The Biggest Little Bee on The Face of the Earth

The Wallace Bee.

And then Ari Melver went:
— Nice moño.

And the Young American* observed:
— It’s not a moño, it’s a Kentucky ghetto bow tie.

Dear Ari Melber: did you just call that dog** a bitch? But more to the point, did you know that:

… once you make a mark, you make a threat to society? (that’s thing one).

anyway, POWER without CIVICS is a (insert immigrant business plan)  liquor store on ANYGIVEN SUNDAY, on any MLK Jr. Blvd.

And Ari Melver gulps:
— What’s the difference?

The difference, Ari, if that is your real name, is that the “cup” prop is a Sam Stein ‘schtick‘, but for the sake of the challenge, we’ll do the plus–es on the Cuervo wearing the GAP.

And the Young American explains:
—It’s very simple and Kosher, mine is a necklace, but if a Dyke would wear it, then this accessory becomes a Chain. In other words, Ari, the Chain/Necklace regalia involves issues of Gender Dynamics, and por pura puta consequencíami negro– it also involves Power, and if it’s Kosher to call cunts, bitches, then what’s the harm in calling anygiven nigga’s**** Element neck-wear, a motherfucking chain‽

Now Thing TWO:

When you ask your top dawg on the panel how many “necklaces” he is sporting, and you, Ari Melver count, “one? Two? —four‽”, thereby skipping the motherfucking three, you sir, are leading the Witness into a basic motherfucking perimeter; es decir, Ari, a Basic motherfucking Square. Cattle! Cattle is rounded-up into a basic square with a motherfucking fence.

Fragmented footnotes and a preliminary re-adjusted perpective on Credit, Debt, and a fucking Ferrari.

1. To process the Young Americans reference, please assume that you know the difference between a nigga with a Cadillac, and a nigga with a BOWIE knife.

dot, dot, dot:

But, Sir, have you seen this version of “the movie”, yet?:D7DCB9EB-60E4-40FF-9975-97C837ED45E2

and another thing, Drum Boy.

Please relay to Mr. Chido,  if that is his real name, that the good thing about this most inconsequential blog is that  Stephen Colbert does not read it, and that Öüï [the staff] started a Watch company. But, and its a big but, because öüï ain’t into no infra-red hidden camera porno, and/or Schitt like that… Scooby-Doo porn parody’s ?  You betcha.

Additionally, Öüï, the motherfunking staff, don’t appreciate unwilling organ-donor jokes about waking up in a poll of blood, on account of a dog (named Karl) that manifested next to only Önë, ÜNÖ Nada más, Drum Boy, of our GAZILLIONS of “lounging” spots where Öüï might hang around, Across The Universe.

Ahora bien, Drum Boy, con respecto a los Broke-ass NIKE™️ that “Dissolved” near, or about the Three-point “line”. We fucking ride on Michelin’s. The Bridge… stones are for no brainers: FEED MÍ, Michelin Guide!. Or, hire this gunn.

How do Ewe like them Apples from my Caravan, Jon?

PHRN 101
A case study into Cousin Joe’s noggin shape.
Instructor: Bud Costello
Assistant: Georges Guingouin
Location: Limousin, France.


∴ Limousinants » follow, and Political Animals gather.

Lou Abbott dreamt that he was a Beatle in Johnny Lyndon’s pre-P.U.N.K. rock and roll E.N.S.A.M.B.L.E.

But first, Sam Stein is so U.G.L.Y.?

[And the line of Comedy S.O.U.P. ticket holders* corean, How ugly is he?

*The comedy S.O.U.P. goers wait patiently outside of the Ed Sullivan Theater’s back alley like sheep on a snowstorm, anyway Donnie Deutsh, the props for Stephen Colbert commercials [Laugh Track goes here] are transported (through synapses) to the time when they would recite (or say) the times tables together, right before the Nuclear Holocaust exercise drills, which were triggered every time that an Arsenal–Holding and, “well regulated militia member” felt like using Military nodes to to launch the next civil war.

NOTE FOR BRONTIS à la Préfecture:

In a strange turn of fate, and almost immediately after you confiscated my First Renovation for my French–issued VISA, San Bernardino, California,, started to turn into a place where NOTHING used to HAPPEN; you know, Like in México right before el Ünö de diciembre del último año del peña-nietismo institucionalizado, o como diría JOHN MILL ACKERMAN: una pinche república bananera en Santa Barbara. Önë year later, nomás porque el pinche destino es así de PUTIN, el Dr. Ackerman andaría junto con su mujer arriando animalitos para Andrés Manuel López Obrador en San BRDO.

