi. Yo-yo’s are circling the Purple pundit’s basement and if Eye would had told you last year D.A.T., Robert Costa would be telecasting from the bottle where he stored Joan Manuel Serrat’s “Pare” (it’s in the archives), Figluzzi would have asked “Black Spy” what kind of Ket•chup he wanted on his Hamburgers (for delivery) in Paradise.
And over at Heidi’s walk-in closet, rumor is spreading like a rapid raving rabid wabbit, that the Trump administration is working a deal to replace Dr. Anthony Fugazi with Paul Simon. Sources close to Pryzbyla say, D.A.T… the Make America Great Again crowd won’t realize the switch, considering that Dr. Fugazi is about the same size as Simon.
Over at Nicolle’s basement, gremlins just breached the W.I.R.E…. Ö.Ü.Ï repeat, gremlins have breached the W.I.R.E., insiders at the front blame an Eight year–old trying to get trough that basement’s White House canvas; oh, the humanity.