¿Te acuerdas de aquella vez que nos platicaron de aquel tema que pasó, en un día como hoy?
Everything but papas con hierba buena para el viaje. Vargas-Llosa is already in the waiting room.
It’s 10pm in Central Europe Time
Gol de Francisco I.
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Puede que está noche te duermas, y nunca vuelvas a despert-Ah-ar.
“I’m a little booked on Mondays.”
PELOS, DROGAS y SEXO
Only on the Kalten-Porten Bastards 🥐 Show
It’s pastries up yer’ Panties and other oddities straight from The Colorado River
Page tú:
Tu abuelita almiDONAda por nada 👽
Page One: Death by Chocolate
Violencia, drogas y sexo
Jane by any other name if your mommy is Gringa*
🎶 Ella-es Mí mejor amiga
y me levanta la moral
¡Gloria’Dios en las alturas, Batman !!! ¡Alejandro Lora es puto!
El Tri demoras, no El Tri de Lora.
A ver Marjo, —sópleme… usted trae aliento a coq and Eye just needs to make sure that JUANITA SATIVA is not infected by the Kellogg’s Klan de Kansas City Miss Eri’s coodies.
“Y está mal que yo lo diga pero … » amarillo no me pongo, “triste canción” elle est LA.
Vas a tener más audiencia, Bas.
And, Adeline… You can’t handle The Rock, but you can jump 🦘 on a trampoline, aussi.
I’ll take you to the Top 🎪… and if you are just joining this transmission please note that you, like Stéphanie Daniel on Fridays Fip Jizz… i mean jazz, not jizz, must use a PRC 📞 77* to be able to communicate.
*~.Pronounced like in the movies about the funny things that happen on the way to the former Forum from the future.
And now, the conclusion of Kamel The Magician, long story short, the Immo Witch Sorceress-ese at BFM underscored him by 40% and a blow 🌬️ job 🍃.
It Was 20 Years Ago, when Joe Scarborough joined the KKK club… ⚾ yer’ Out! Motherfucker. Got cheese 🧀?
… ok, Kamello mío pay attention now and let me take you back to 22 Feb. to show you lo HERMOSO de Jenny en El País; that particular tirage turned out to be a “Special Edition” to be collected by more than a myriad of trash receptacles because on this particular print 📰 Pepa BUENO “sawed-off” the columns from the SPORTS and BABELIA pages of SPAIN as seen trough the literature of Julio Iglesias.
1939 – Spanish Civil War: Generalísimo Francisco Franco of the Spanish State announces the end of the Spanish Civil War, when the last of the Republican forces surrender.
︷~. Note for the good people and friends of this most NON-CONSEQUENTIAL blog at the local PSG Bénévole Heart’s Club Band 💬 the “Mexican looking mustache” is not, i REPEAT, it is KNOT for the purposes of this most NON-CONSEQUENTIAL blog a Mexican Bigote my friends, but rather a BANANA used FOR SIZE to illustrate THE GAP between columns on both the IGLESIAS and SPORTS section of Spain’s FLAGSHIP newsprint, El País.
… that trick, coincidentally if not ironically tore off a significant chunk of JULIO IGLESIAS during the swinging London years when according to the sawed-off face of Ignacio Peyró, Britannia le hizo a JULIO lo que EL AIRE le hizo a Benito Juárez (o sea, que ni lo despeinó) and here’s another thing you don’t know: Julio pulled that off in a place where Iglesias was more an ALIEN than BOWIE ever was.
Allow Mí to display that battle plan for your Eyes only Kamel, only your Eyes but I am going to have to SACRIFICE both of your wrists for snatching that hour from my Winter sleep.
Which is why, Flavia, my deer… Eye is asking Ewe all at number Tú, to SPRING 🌱 Forward to, THE SMASHING PUMPKINS because TO THEY, it’s the Greatest 🎩🥊.
But First! Öüï switches IT!, over to Second where Fernando de Magallanes (that son of a Catholic bitch) is forcing Pablo Torre into a Catholic boarding school where Pablo is forced to go skateboarding without knee pads!!!
Sapo Verde tu, Ewe!
It’s 1492 and the DOGE team masacred Tagalum pronouns in LimaSAWa at the opening ceremony of Queen Chavela Stadium in Alhambra, CALIFORNIA, where the Mashriq de Muslimlandia are facing faced the Castille Christians de Altadena on a perfect Sun couchant dusk 🌇 on The Motherfunkin’ Ouest.
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Avísale a Mí Contreras
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Looney History of Our Lady of Hark The Angels 💭 Times 🗼
Trou History from Cucamonga, Doc 🥕…
Let the Record Show, Alicia Menendez, that, “her ear” on a mirror is closer to Ewe than Carneiro’s “rear eh”.
