*

Post Puns with Willie Geist:75192A8A-DEE0-43BF-9C53-DC62717F3F6A —”__€ Eddie Gloud guest stars.

— Who da’Fuck is We?

Asks, Sinatra.

and The Black Crows go:

Another clear trespass on the Civil Liberties of Ladybugs in KASHMIR:225B0926-B814-45D5-9231-DF477141A9B2 •~• MOROCCAN Ketchup. How do you sat Tomate en R O M A?

“What’s the Use of Anything
Leave me Alone,
Mrs. Washington”.

Day 30, 2011 — It’s High Noon at the Tarmac with Jon Stewart

Inside of Jon’s Watch, however, las putas locas are still pointing to the hours before all’Dis motherfucking Circus with Donald J. Trump and, his personal “Jésus”, Vladimir Putin, became an “app” on John Heilemann’s (and others*****) “KetchuP” detail.

El gallito inglés:1826a455-dfdf-4175-b1ea-1cb843bd7b07

others*****… Mark Halperin, who’s now living inside of André The Giant’s miniature genie’s Water Tower (which doubles as DRUM BOY’s black coffee percolator KP Duty, at The Ed Sullivan Theater—of course) where the Colbert Report meets The Daily Show.

That is a High Hat with a Low Wood Block (Not Ivory, Paul) crashing on an Open Triangle :d49484a3-b4ca-4ad9-8a5c-37c5d4fea000… Would Ewe like « Black Coffée,” with that plug, Cousin Joe?

Willie Geist has all of the Swim and Birthday Suits details, from the AXIOS formas, que también, Cousin Joe, son FOND@S para tu FORMAT — …can you please  re-interpret that for the people at Sciences Po, mr. Compagnon… with S.V.P. on top, dijo The Young Lieutenant, Paul Harvey.


INTERMISSION

Cock Gobbler:8132dee9-7972-4c0a-b3a0-2256156719cc… cock-ah-DOODLE-doo, Sir, Nice tie.

Hoy

No

Hubo

Jazz.

Earlier in the transmission:603f2776-79d3-4881-8daf-03926c1e7ec2 ••• A plug for Tortillas and Honey Nut Milka  with Cheerios, and of course: KATTY KAY. ••• Apparently, the folks at AXIOS are fucking color blind. According to this centerfold, the background on his Honey Combs are candid and brighter than white… right.


Anuncio: Border Wall Entertainement Solutions
Prospective Client: The White House
Domicilio: CONOCIDO.
Pitch: black, of course.
MEDIA: Center (fold) Page, the intern at
El WaPo.

SEÑORA…
Is your irrational fear of running out of room for that “border wall” keeping you up all night?

Öüï have the perfect compromise. Check it out:

Stock Photo Sponsored by StarBucks:ab3ce100-6431-4d5c-a6a7-4cca2e1ede40 … Source: FACEBOOK, it’s an OPEN TRIANGLE.

The kids will love it!


The following is a PSA on tortilla prices at the Cheerios®️ Grocery for tiny manitas de
Tyranosaurus Rex-es-es, Mr. BRONTIS á La Préfecture.

AND at least ONE RÉCÉPISSÉ… A funny Jerk happened on the Way to Cité:5a2b4644-c092-474d-b6c1-da2148fa51d3

(Ewe had to have been there
to get this Renegado M.C. reference, Junior).


This plug on Mika and Joe is sponsored by Nescafé. Nescafé, the stuff General Gaddafi used on the Stones and their fanzine base…

And no, Sirens. No Öüï CAN’T bee Kool Moe Dee, but Öüï know that the Freaks break things at Night. TimeStamp: Trombone and Paper Clips at Fip Central Time 19:20.

Dear, Mika Brzezinski de Scarbourough,

Here’s your double-shot.
Just exactly what sort of “empowering” answer were you expecting from the Ronald Reagan candidate this morning on Your Husband’s Show?

