The following Saturday Night (in CET) presentation arrives on a Thursday and not on Sunday Morning on account of Tuesday’s Knight (some fucking OBM bloke) at The Bowery who could not wait to Open the show until Dooms They, Doyle. ‘Till Doomsday!
No matter what happens kid, Ewe Must Remember This:
Say there, Marjolena… got the time?
Oye no hubo ydnaR namweN en El Ey, ese.
The Pearl is Your Oyster, Janis… and we’ll always have Paris, “So Why Don’t You Love Mí, Anyway?”
Where Eagles Dare… a Penny for your SCARF, and a Nickel for your cup.
Eagle Wevos de Hitler’s House 🪺. Eye Ain’t No Gaddamn Son-of-A-Bitch.
In local news, New Yorkers rejoice at the $25 per dozen price of eggs at La Bodega, which is the equivalent of “La Grocery” en California. Secretary of State³ Pete Hegseth, speaking from Berchtesgaden, Germany, explained to the world del Mundo de Le Figaro that the hike in eggs price in the U.S. comes on account that the eggs are EAGLES eggs, and those motherfuckers are hard to FETCH 🦴.
³~. Sorry if I, Armando Segovia, forgot what fucking department in the Geometry of the plan, Donald Trump put you on. And Steve dOOcy, Judge Pirro* will like it too!
*~. That’s Italian for PERRO or AMORE, can’t remember right now, I forgot my Napolitano in Toulouse at Carmen’s lupanar.