NOW, Brontis,THIS IS WHY IT matters…

However, Marianne, it won’t be possible to unroll those clusters until the next defragmentation of this novella. Ask Monsieur Brontis, why? He should remember the Chorus Line, which took place before the S.O.U.L. K.I.T.C.H.E.N. guiónes were even drawn on a spent napkin: Uso Justo de los Teen Tops:

Right now, Marianne, there is a more pressing issue developing –yet, again. Right now, Öüï need to figure out what to do with Sam Stein’s ugly m.u.g… so we’ll see you Monday, and no, Marianne, Eye won’t forget the Meatloaf; Eye would rather serve yo Texas Style Brisket, but then, ‘Pedos de Algodón de carnaval” podría pensar que el staff le está mandando flores.

But before ÖÜÏ switch it over to Dr. Bud Costello, we’d like to “opine” about Drum Boy’s « broke-ass ” sounding Crash. Maaaaan! That’s why güi went back all the way back to the 100 hr. War, to show Stephen, the way that a self-respecting StarLord lover, like him, is supposed to kick someone when s/he are down; it’s GOOD TRAINING and it happens right before the “Kangaroo lady (from the Wild Turkey farms” scream, which starts the mismísimo Riot Act.

You know the thing about Venezuela and Nicaragua is?:9E171D86-4209-4C4B-83D1-C3149A4D4246… RON Bacardi; however, nowadays Eye believe the kids of Maduro are stealing Vodka. ÖÜÏ don’t drink Potato(es).

“Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch,,,\* »

Hey–Hey ÖÜÏr’d da SIMIANS
as re-hashed by:
Rebarb McEntire and remain Human.

Here’s your Önë chance fancy:9DC62AE6-2D72-4361-A55F-78EDDEAD8148

When a talking monkee loses its phantasmagoric tail, Chaango is allowed to jam in the big Great Gig in the Sky.

However, if that talking monkee, sang for the “700 Club” and/or the Bakers or worst,
the Stewarts, then s/he goes to the big Walmart in the electronics aisle.

And Sebastian Bach responds:
Wanna see what Eye see on a Saturday Night?

Go Ahead, Lorne: Take it Down and bury SKID ROW in Chris Matthews NBC vault.

Let’s do the “math”:
7 + 7; 14
1 + 4; 5

AND FRANK 🖤 dot, dot, dot:

And 🖤 goes:
— If man is DAVID LETTERMAN’s favorite number; then that number must be?

And Armando Álvarez, goes:
—What is: Nhumero Zink.o.

TimeStamp: Telegram Sam, how d’ya LIKE MY TWANG now, Said Django Bass Jake.

Le début de el beguine, starring Rosanne Barr

Sam Stein is so ugly that?

MOS (Def):66BCB689-410F-409A-9645-1161688F3D09 }-~-~\,,,\*>  Staff Sergeant Wallace; military occupational speciality 66B, Public Health nurse. SSG Wallace is co-funder of “the” Know–Your–Hot_Lips~Value sorority house.

dot, dot, dot:
his shadow wears a mask.

YUP. (Ewe are being programmed by the cute “little” aqua blue that you are seeing everywhere!!!)

Let’s play Rage Hardball:9474609E-D0CA-45EF-86F5-1AC775F3B743

SAM stein is so ugly?

—Yes sir, mr. Mason. InddeD, Sam Stein is very ugly; why that motherfucking Beast is so ugly, that:

The Mask:EEFD6826-6819-49EB-99AE-9B8D46EF645F… this is his mask! Good god, Sam Stein! You are one ugly pundit.

Sam Stein está tan, pero TAN feo, que TIN?

—Tan (river) dice que ni en Vietnam lo quieren ver.

… now (girl) push that barn door real good.

[And Brï-Güaï goes]:

—”Push it real good.” And do it like when you cook for the staff, at the office, barefooted.

Dear, Cousin Joe: Eye knew your NEWS line-up, since like Yestour_day

Febrero 21, 2019 a.o. (after obama… in Young Americans years).

Whose on Vest?:12CCF9CF-FCE1-4D5C-B00D-8F8B403D5C5B… Costello called it Quits!… and Marie Claire à Babylon ii goes: KARL and that’s all that Eye am allowed to say. —•_!_•— This draft is brought to you by Wall St. English: Chop for words at Wall St. English, or visit our Call-in center front in Tijuana, just ask the barfly for INGLÉS SIN barreras.


Phenomenological Semiotics
Design 101 to the power of Three.

Actual Time Stamp for Ms. Jordan:F9E97D9A-FCA9-433A-81DE-70F638CA6A70 •_!_• Actual Time Stamp for the avove THE PLAN snapshot, for the bleeding of the first responders fund (of 9-11) was captured in the middle of a Damas Chinas duel between manazO and Beetlejuice; actual address is  33 ve. George V, 75 Hundred Paris.

—Three, Two!!! Come on motherfucker, “get Ready,” said Sinatra.

Flat Broke in the Key of C Sharp:1B7F98E1-2AD0-45C9-B6AA-2282E0D98CD4 — Dear, John Oliver… Eye ain’t a military wife, for either your staff, nor Stephen’s Elf Krew.

Source for “J’allais vous dire…”:
Journal apocryphe d’un Président.
Philippe Barret.
Editions de “les lattès”, o algo así.