Tercera Caída: it‘s here.
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For referente en el residente:
… what says you Marianne?
Eye knows, Eye knows that there is a 7-day difference between the 22nd and the 29th, but if you go by them numbers there, then you my dear Marianne [or the judge that the System appoints] must note Aussi, that today’s equinox is not in-synch with the the normal Autumn equinox, which normally falls on the 21st.
D.A.T. D.A.R.E. is a whole THEY DIFFERENCE, and off–course, as every SIRENE in ACT number 53 knows, a Seven–Day–Difference in the eyes of “Lucy” ain’t nothing but a god-damned Day, so pay no attention to All That —other— Jazz.
Consuelo Velázquez – en FrancEspanGlish .:. C146E5C0-96AD-46DB-8035-B7C5816DED64
For the record, the hearing started at 09h40’ish in CET. A decision, I was told, would be delivered in 15 days (we assume working days) via La Poste. Now, about los “por menores” of that particular audience, in and of itself, will have to be put in the back burner until that dang-on veredicto arrives to La rue des Bourdonnais… in Tennessee, off-course, because all my excess lives in Paris—Texas.
One thing is fo’Sure, Moses Boyd, as a stranger in this land and, —¡por si faltara más¡ Alishia Joy— taking it all in from the “little kids” table where little ol’Eye was assigned to seat since arriving to France in 2011 we can relay to y’all that French law is perfectly inverse to what that Michelin fellow writes about on his little fucking guide…
Em#pero… DON’T LET MÍ BEE MISS UNDER STUD.
Öüï is not saying that them two French stereotypes (it’s the correct modulator to use here) food and the law are bad, believe u.s… when a guy (or femina) can tell you which kind of foods are good for the taking from a superstore trash can, you can be for certain that Anthony “fucking” Bourdain or, D.A.R.E. Eye say, that Bocuse fellow from the other Tire Selling magazine, The Metzinger List, wished —on their best menus— that they had the ‘sazón’ que Rato–Tú–et-Jill les ofreció aquí:
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Goooooood MORNING, Brian Williams!
[Hilo, Hawaii intercontinental Almost Live divide update for 23/09/2020 in CET goes here].
We begin the transmission before our long-awaited hearing, at the aforementioned tribunal, with Sean Penn, in•deed and this is why:
if you have knot been keeping count, like all of the non-readers of this most non–consequential blog, the following might not make sense to you, but seriously, “who gave this son of a bitch a titre de séjour‽”
i, armando segovia/armando serrano prieto, can assure y’all, that if you could read the looks of many French clerks at the Paris Préfecture —o mismo— don Alejandro González Iñárritu, leer los rostros del heroico personal del Servicio Exterior Mexicano y su comparsa (de la Embajada de México en París, no la suya) en el Instituto de Estudios Superiores sobre América latina, you could most certainly decipher the persona-non-grata enfado in their eyes.
Anygüey, it’s about a Quarter to midnight in New York, New York, and Jason Johnson just got cocky with The BriWi… again, if you are knot Rooted* in the dinámica of this blog you could most certainly bee forgiven.
And in California, Governor Newsom is doing more for Mexican immigrants than the government that they help support in Chapultepec.
