Check your calendars, Marie!… after the break, it’s Willy Wonka welcomes Captain Sparrow to the show.
—. 323 B.C. to celebrate the apology of Gen. Mark Milley, the chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, for accompanying President Trump to a photo–op, Alexander The Great stopped Spinning in his grave.
—. 1979 C.E. to usher in professor Eddie Gloude Jr’s. upcoming book on False Ideologies and make–believe heros, John Wayne, a.k.a. “El Duque” succumbs to a very clear and present danger in the patterns of advertisements of “The Marlboro Man”… like our fearless commander–in–chief, John Wayne pretended to be a military leader, but dodged his tour–of–Duty in a Hollywood Land studio.
1852 —. Forced out of their land a group of Seminoles end up settling in the Mexican State of Coahuila de Zaragoza; known as the tribu de los indios (negros) mascogos, Juneteenth is also a part of Old México.
2020 —. Heidi Pryzbyla is back on Deadline. Summoned by an Egyptian coincidence vase, Heidi had no choice but to rise again. Nick Confessore discovers the code within the Egyptian Vase and now the Wallace is getting all giddy about, IT! Always the showboat, Mr. Confessore understands the theater of props and sits in front of bookcase that makes a Barns & Noble empty brick–and–mortar storefront look like a newsstand.
2020 —. Not to be outdone by Olympic legend, Bruce Jenner, Lionel Ritchie went ahead and turned himself into a beautiful princess… and she’s funny, Aussi, The 1984 diving giant also dropped his manly name “Bruce” for the more palatable, Amber, and then switched from jumping overboard to running Decathlons in Amsterdam… or something like D.A.T., period — Also (punto y coma) and, Aussi, it’s A BiG ALSO Mateo MacConaughany: öüï, the staff just CRASHED a 1000 party celebration on the Seth Meyers Show, and Lemmi’tell you something, young man, COMEDIC Nepotism is no way to get through life. Why–if–Eye–had an SNL toadie at my disposal, like say… —your brother— i’d have my mom redact all of my French jokes for Mí while sipping cocktails at the Peacock Lounge.
And now, a message to our President of them United States of America:
Sir, because we [the humble staff, of this most non–consequential blog] have witnessed in Real Time, not via the news on a TV screen the take–down of a racist memorial on a U.S. Military Base (Forrest Road at Fort Bliss, Texas 79916) we can attest before Ivanka’s, or any of the women in your life bibles, that those racists symbols can be torn down from the spotlight. Mind you, Forrest Road was installed in memory of Forrest Gump grand Dragon-daddy, so if Tom Hanks–es–es (fake KKK sibling) can be put in storage at a museum, why not Seth Myers (Telegram) Bragg, eh? Anyhow, Mr. President: LONG LIVE CASSIDY ROAD. And remember, “The Deseret Never Lies!”
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