Oh the monogamy … The Mahogany!!! Not the monogamy on the AXIOS book shelves; MAHOGANY:389ac8fc-4389-4f1c-9cd2-25c8810e5842

A stupid Mike Barnicle, gutsy, however LowBall answer to the price on Cereal? Which if you think about it, and considering that his significant other Runs a motherfucking bank “OF AMERICA, » no less, one has to wonder, why would Mike Barnicle bee going around morning shows with the latest quote on Tortilla News; Right, International New York Times!?

Who does the shopping in your house, Mike? Siri, Alexa, La Sirvienta de R O M A.???

TO WHICH WE armando segovia / armando serrano–prieto say to Brontis á La Prefecture:

Can, you, MARIANNE, understand the importance of John Goodman and his musical monologue chairs, now?… o te lo desartículo para los Amigos de México en France (ProMéxico).

momentito:e6e03cdd-df57-4a7c-8af7-b6805676c15c

It’s important because by the time the Spotlight is pointing at Things We Said Before, all of our references, all of our NOTES; all of this and more, Marianita, are on the three burners cooking the big Fucking dish that i always told you that it needed to be seasoned in Your BackYard: Mexico Sq∴

And still to come [Pariente] on The Circus:

The App

Next on the Kung-Fu channel:9bc12e80-19c4-4b13-a6cf-09dc43a2dc99

Boom! He’s not even on the runGüey, yet. Let’s see this Landing on the Bronx, and then; and only then, said an an educated semi-colón on Mika’s early morning tumbona premier, with The Guy who split tails on the Mermaids, —we’ll check the motherfucking Circus App.

And Cousin Joe vented his Venti Venti:
—”Are Ewe not Entertained!!!”

And, Bufford T. Justice went to Alice:
—Tooooooooo Da’Moon, Alice!
To the Moon!

And Alice replied:
—To The Who, Keith?

And the Drunk on Da’ Wall at Rockridge goes:
—No, dang-on it Alice, just stare at Yoko’s ass. Ewe Loon.

The Man on the Moon:b04cc332-908f-431a-b931-31377e2550e2… Edison was RIGHT (along with the Gaumonts and the what’s their faces namesakes, in Stealing Géorges crazy propositions for the big Screen: hence, COPYRIGHT; now go home, and copy Yoko’s Ass.

Coming this Mx—Más:

The Drunk on Da’Wall at Rockridge, starring Georges Méliès, and narrated by Brian Williams on a Special “Rapid Fire” engagement for the Mornin’ Joe pusher at way too early on MSNBC.

Y ahora, a word from Jon Stewart — Let’s land this bitch, shall Öüï.

Day 29 of 2019.

TimeStamp__JumpUndertones:35676ecd-655d-4e19-85b1-0c59e6493ec8

I remember that a very Cold Front was already in progress. Fast forward to today’s news and France just invented the Arab Spring.

On tonight’s Menu:306ecu095-ad6b-485c-8e48-cba60aa40cf7… OMELETTE COQUILETTES; Ouef entier, lait ecreme RECONSTITUE, sel, ACIDifanTa, E330, coquillettes; One Each. |  Liberty Angel by: sepa la verga, it’s Street Art. My Gallery.

Hey, CHAYOTE MAYOR* ENCONTRE LAS MANGAS DEL CHALECO!!! Heck, Carlos Puig, even Nancy Pelosi wore a bold yellow and blue blason to signal Donald Trump’s “Impeachement Open Season”.

https://www.jornada.com.mx/ultimas/2019/01/06/expresiones-jornaleras-y-antimigrantes-esperan-a-amlo-en-tijuana-1140.html

Context on this SnapShot follows:385e0113-c795-4ea4-a004-5a4d34288d26… a funny thing happened on the Log of La Mairie du 4eme…

*Joaquín López–Doriga

Sure, the “Facebook” and “Social Media” revolutions morphed into several social movements that by the time 2013 rolled around, the “Spring” reverberations of what used to be Cartagena, spawned into a series of protest that almost took down the “One Percenters” in Wall Street.

