THREE AMIGOS!, follows:
Previously on “Romancing The Stone”, Esmeralda was looking up Roxanne’s Quarks on the Wikipedias:
— Jefe: I have put many beautiful piñatas in the storeroom, each of them filled with little sup’rises.
El Guapo: Many piñatas?
— Jefe: Oh yes, many!
El Guapo: Would you say I have a plethora of piñatas?
— Jefe: A what?
El Guapo: A *plethora*.
— Jefe: Oh yes, you have a plethora.
El Guapo: Jefe, what is a plethora?
— Jefe: Why, El Guapo?
El Guapo: Well, you told me I have a plethora. And I just would like to know if you know what a plethora is. I would not like to think that a person would tell someone he has a plethora, and then find out that that person has *no idea* what it means to have a plethora.
— Jefe: Forgive me, El Guapo. I know that I, Jefe, do not have your superior intellect and education. But could it be that once again, you are angry at something else, and are looking to take it out on me?
And in Paris, France, it’s night of the leprechauns part Tú, to celebrate the occasion, a Special Nighttime Edition of National Sports They is in effect, if you are currently making your way to the Louvre access to the shitty American mall at La Bourse de Pinault, please be advised that “da’Man” just locked the gates and the Kids are alright, on their way to la Place de La République on account that the Place de La Concorde is sealed like a pornstar at a Trump party…
Tonight i get to have a fireplace. It’s not cozy, but look at those optics.
… Good night, and good luck because in Hilo, Hawaii, La Kerschovas just sealed Last Week To They with spackling on them Frosted Snowflakes Charms, talk about Lucky leprechauns en l’Allegreto dans une Tati™ bah… bag full of piñas, piñatas y piñones. A whole PLETHORA OF Ñ’es-ese.