A Colbert reportage [place holder for Amnesty International, PARIS] goes here:

Per your request, Mr. Pérez, the following is a segment D.A.T. Eye is going to call, —con el permiso de Roger— Roger and Mí 🌬DB17CE92-8BF4-4C0E-98E4-22E43EDFC479 💨 * Cowbell equals Context… and Tim Apple, you son of a bitch, —WHY? Why is there no cowbell emoji on your danG’on diVice? Eh! 🎨 Guess that Eye is going to have to draw you a picture.

BUT FO’ist, WAIT!!! Stop the Art Review‼️‼️‼️HOLY FUCK! Roger, not to be outdone by Nashville’s 4th of July celebratory celebration of some kind of ceremony, La Mairie de Paris is bringing out Les Plagues, ⛱  or something like that (all Whale skeleton, no umbrella when it rains)  by The Seine, take it from Jonah, he’s been around.

This is what Ewe might call, an ironic shade of logistics. It’s part of the infrastructure if you can go beyond High-Speed DSL amtracks from Peru, and Mr. Pérez, Eye knows that Ewe know what Mí is talking about.

Any how, Mr. Pérez, gonna jump to page Tú and for the rest of the week you SiR will be the centerpiece. You Are Going to Like the way you look, but if your ASS CALLED THE CODE RED, you are going to be brushed-off. D.A.T. i promise Mr. García, at the Mexican Consulate and The Bourse de Paris… where little’ol Eye sleeps… for now.

Live from the Rock and Roll Circus, it’s the most famous newspaper clip in Neil Young’s “free world »: J’Accuse…! Details after all this time remain murky in innuendo, but Öüï gets it.

Any how, ELISA JO… will you marry Mí? There’s one condition though, you must keep your promise to always walk on the sunny side of the Street, —even when it RAins.

… [B]ecause a picture without context is in the best scenario, pro•pa•ganda (punto y coma) and at the opposite end of the Spectrum, it is probably quite possibly nothing more than advertisement for the masses.

It’s the bottom of the Third, and Paris All-Star Mayor, Anne Hidalgo, remains at the mound, the score is not relevant this early in the game suffice to say that the Paris All-stars playing are down by more than three runs, Army Staff General, Alfred Dreyfus is first in the Bating Order and Alexis the “Tee” de Tocqueville follows and then you can expect to see the King’s confessor, The One and Only, Père Lachaise.

Over on the color channel, the all-khemists All-Stars are breaking the Color CYAN down (punto y tome) but in a good güey, Carroll. And, Willie Geist—across the street at Studio 3A in Babylon 2, it’s Hot Lips meets Major (representative in Pennsylvania) Houlahan.

Objects on mirror are closer than they appear 🚲🚲🚲🚲 Over at Le Tour de France, Marianne, not the France is considering making the VACCINE mandatory, not an option. And, Marcus Miller … Eye regret to inform you that a SCHEDULING CONFLICT will make it impossible for U.S. to meet you à Juan (pronounced ‘YuAn’) on account that i am due for a second shot of that Covid potion. Carry-on… Yo, SPIKE! SPIKE!!! SPIKE! Don’t make me get on an SNCF stow-away spot and Troll your Cannes-es_Ese. I have three day’s to spare.

And, Cousin Joe, IDE (pronounced like) I’d tell Ewe what, CyanIDE) the reason that historians call it the “roaring 20’s” is because “pan y circo” was already taken by the Umpire! PLAYBOL.