Previously on, Alejandro González Iñárritu can lick on my Cat Soup Paletas ✊🏼
Samuel Cook’s Drive-Inn
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Across the border, El Doctor Simi awaits a new shipment of The Morning After … Pill☢️… reality sets in and “abortion” is a word that is relegated back to the dark ages and Öüï shall KNOT speak of it.
Musical guest: A cover of Kate’s Bush.
Nuttin' but MEAT Puppets Ted Cruz is going to "tar and feather" women who cross over to Monterrey to seek an abortion, unless they agree to carry a weapon into Sweet Home Tamaulipas… in The Plateau. pic.twitter.com/RlU0zGjWNt
… Congratulations to the 45th President of The United States of America for his victory today, your cult just got stronger. But you know what, Oli and some other skinny bastard (at The Johnny Hallyday Plaza) are going to perform more introspective shows, apparently they became French Paratroopers in Bulgaria, and then, after that—after party— you are going down, Donald Trump.
You, Sir, of all Chucos Postizos knows that … hold for ✊🏼, vato.
Frenchie: A hamburger with a donut for a bun? There really is no God here… (What’s next, ketchup on a sucker?)
— And, Willie Geist… Beto is what Emmanuel is to Congressman Scarborough, so be it. Ted is Le Pen… by the way is that French Blue you’re wearing? It’s fashion week in PARIS, so your shoes better be in tone.
Ohhh, Donna… please relay to Beto that if he is going to go with sneakers to not make the mistake of that Ross guy on the msnbc’s, you have to wear SOXs with BASKETS, otherwhise your feet are going to get TOE jams and they will smell like cheese.
One fox in Rome leads to a New York Minute ⏱️⌛ -_+ Time of the Signs… The French call it a Carte Blanche
If this is your first fashion rodeo in Paris, perhaps you have noticed how the average bistro-sittin’, small coffee-sippin’, pastry filled-with-hazelnut chocolate eating French, will not hesitate to give a cigarette out to any given person on the streets, there’s a reason for it…
_but this blog ain’t adequate enough to explain it to the Tenure-track professors of the academic intelligentsia at the IHESS orits mother ship, located somewhere inside of the bowels of La bendita Sorbona.
Pardon, Mí, mister O’Donnell, do you have any Grey Poupon®️? Eye has the 🧾 ask Stephanie Ruhle, she’s our undisputed foxi champion of The Webs.
Lady-like delivery, you should be an ambassador.
Page 120 (slash) 121: Of Terrorism in the Arts
Ángel Rama y Los Amigos Invisibles*
Techo d’esto… told y’all that I was going to Squeeze a Whale. The following is a Public Service Announcement. If you are going to use the Bpi please be advised that the LOO 🚽 is under repair (again), plan accordingly. Also, starting next week all Derelict-es-ese must enter the Bpi through the Place Georges Pompidou, it’s a scheme concocted by The Paris Tourism Board in order to fool Spy Satellites into thinking that the line outside is for the Art section of The Building. memo 📝 to the Library gods, in the form of a Kézako: … nothing out of the ordinary, but why is it, that out of 40 computers only n⁰ 14 and n⁰ 15 have the headphone jack installed?… the new keyboards are Magnificent, notwithstanding.
“A monkey plan for a baseball game,” according to Joyce Vance on the Jan. 6 Awards, on MSNBC… Eye wonders where she got that lead from? Probably from Pitorreal.
AVEC un MILLION Á LA MORT TAILLEUR TÉL. 42°20°97
… ¿Siempre?
Yale University and Arbusto Museum of Fine Arts.
Negocio Próspero
Snapshot of Black Humor
1963 — Venezuela
Meanwhile at the ta’Güeno Corral, it’s Bannzzaaiii aïe.
WaWa Wars… followed by “the Flava’s” on your FANTA Nilhs!
Across the street, on The Peacock Society, the Poles are talking and the ‘proud boys’ on Fox Props are trying to convince Tulsi Gabbard that her seXy-Evil ass is a Hawaiian Donkey and not an Hilo Republican.
Unicornio Azul.
And, RNC Steele, da’Fuck is ‘virtual signaling?
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The Ubalde Tourism Board unanimously voted to move the man responsible for children being murdered at Robb’s Place, over to the Watersports Department, where Mr. PEDROArredondo is slotted to take over the LifeGuard’s department.
