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Appendix i — Travaux Patrimoniaux
Cahier: El hallazgo del dinamismo circumflexado
en la troisiéme âge de un tal Voltaire.
Ícono: San Fulberto de la unidades de quemados
Ocasión: 1954, Los franceses inventan el I.V.A. para los franceses;
1970, Yoko Ono broke Sir Paul’s pussy and then, when the
other three members of the “Fab Four” were busy playing
grab-ass, the one only known as, “@therealpaulmaca” broke a fucking
glass. Yes he did. Indeed, he did; 2019, « Mazel Tov…
pero a l’envers » en Israel.
En París ya es domingo.
Ayer cumplió años Javier Solis
RESIDENTE de Puerto Rico.
In the afterlife, The King’s first gig was that of a supermarket meat-cutter, his favorite part of the day was hearing about all the stories that claimed that he was still alive and seen at a truck-stop or at a pastry shop, coincidentally during those years Elvis enjoyed sitting at his throne, during his cigarette and lunch breaks —of course— to read all about his tabloid legacy on the fine pages of the National Enquirer et. al…. Ewe Know: the original Fake News.
in Central Siren Time
As the years and technologies went by Elvis grew tired of the “clean-up on aisle one” announcements and the ever present ‘roll-back’ smiley faces of the new owners of the mom-and-pop supermarket that he was assigned to spend eternity at; a company by the name of Sam’s, or Walmart, or something like that arrived.
Still, even with all of the pull, and all of the power that being the King of motherfucking rock and roll might have afforded Elvis Aaron Presley, he still had to put up with all of the red-tape involved in permits, not to mention, the Rite of Passages involved in every trade.
For instance, Elvis original request to cut the strings from the supermarket industry was in the mid 1980’s after he had requested a spot in the trucking trade, but Hell, he was told, was not a place to enjoy your previous passions, King or Not!
It wasn’t until the arrival of peer-to-peer enterprises that The King saw an opportunity to dump the supermarket scene and venture into the ride-sharing transportation networks that began to sprout at the turn of the first decade of the second millennium, After Baby Jesus was born, —of course.
Yesterday, August 16 of 2018 A.D., Elvis had a break when he was asked if he still had that Pink Cadillac in working order and if he was willing to take a ride on the Freeway of Love and chauffeur THE QUEEN OF SOUL… some guy named Otis Redding was footing the bill.
“I’d knew you’d be a vision in white…
how d’ya get your pants so tight?”
TimeStamp: Sweet Home Chicago on Central Siren Time, with a reminder that an “American Idiot” is still in charge.
Eddie Glaude tells/reminds us something that the Charlottesville Nazis hate to remember from the BERLIN OLYMPICS of 1936…
Stick Around, Hitler on Ice — follows.
… anygüey, today we [the staff] learned that the Trump administration and, the love child of Hans Gruber (Alan Rickman [r.i.p.]) and John Mill Ackerman are under preassure. We [the staff] have a feeling that this is going to be one sizzling August… context will continue to develop—or not! Stay Tuned.
… anygüey, right now it’s the Eleventh p.m. Hour on the Eastern Standard Time. Here on the Central Europe Time is 05h20.
23 is the magic number for impeachement… according to Ms. Pettypiece, a Bloomberg source, probably from the 27th Congresional District of New York, —or not.
Sources, and Ms. Pettypiece, follows.
TimeStamp: 06h00 in CET.
“In Hitler’s Face*“… https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesse_Owens
On the eve of an AMERICAN IDOT’S Rally**…
Hola, have a nice day!
Sadly, Nagasaki didn’t have an Eiffel Tower, or a Louvre, or… a love for Pappi Jazz or Glenn ‘motherfucking’ Miller’s “mood’s” for sippin’ on Rhum and Coca Cola®️ for that ‘split matter’, —no. So, that motherfucking city, had to go, after All when all is Said and Done, the ‘motherfucking’ WAR pigs, had—and remain with the Power.
So, on a day like today, years after Moe Berg’s gut feeling suggested to the U.S. intelligence agencies that the head physicist honcho at Third Reich was not developing a “Fat Man” and a “Little Boy” for Hitler, good ol’ Harry Truman was given the green light to vaporize and sizzle a whole bunch of Japanese people, apparently, to not let a ‘good’ bomb go to waste.
Eye See French People
« Tell me something Eye don’t Know », Chris Mathews?
TimeStamp: 01:55 hours in CET
“A–bombs” for nothing
… if you are a U.S. or Allied Forces War Veteran of the Great War in which John Wayne didn’t participate, let it be known that General Chris Matthews is out on leave, and that the Veterans Administration “contracts”* are being DEALT BY THREE FUCKERS OUT OF THE little president of the United States low class golf club in La “puta” Florida.
Freedom, ¡mis pelotas!
The A-Bomb was dropped to ensure that in the final days of the World as we knew it, the system would work in favor of speculators and the Military Industrial Complex; but guess what Steve Kornaki, we’ve been telling Cousin Joe that we [the staff] knew about that racket since the 9th grade; that’s why we, [the staff] got a « b » in His Story… the history teacher was a big fan of « The Duke »… the “White” Duke, not the Duke that got on board “The A Train”.
FUCK John Wayne…
Gee-whiz, Rachel Maddow, thanks for the cherry-on-top.