Los postes diarios:69e7c846-9f65-4287-a180-49462929dfbc •-_!_—• Of course, Sirens, the visual took place  güey–way before Yuri Buenaventura joined the ranks of Emmanuel en Televisa, y más precisamente, para aquél Festival Internacional Chihuahua (se me olvido la edición). •—_¡_-•  Jon Stewart appears courtesy of The Colbert report, and of course: Canal +.

As of Sunday, the color yellow was still the current reference with which to tag the current History of discontent or, insatisfaction, as France Culture would put it French, just like “Los Indignadoux de Mai of ’68” did in the Olympics of Tlatelolco in chilangolandia, en un OCTUBRE que por supuesto, —tenía que ser.

Left or Right, if things must break and heads must roll, you can count on the Tour de France and the Michelin Guide to add that “seal of approval”, the motif that relays: When in Rome, do as the French. Except of course in Venezuela. En Venezuela no pasa NADA.

MeanWhile in Egypt:

In Egypt hoy no hubo Jazz
In Egypt nobody walks like an Egyptian
In Egypt everybody walks
just like people do
in
El Ey.

It’s Four o’Clock in Central NATO Times.
And the Soviets are celebrating the Olympics at Le Theater de La Villa casi esquina con El Pompidou de Beaubourg.


Twelve hours later, in New York we reach the 11th Hour, hey Brian Williams: What’s up, —motherfucker! Check it out, at Chatelet Square the Soviets are conducting a “thought” experiment in Quantum Physics or Gypsy Trapeze–es–es–eses, and the Siren is wearing “Blue Velvet… softer than Satin, or some fabric like that.

The Eleventh Hour with Velveeta:6a611df8-978b-4318-af15-c14eb75da9b7 }–-—~~~,,,\*> Meanwhile in Queens, N.Y., Jon Stewart is shooting a French Movie and, Representative Ocasio-Cortez is on the correct Tarmac*, because even if the Electoral College had opted to not give Donald Trump the keys to the Executive Oval doll house, the price of U.S. postage would still NEED to go up. It’s The Amazon effect, stupid, and a Lear Jet on it’s WAY to do a show at The Plaza in El Chuco, say Hello to Dr. Pineda, Bill.

And we now Switch it over to Armando Serrano-Prieto; he just turned 10 years old. And Marianne, you can take that Log to the (food) Bank.

C–Span 101. Pop quiz: We are ALL “pelusas”… elaborate

So, Cousin Joe, before we switch it over to the C–Span’s, I, Armando Segovia, also known by The Préfecture de Police à Cité (75004) by the Mexican Nomenclature of ARMANDO SERRANO-PRIETO, would like to put a little *ASTErisk on your comment about last night’s “Big Meal” before doing the Shut–Eye, which was followed by that dumb country lawyer “told You so” momentary stare of yours. Cousin Joe, PLEASE BE ADVISED, that the very “special” delivery that was sacrificed on the way to our little den at the Forum’s Underground took at least 24 hours to sucummb to whatever was injected into his or hers (not sure what the gender of the little baby rat was… I, Armando Segovia, only took care of the funeral arrangements, “that is to say, EWE know,” that I only placed the little dead motherfuking mouse inside of a decent casket (a Pringles™️ tube) before that specimen went into the McDo Bye–bye bin.

Out of respect to the little animal, no picture-registering was allowed at the scene del Siniestro… but Boy–oh_BO¥, did you know that it was the Very French, who went ahead and installed surveillance at every entrance to The Kids in The Hall, y’all.

NO LOS CREÍA TAN COBARDES
Kool–EROS sí.
Cobardes no los creía, culeros.

P.S. about the Danglin’ Participle in this REALITY journalism ACT:
Picture this, the syringe was still stuck to one of it’s little pink paws; a paw that was probably bigger than both of Donald Trump’s tiny hands.


Now, about that “Pelusa®️™️©️” ensayo:

Dear, “GlasiRat’s” y “La Machy”… if those are your REAL usernames, Eye disagree with both of you, o como dicen los muy francece–ce–ces—ese en Vera(puta)Cruz: los dos están pendejos y malos del Yo-Yo.