Text with Payne in a stupid suit, tailor-made for Hershey’s Walker.
INVERTED UTOPIAS
Any moment now, a hip Parisian gas station is about to blow up… fire departments in all arrondisements are on alert and for good reason, Zoolanders are all over town. Aussie, Öüï picks up a scoop that MODESTO, the lone Mexican giraffe that recently passed away, left behind a Wife and Calf à BEAUVAL-de-Briezesinski.
After the break is JaNice and her mood rings. And over in I–RAN a Flock of Seagulls just melted out of the sky there, where the temperature 🌡️ is hotter than Death Valley, CA….
I don’t think that word on your Jersey means what you think it means, Mr. Moses.
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Bark at The Moooooon, Bannzzaiį, after the Hawaiian time shift for our Wednesday (Slash) Jueves coverage, Öüï Ketch’-es up with the Tarahumara Narco League where The Tchüekos del Portillo got to “church on time” and put two Padres de Cerocahui down witn a runner on Third.
Check please
M stands for, me LA pe LA—n… You Saw It Here First.
Version Monty Alexander.
And, BannZzAaY chica… Did Eye ever told you how Iris loves ya’, but you got’s to watch out for them Sunshine laws in Georgia… just say’n
In The City, City of Sunshine… —Jazz can lick my avocados… We’re Open, Aussie.
Eye swear, if I didn’t have to see what’s for dinner—Eye’d nevah— would have seen how Maddona and Bon Jovi went about it, it would be nuttin’ if I knew how to Jive, … motherfuckers.
Sponsored by Phal Industries… You’re Such a fag you don’t need to go to SciencesPo. Fashion Week follows.
But FO’ist!!!
CSPAN… when all of your morning shows are on, C-SPAN is conducting the BDSM* sessions with the callers of a place called, America.
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Gonna take a shower now, and maybe, just maybe! Squeeze out a whale… ‘member now, Jonah is not a fucking Algerian on this blog, JOnah is customer at Monoprix®️.
Laugh about, IT.
Talk about, IT.
… and then go fuck Youssef !
Warning ⚠️ Slippery 🩸 When 🩸 Wet 🩸…
Musiques des films qu’il faut avoir vu avantaprès 14 ans, in Allegretto en Las Alturas, Municipio de Cerocahui en La Sierra Tarahumara.
Trou 🕳️ story, ask Musicopolice… the only france musique disc jock who can play rock and roll:
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For the record ⏺️
… Víctor Quintana Silveyra (2013–2014 IHEAL / morena-francia‘sgodfather, —literally, not philosophical, despite his PhD*) once asked of his Sorbonne Annex students what all of the information that they (Masters-level courses, o algo así) compiled from social media was for? What good, the professor asked, was scrolling and scrolling through the internet in the end?
Cat Soup… Get it?
Response:
If the good Profe could see U.S. now, and if Eye could recreate that sticky early-evening class setting, Öüï would tell him that all that scrolling is the Harmony in la pianola, après Le MIDI®️
Full disclosure:
… at the time, I only scrolled the interwebs for porn, on CSPN, of course, and occasionally on the Buzzfeed.
Living on a prayer now with Mariachis and Low Riders, verda’ d’Dios Que Sí. A Huevo Que Sí³.
³~. A huevo que sí 🇲🇽 = 🇫🇷 bien Sur
Behold! Yo soy del mero Chihuahua y Yo Quiero Taco Bell.
Sources close to Las Dunas de Samalayuca y El Rancho “Los Dos Cachorros” relay that over at Taco Bell Central (The Great Sovereign State of Chihuahua en Las Galaxias) the body count for the month of June just topped 60 souls, and in the following section, our Brad Pitt puerto riqueño, FENSTER the Copy Editor, will figure out just how many GRAMS, collectively they weight.
Ladies in Gímenez… JESUSITA en Chihuahua no es JESUITA, and she fucking hates YODA!
Mientras tanto, allá en la Diocèses de Molière, Colbert was breaking the rules of The Temple. Trou 🕳️ to form, Colbert sent his sicarios to pound on the doors. May God help us all and bay bee 🐝 Jesús keep U.S. on his baby 🐥 prayers.
Living on a prayer and Taco Bell. -_- 🎶🎸 We’ll Give It A Shot!