Good morning, Mr. Meyer, it’s a good thing that there is no Late Night on Fridays as it allows the staff of this most non–consequential blog to catch up on other targets.
“Play it again,” Ace–Eh .::. 3796D369-83D5-47A2-9657-671366816A6F 🎻 ISSY, ese, if you are wondering what this screengrab has to do con las noticias de México vistas por un transnacional californiano, producto de la S.E.P., look no further than Acapulco, because Elvis Presley did a version of Narciso Serradell’s “La Golondrina” (but with different lyrics arranged for the “King’s” melody)… just sayin’ because, (motherfuckers) the song is not credited at the next to last frame of the credits of this extraordinary flick that serves as COMPLEMENTARY VIEWING for “The MAN IN THE HIGH CASTLE”, and if you understand the alternate universe plot in that made–for–small screen series, then Mr. Seth Meyers, you will understand why the good doctor, Doogie Howser M.D. is dressed in full alternate universe NAZI regalia… complementary reading for THE BUZZFEED CROWD (so that Mr. Stanton can have his media monkeys do an online article on these trivia bits) is The Case of COLONIA DIGNIDAD, in Chile, and the historical records from all of the nazi criminals of war who settled in the late 1940’s and 1950’s in Argentina, Brazil, Paraguay, Uruguay, and of course The Great state of Michigan in the U.S. of A… so yeah, Eye can see why Denise Richards would have a Hispanic name in this alternate universe.
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And for the record, Sir, Eye sees what you did D.A.R.E. with the recommendation to watch Starship Troopers, one of the most underrated movies of all times; next to Edge of Tomorrow, of course. Anyhow, Mr. Meyer, ghee-whiz the nuances of that story, my favorite part is when Romeo (pilot #1) gets the Vlad The Impaler treatment from one of the bugs (punto y coma) before revisiting the movie my favorite part of the flick was hearing all of the Hispanic names of characters played by people whiter than that “Friends” sitcom, but hey, for historical reference and/or a capsule of that time (the 1990’s) it makes sense that the people sharing a hip loft in New York City be white, as their rich parents probably paid the fucking rent for them, except for Joey, and that’s all that Eye will say about D.A.T. for fear of being forced to “sleep with the fishes”, and because you, Sir, don’t read this most non-consequential blog, we are sure that you know exactly what öüï is talking about.
L’Equipe que Philippe Labró .::. BE5065BD-77C7-47AD-9598-C82278F6C0C2 🛰 Thanatos vía Satellite
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Anyhow, John Oliver, this time NEXT WEEK, when you will be enjoying your day off, you Ferris Bueller you, there will bee* over 100,000 American deaths because the president of them united states LOST all of his fucking marbles. Heck, “His” majesty is now (Eye did knot know if a simple country lawyer might have noticed, D.A.T.) having the White House Press Club ‘bow down’ to a BOOM microphone if they want to ask the “King” of the Rosen GARTEN a fucking question. Eye tell you AP guy; the president of them united states has turned you into his own personal Audioslave corps.
And Cousin Joe, Eddy Currents below —the underground of— the old National Center for Space Exploration are at a MAX now that activities in Paris (at least along the common public places) are back to normal, sort of. It seems that way along the Seine anyhow, where the beautiful ones have adopted, it seems, a Donald John Trump’s attitude towards wearing a fucking Cubre Bocas.
Time–delayed Sunday edition. After a nap, it’s Mano Negra vS. Rob Zombie.
And why wouldn’t THEY, L’Equipe de Le Parisien is working hard to slowly but surely, Cousin Joe, to turn All The Young Frogs into Vince McMahon’s army of one–round CATCH fans. Anyhow, MONSIEUR Brontis à la préfecture de Cité (Metro Line 4) don’t mind shooting the messenger, we [the staff] are already dead. Go ahead and finish the job.