And here’s exhibit ONE:

EyE ObJect:_f8db089a-b0fe-4dfb-a3df-9c1acbcc7389
•-_!_-• Por ejemplo, Raquelito:
DONNIE Deutsch might be a “Pelusa de La Quinta, en Nueva Yo’l”, pero Donnie no es pelusa de Quinta.

I.  What a PELUSA, is not.

By Armando Segovia de los Serrano y Prieto (SDF—Global) — Mexican Jazzglish, con trocitos de Francés, salpicadas de Portugués, y por supuesto,  Sirens, Castellano.

Argument:

Tacos de Noruega7643715c-8267-4d74-af2e-9b18e188d4a5

HOY NO HUBO JAZZ

II
Los dueños de la Hacienda Miranda
bien pudieron seguir considerando
a Tomás Arroyo otra simple pelusa insurrecta desde sus cómodas asociaciones de Ley en Francia,
pero El General Arroyo no era ninguna pelusa.
p 34 Gringo Viejo…

Exhibit B:

[At this moment —that is to say, Ewe know, Tune–in— to hear a “Dumb Country lawyer” in the voice of Joe Scarbourough shouting Eye—SAY, Eye–Say Eye du “Ob_Ject'”, Monsieur Le President of the Court!].

Then Joe looks up and sees Mr. Sanford without his Son:9b89a8fa-5a47-429d-9085-8e47902ea911

—ZAT, you REDD FOXX!?

Wicked and kicking:t9b24e7e9-9c33-4a11-9601-0782d6d9262d

II.b
Docket 2400 Fourteenth Street
Washingtoh, D.C.; sin código.

La mirada de Harriet  Winslow, [triunfolento para los del Laboratorio en dónde ella  “laburaba », según un boludo en la portería del equipo de Los Miranda] encontró la de Tomás  Arroyo cuando el general entró  MARCANDO al salón de baile (Versailles de Chihahuita) con un fuete en la mano.

ARGUMEDO

La educadora gringa reúne los prejuicios presentes en  individuos elevados en el llamado mundo civilizado en dónde los sistemas educativos curtén a los pupilos para actuar ante equís situación de acuerdo a las costumbres but most important, the Way of Life structured by the triunfoLentos that built R O M A in different epochs, not in ONE MOTHERFUCKING DAY.


Pass Interference and Stolen Base at the BOTTOM of the First Down of the midnight hour in Central NATO Times; en Nueva Yol’l son las Seis de La Tarde, and Heidi, please relay to the Purple Pundit that you have been authorized to wear The Color Purple whenever you want. Furthermore, for the forepage, if challenged by Oprah, or Mrs. Goldberg about the wearing of that garb, tell them that “Field Marshal Carlin” signed–off on this general order in accordance to the guidelines and protocols of AR 670–1 change 00110011.

H:20e7b16a-8df5-4a8e-a0a4-16b5633aa23f

PS. please relay to the elements who took the command decsion to light up all the pretty little Doll Houses in pretty pastel hues that the subliminal shots at “PUTUS 45” look Fucking Awesome. I will be sending an invoice for “concept consulting & ideas” shortly, in the mean time, while Donald Trump remains grounding air transportation for all kind of “pelusas,” at all kinds of airports (civilian or otherwise) do keep your squelch in position “On”.

Louie Prima and The Witnesses were there…

Smoke on The Water was supposed to follow, but the Cat’s à Cité wanted to play…

TimeStamp: 18:03 à Cité.   }—~~~\*>  Rock, Paper, Onions?

“The Dude Abides”.

… and The Army keeps rolling along.

Ladies in Gemeni
please keep your Squelch-on
a Yellow wave continues to
“Toss but no Sink”
a La Cité.

Sin Embargo, les vagues nos tienen
[al staff]
yendo d’aquíp’alla
y d’alláp’aca.

