Deer, Charla Magda “daGad”, pease wait one (motherfucker) while we [the staff, of this here motherfucking blog, which The Breakfast Club is never going to read] give my Nigga Avi Velshi a Bullworth Shoutout: Whoof—WHOOF!

Oh, Hey A.M. Joy… there’s a dead hooker in Rick Wilson’s armoire .::. 2B3E926B-BC28-496D-97A7-DE06F044419E 🦵🏻… but seriously, “that question [about] what makes Black people black,” dice mi negro Larry Lenard, —you know— “that’s a discussion for Black people to have [you know] and a White man is not « qualified » to have D.A.T. [d.a.r.e] discussion,” according to The Breakfast Club co-host, Charlamagne tha God. Hey, Lenard, The Brat Pack called: They Want Their “detention” record BACK!

Indeed sir, ain’t no motherfucker worried about no motherfucking ‘dog fight’ between an SR–71/72 and a MiG–25 Rs when motherfucking Mike Pompeo is trying to have The GodDamned STATE DEPARTMENT do the work of the World Health Organization and motherfucking Donald Trump is musing about restarting the Bikini Atoll program.

Any how, Charla (that D.a.R.e break down of your artistic callsign is an OUTFRONT translation to the CHAT that you had with Erin Burnett on “the” CNN’s; for the The French Urban dictionary record a ‘chat’ is also a pussy… CAT), you can’t have it both GüEyS, mi negro.

Let’s Play Some —Motherfucking— Jazz

WISDOM (1933) by Lee LAW•Rie; Art Deco ICON… a re-interpretation .::. 9F5BB8DA-0D85-4E2B-9D45-EFBAC34AE866 🗣 For additional information visit the “cool kids” table at 30 Rock in Manhattan.

… In-house  advertisement:

Deer, Joshua Johnson… “do you mind, not being a Mowtor?”

p. 426: Il faut aller à Dieu par l’Eglise?
PENSÉES de Pascal

Now, Mr. Tha God, before Eye spend the remaing part of the night (here in Central NATO Times) deconstructing your post-Biden interview, be advised that this, motherfucker, is your second strike. What Eye means to say is that you, Sir, are the same sonofavitch that questioned Senator Harris (D–CA) about being black enough to listen to the Digital Underground, or Tupac, or even Diddy… ‘member D.A.T. Lenard?

Tha God .::. 93CAB4B3-C4E8-44AF-B2FE-3FF2600DA1BA 🐝 Biden’s Bottom Bitch.

And, before my Nigga, Eddie Gloude Jr., professor [one–each] gets his boxers up in a bunch, and by boxers Eye means his canine companions, not the motherfucking speedos that he wears, don’t you pull no Cotton-Picking-Picker angle on Mí, because contrary to all the motherfuckers at South Central (in El Lay) Eye actually knows what it’s like to pick cotton under the burning sun; granted, Eye was not a slave, but Eye was a Junior High student  in Durango (MX) in an E.T.A. school turned E.S.T., and Eye did not get paid for every KILO pizcado, but Eye did get an “A” for a final grade in Agricultura, so unless you know what bending your back to fill a bale feels like, don’t you go pulling your Cultural Luggage on Mí. TO PUT IT IN MORE CONTEMPORARY TERMS, Lenard, Eye am not a Bracero, and you, Sir, are not a Slave, and, because Eye is most certain that the REVEREND Al Sharpton does not read this most non-consequential blog, you probably can’t begin to comprehend why EVEN though i, armando segovia, was BORN in California (U.S. of A.), Eye am not a Chicano, my Brother, no Sir, —not with Bracero and “wet-back*” blood running through my veins.

* Even though “Aztlán” is ours… do–you–know what Eye’m saying Brother-Man?

JUMP TO PAGE 2

_+_+_+_+_+

Must show Rick Wilson’s “dead hooker” section of this most non–consequential section of The Motherfucking TEST:

One of u.s. .::. 1A08D1F1-F432-4276-B616-CD7A1D27580B 🛐 What if 💲 Was One Of u.s.