³~. That’s Mí, in that threshold.

Deer, God—Ewe Jerk! Get me the ChiPs Lady… Lauren LEADER!!!

With musical guest, The Rutles Ruhles and Chinese Economy Dom.

Deer, God—Ewe Jerk!

And, Mika, now that Joe is not being Scarborough next to Barnicle, Grant me a wish, and I will forever protect your Meatball 😺, because if Eye goes back, you won’t like the real Manhattan when I am done.

You Can Talk To Mí, and never mind that 🇬🇧 Bulldog.

Whatever Gets You Thru’ The Knight, and nevermind The Baron.

Au Pied de Cochon, January 2011.

Honestly, in 2011 I had not a fucking clue who Haussmann was or had been, although at the time, I still had a hangover over the gentrification and evictions on and along the so-called “Golden Triangle” at El Paso, Texas, and along the Palestinian section of La Avenida Juárez and Lomas de[l] Poleo in Chihuahua, Mexico., but it did not take two blocks along the rue de Ravioli to factor in Eminent Domains.

It fucking figures… clochards!!!

A fucking hobo sign…
Class VI – Personal demand items (such as health and hygiene products, soaps and toothpaste, writing material, snack food, beverages, cigarettes, batteries, alcohol, and cameras—nonmilitary sales items).

Which is why Bipartisan border wars funding, in The U.S. in América, is tied to Prime Minister Netanyahu and his racist IDF munitions rations at Class VI (literally 🇮🇱 drunk with power).