So, this guy… The Jerry Lewis on a motorcycle, for the French, i am not sure (yet) if this fellow is a Cantinflas or a Tin Tan. Now Mr. George Will, fuck you and keep the letter “ese”, out of the condemned alphabet soup of WASPian justice.
Now, Mr. Will, please be advised that right now i am writing you this in Hilo, Hawaii, time where it’s Oh-five 33′ in the early evening, you know Mr. Will, as those dangOn peacocks say in New York/New Jersey: on the Other Side of the CLOCK.
NOTE TO BFM’er TV and Radio 105.5 FM France Info:
My deer, motherfuckers… about that U.S. Transportation Secretary that you non-conspicuously mentioned on your conspicuos stationary news tickers of your FO’ist Edition.
_—\•!•/—_ Cher Antoine Forrestiere, regardez vato, je dois retourner sur el terreno de Technicolor®️, donc please refer aux épisodes d’Elaine Benes [/] Ashley Chevalier of just a few days ago. En d’autres termes, M. Forrestiere, ne le prenez pas personnellement, ne pensez pas que ce cri vous concerne. Ashley l’a cru pendant une brève minute et où se trouve Ashley maintenant, M. Forresteire ? Probablement au Kansas, mais c’est besides de The Yellow Brick Road et d’autres assorted chatos.
So, yeah, Mr. Forrestiere, when your news compilers get on the Donald Trump “gravy train” by reporting on the last of the Mo’hick-annes (pronounced Mo•He•Cannes) departing like RATS on a sinking ship and your producers fail the mention the pedigree of said rats, you cheat the French people of vital information that correlates the causation that sunk the afore-alluded imaginary OVAL vessel.
Now i am not placing the MANUFACTURE of CONSENT for the wife of the former Leader of The Senate, Moscow Mitch McConnell on you Mr. Forrestiere, —knot at all— i blame the REPTILIAN nature of FOX News en Française, after all, you Sir; or rather Bonhomme, were engaged during The Way Too Early hour at The Old Fucker’s Oak Lodge Bar and Grill and you sir may or may not have been aware of Manu Chao’s aunt.
Now about those freq’s on the 105.5 wave on La Seine, please give me Three Steps and Eye knows, that there’s [but] One Way Out, and this is LAST WEEK TODAY.
Over at the Bri-Why stream, Jimmy CarVile just ran over Pepe LePew… preliminary reports suggests that CarVile, who rose to fame plotting pranks with Socks the Cat against the Valiant, Loyal and humblE “Buddy”, the chocolate Labrador at the 42nd edition of The White House, was caught listening to a little figurine with wings whispering orders into his left ear canal.