…en unos momentos regresamos con el último adios a George Herbert Walker Bush, and the rest of Last Week Today’s passing of the peace pipe and —of course— the talking stick en el Zócalo de López Obrador… perdón, el Presidente Constitucional de Los Estados Unidos Mexicanos, el Licenciado, Andrés Manuel López Obrador.

“Me canso ganso”
que mientras quede cuerda
we’ll spin The Top,
o como le dicen los franceceses
al tromp’o
une toupie espagnole

TimeStamp: Donovan’s Mello-Yello,
at Veinte después de las Seis en CET.

Stick around… really, y’all the Jazz Hour follows.

TimeStamp:19.00 hrs. CET

Relance: Last Call for papers. Una Comedia de Enredos

Swedish sirens, do it.

We [the staff] don’t select the mermaids, we just hear’em as they surface.

Dicho de otra manera, la única forma de dejar una huella de tiempo como prueba de que el evento se hace en vivo, mi querida Marianna, pues se hace por medio de tus medios públicos. Lo mismo se hace con, en ese mismo sentido, con el ganado de los msnbc, por poner un ejemplo.

Mira

If we [the staff], would carry with us the legal authority to StampMark each of one of the entries on this blog, we would most certainly DO IT.

We [the staff] would. It only takes one or three seconds to type, “TimeStamp: yada–yada_sinefeld,” but there’s no rush in that.

So instead we screen–grab the fip out of the Sirens, and Zig–Zag™️ the themes and references into a synchronized silent dialog with specific echos from the transcrips in each frame. Try Timing that in real time.

Anyhow.

For the record, and in the interest of being as transparent as possible, it’s the 23 hundred hours of the day. It’s 1 day, 17 hours, and 00 minutes until the countdown for the first Sunday in 2024 begins to grow into a memory with every click on that clock and, when the next president of Mexico will be furnished with a Report Card for his intrepid and populist attempt to transform the land of Tunas, o como les dicen los francececes al producto de la penca del nópal: hijo de la barbaridad Higo de la barbaridad; y no “hijo de la barbaridad”, porque eso es otra cosa y en ese guión todavía falta convencer a Salma Hayek para que se ponga las prendas de “la chingada”, o sea la verdadera Madre de todos los mexicanos, cuál trinche Virgen de Guadalupe ni que Ocho Cuartos.

Entonces pues, Salma, the following screen-grab contains an official notice from the Préfecture de Police in Paris, asking the writer[s] of this most inconsequential blog about the status of a Catch–22–like process that started with the proposition of gathering interviews and real–time news data about the Sexenio (six–year term in office) of the winner of the 2012 Mexican Election —and, this is a very important element of the story, — as viewed from abroad.

“Hay quienes ven esto como un Vaso medio Vacio, pero también hay quienes lo ven como un Vaso medio Lleno. Verlo así, es pensar, —joven”. El Heraldo de México.

Do you Marianne, know where Enrique Peña Nieto’s ( the winner of the 2012 election) expectations went, and especially with regards to the re-booting of The Year Of Mexico in France? Los Amigos de México en Francia, should… o mismo:

🎵 Sing it again. Let’s all get up and dance to a SON that was a hit before Your mother (Morena–Francia) was born… do Ewe recognize the lyrics? These might help: 🎺🎶 Ay–Ay ¡Ay— HAY!!! Canta y no llores, porque cantando se Alegra Cielito Lindo —“el pueblo bueno”.

 

 

Hey good looking…may Eye have this dance?

TimeStamp: Calexico en francés… 17h27 in Central Siren Time.

Hey… context follows, but given Steve Bannon’s expeditionary dreams, EWE’all might get the wrong idea of this most inconsequential post, eh…

Clint Eastwood follows… and he’s “got sunshine in a bag,” yeah—buddy, the Future is, is, is…

In plain sight and in Black and White

Fat Fuck is coming to town…  Sources say that Monsieur Jean Marie Le Pen has already booked a suite for this  propagandist at the Régina.

The beast arrival sources:

https://www.thedailybeast.com/inside-bannons-plan-to-hijack-europe-for-the-far-right

* Willie Nelson.