– Knock, knock.
Let’s have some cabrito en Monterrey, Cabrona. Unless you prefer pizza… that’s just across the Gulf of America in the Benghazi Bourough of Mar-a-Lago… watch the Ali-gators.
— Whose there?
Your turn, next time you surface from the ground, the Great State of Mar-a-Lago is sending U.S. her Best and Brightest eclipsed pupils.
– PROVEchoso.
Once upon a time sur les jupes de fip 🧜♀️… Clyde was a fag and Bonnie a dyke.
— Provechoso who?
I heard that you might be in need of an Alligator wrasler.
Over at BFMer’s Kitchen, La Güera Wira is casting Asparagus on the Tribunal de Justice in Alésia… trou 🕳️ fact, Pepa. It’s Bueno for Ewe. I guarantee, IT! 🐰
The World is your pussy, fuck it like Italians fucked Mussolini and his favorite Cunt… just the facts blondie, just a Heart of Glass, or “mucho distrust”.
But seriously… Change the name of the planet to : DONALD TRUMP’S “pale blue dot”, and rename the Galaxy: the golden crapper… it swirls to the right so flush, baby, FLUSH!!!
Nil Intentatum Reliquit, or in simple terms: motherfucker never gave up.
How Ukraine becomes what Mexico is to Canada.
In Paris, France, it’s already Saturday but in Hilo, Hawaii, it’s still “I Love James Cook Day”.
1779 – James Cook is killed by Native Hawaiians near Kealakekua on the Island of Hawaii.
Across the Río Bravo, it’s measles fever and alternative Black Plague from the Camelot’s Tale kin.
Ok, mister Ask Mí Anything, who killed Moe Zart?
French internets
— The Last Action Hero, silly rabbit… but never mind the Man in The Iron Mask, that’s just the ex-finance Minister that who inspired Versailles before Molière showed him his last play before he (the finance Minister, not Molino) was sent to jail. Happy Birthday Vaux-le-Vicomte. F. Jean-Baptiste Colbert, particulièrement, Francis.
Meanwhile, it’s 1612 and over in Spain, Felipe (the third in that line-up) not the current one, grants the first privilege to a French composer to operate the first brothel in the vicinity of La Plaza de Toros Rodolfo Gaona in JALISCO, Mexico. The bullring, predates the Gaona christening and for those who insist that La Tauromaquia has nothing to do WITH MEXICAN CULTURE can just go ahead and sign the petition of MONTERREY to rename The Gulf of México to The Gulf of King Don*, because the oldest bullring in the world, next to Nîmes 🏟️ and 🏟️ Arles, is in Mexico, not Spain; but then you must Remember This: that all of the bullrings lead back to Rome, y Roma (corazón) —es amor.
There it is, the elephant in the room, Ladies in Gemini.
*~. The Title of “Don King” was already taken by another well-known Manhattan huckster 🥊 named The 🕶️ Hurricane.
Down at The Sunset Barbershop 🌄 it’s Elvis’ Birthday and to celebrate, Charles de Gaulle just became the First President of France and the Watergate Trials begin. In an ironic twist, The United States of America declare “War on Poverty” and a fucking UFO is spotted by a French farmer (on strike, of course) in TRANS-en-Provance… no word if the aliens were androgynous-like or just your average Aladin Sane cat from Japan kind.
https ://www .radiofrance .fr /fip /club-jazzafip /le-quartet-amg-du-blues-a-l-abstraction-jazz
Here’s one for the Ages… it’s from The Sirens 🚒 of The 🚨 World, and from the one with the curse of Claudia de Pointe du Lac de Lioncourt, no less… Gaëlle the fox.
Musical Guest:
The AMG 🐴 Pinto Barbershop Quartet featuring Marjolena Kalten-Porten Siren
In Gaëlle’s cuntless (\) world³, the disk jockey wonders what François Mitterrand would do in a world where Elvis was a 90-years old honkey? According to Ziggy Stardust, Marshall Petin would buy that ∴rquitect a fucking guitar, because El Infierno is always looking for talent and Mister Miterrand will certainly have more than 10.000 hours to play that Lyra like a French Wednesday Noon-time Wail 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 🧜♀️
³~. Gaëlle is a Siren🧜♀️ and much like vampires, Gaëlle is missing part of what made Bobbie a Woman
January 8, 1959… Fidel enters Havana, thus securing the future of Alicia Menendez at the Festival de La Calle Ocho in “little Havana”.
And with that, we switch, IT!, over to La Pundita in Manhattan to close another edition of January 8. Congratulations to the Events that made the day and better coverage next year to the Algerian Protocols that didn’t; and let’s see what tu morro will bring.
Take IT!, a güey!!!