³~. She’s a limousine, so thought Emmanuel Macron. Just a regular limo, nothing like the “big beast” that the elected despot that mister Macron will m.e.a.t. on Monday rides on. So there’s no hurry, the driver can wait. J’aime Jaime thought Jupiter sitting in the back seat of BLACK 🖤 Lincoln-Continental… «mobilisé[s] derrière » les Hollandais Sans Dents de Ivry.
Wild Horse’s Rosbif on stand n°9.
Let Mí take Ewe, —down
Cus’ Eye’s going to
Cranberry rugs, nothing is S.O.U.R.
and nuttin’ to get M.U.S.K. about
Cranberry Rugs for Eva’
La haché es muda en la lengua madre de Macron
The president of the French Agriculteurs was stalled by who-knows-what and just as the king in Versaillaise rags 👑 the guest of honor made the Star Cow wait. Sadly, Oupette, the cow vedette for this year’s edition¹ was not the only “oupps” 🧏 from the mandataire’s retardation, far from it, the weeks of preparation that it took Mí to milk the sweet leche 🥛 out of la cabra 🐐 de Sonia, SE CUAJÓ (literalmente) into sour cream! Heck, Alicia Menendez, the only salvageable Bodily Fluid from Sonia’s cabra is the cranberry taste of her clam.
Cranberry Rugs Forever
Whatever Ewe does, Alicia Menendez (nice rug youse wearing to they for Landscaping), don’t let your Cabra dream of drinking coffee (yuck) because it sours (you guessed it!) Cabrera’s clam.
In this section of Patriotic History 101 for the new curriculum of pompous pompalamoosas of The American University in Paris the student will trace a prime tangent from “el copete de Ouppete” to the “quiff in Président Macron’s executive palm.
¹~. The first since last year’s riots in front of BFMTV at Issy-les-Moulineaux)