Previously on… “People who know,” know BDU’s”
We [the staff] had been given a Date for fingerprints; the they would fall after Independence Day on Lafayette Sq. Time (that’s FRENCH for the 5th of July) and that appointment was issued way before D.A.R.E. was even such AUSTRALIAN notion as “Lafayette Square”, (That’s WELSH for “did you see that D.C. Cop punch that focken Aussie in the face after trying to feed him his Government Issued riot shield through his focken Australian abdomen?) so keep that jive, Man; put it yo’pocket till’ Kanye WEST calls François Hollande to bee his running mate for 2020.
My Niggas in Paris… did ya’Say you wanted Magic, siréne?
Indeed, Tiffany, in•deed… as i (Armando Segovia/Armando Serrano Prieto) was heading down Fg. Saint Honoré back towards Washington St. after the shouting contest between a stupid American and a peace officer on Staff Duty at the Funés Police Satellite*, Eye noticed that Louis Vuitton is a focken brand thief. Eye mean, to see that flag (of Louis Vuitoon) wave dead smack in front of Washington St. with that stolen Valvoline “V” made me want to puke, and the nerve! The nerve, Elise Jordan, of inconspicuously coloring-in the Rachel Maddow colors over the French flag made me want to GAG.
* Of course, Tiffany, you must brush-up on your Castellano because you are supposed to relay the above in a Luis Funés voice, —not the Louis with the backwards French accent after the Fun on ès. And Tiffany, don’t you go leaving the spent tissues on A.M. Joy’s desk because Le Cardinal Bienve’illant get’s all hissy about #em.
Still to come… The Moon!
But FOist, we kindly go back in time to the Time when John Mill Ackerman and El Club del Cinito Mexicano en Paris went on the OPPOSITE direction from this OUTFIT below ⬇️ during the height of AWARENESS in Europe for the murdered students of Ayotzinapa (and some little league soccer players from Iguala) …