FUCK you! transmission continues with the CONTRA-vas:
It’s in the way that you brand it… never mind the Registry. And, Denis Soula, i bet that El niño Luc thinks that this toast is about him, eh? … bunch of Circus Animals*.
* https ://tribuneindia .com /news /schools /oakland-zoo-vaccinates-animals-against-covid-278120
Time Now is the They After last night and The Russian Federation is about to appropriate Les Halles and all of the La Belle France®️ line of produced products including, but not limited, to the Sparkling Wine from the ASTI region of “Spumante”.
🎶 Ya lo dijo Freud, no recuerdo en que lado… [probably on page Tú, del Metro Balderas]…. after the break: 🇮🇹 v. 🇪🇸
Deadline update: Viva Alicia!!! Say no to “the” ALEXANDERS-es-esos! Peter.
This slogan is approved by JORGE RAMOS, not because Öüï agree with El Reforma de don Calderón (big cacerola if youse into Cannes at the Mexican Embassy of “Jazz à juan-ito”), but because it’s a Trou Story that dates back to the Sicilia Theys at Trocadéro in March of 2011.
LUC FRELON, i am out of BEER! You jazz fuck!
Beer update, Mister Yasser Arafat cannot, EYE repeats, cannot let Mí lie, because our Ecuador connection restocked the urge for Hops in the form of an Ale, gracias, Mano.
And, Major Thom, please remind Mr. Luc that like you, Sir, Öüï needs to get high, Aussie! 🏄🏽♂️
What kind of Jazz Hour are you (Luc Fregón) running down at Issy, eh⁉️ You are displaying shades of Quebecoise-es-Ese. This is why Ontario is going to shit! Ya Bum!
This has been our “namastase” session as requested by the 6 O’clock Siren-end Shift.
Öüï now returns to it’s normal rage.
Drop Mí out in Harlem, in•deed.