Halloween’s Eve, bitches… ISSY-Whoa-Oh, here comes the dead

… in local news, it’s National Sports They

Ironic saviour que mata perros.

 

… and Jacqueline Alemany, it’s just past a 1/4 after the 11th hour in CET, which means that it is just past midnight at Arlington National Cemetary [a place that no TRUMP will ever know] and Öüï is wondering just what a hell are Ewe going to dress-up as, Tokio Joe or perhaps the Invisible Femme?… you could, just go as a little French bitch.

Live from Châtelet :

… but you can keep your hat on

 

… Make Alemany Great Again

But first, back in Brasil…Paul McCartney is wondering how Bolsonaro’s kid made it to Mar-a-CAGO

 

… and mister TalaRico, Eye tú speaks from a biblical scope and, eschatologically speaking, that piece of shit has to go, Paxton really needs a Flush, baby.

Beggars Banquet (1968)

Beggars Banquet (1968) eat the rich edition.

… breaking in Paris, Texas, Ken Paxton will go all natural on tonight’s Halloween Party ; the son of a bitch will go as a Piece of Shit, yes he will 💩, period!