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Oh, sweet Irony, there’s a Stow-Away on the vessel… Captain! Oh Captain my Captain.
Messrs. K and H. assure the public
Their production will be second to none
And of course HERMAN The Horse dances the waltz
Hello, Sir… [D]o you hear them Saints Marching In? .:. AF900187-C07A-49BC-A052-4DB5940743BE 🦠 That’s the sound of Black Wall Street in Tulsa, Oklahoma, welcoming you on this Trip to the Red Planet.
— Well, Eye did warned you Punks that there would be an MVPS. Didn’t cha’Eye? I mean, what did you expect was going to develop after an Old Gringo in a plastic cowboy hat explained to you how it will be‽ It’s 2020, and there are 98 days left… if you want.
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Meanwhile with the mayordomo to the South, well let’s just blame, IT!, on Estambul porque se nombró Cónsul en a Isabel Arvide, “periodista” sin méritos para el servicio exterior que pidió trabajo en una mañanera… y se lo dieron! Dijo el monoaureo.