Théâtre du Tourtour… Paloma.

“Nos fuimos juntos a volar, con un solo GOLDEN PARACHU-TOTE »…

Mice killer. Lo’Réàl salutes you.


Andrés 🦑🐙🦀🦞🦐s

And, señora Primer Ministro BORNE, you of all people with access to the files of the Préfecture de Police (dépôt cubicles) have the ability to verify the contents in the subtext.

Relevos australianos — CATCH!!!

A Republic… Syphilis not included, unless we the sheeple go back to the Dark Ages… and if Mme. Hidalgo visited the Anne Franck park she would probably ‘see’ what Eye is talkin’ about. It rhymes with pissin’ in the Dark.

Tale of The Tape

On the “RUDOS” corner:

OJO: más pupila nomas en los tiempos de Sor Juana… Pay no attention to Adam, in Paris, if that coq sucker had not bitten the Apple, Öüï all would be running naked in Paradise, not so SAGE after all, eh, Adam? If that is even a real fig leaf on your Speedo ®️… and youse not foolin’ anyone mister LUDOVICO “marin”, Eye 👁️ has a fixed reticle ❌ inside the IRIS. I can see for Miles, and in Real-time Aussie.

…Lizzy and The Vag’s, blurred by Ludovic on the above screengrab, hail from the Îlle–de–Paradis on Chapter III of Arturo Graf’s Débil Art.

Evil Woman.

On the opposite, complementary corner, are the “Técnicos” of Hate.

And just in case Ewe is thinking of calling our research “cookie” or WO’ist! “Étrange” please be adviced that Öüï has, IT!, IT!!! Motherfuckers! in good AUTHORITY to relay to y’all that Éric and the Phallocrats have their roots deeply amalgamed in French dentistry. IN LILLE!!! No less. It’s no wonder that Lille is the Lucha Libre Capital of “los levantones”.

Hoy no hubo fillings.


Y su sombrero de Philadelphia, en qué ton lo va usted a querer, Mr. Oz?

“A Republic?”, not if the Republicans can help it.

… but, FO’ist, the Pizza Place at France Musi…qué??? Burned La Alliance française, nomas por SER CONTRERAS in a CROSSTOWN TRAFFIC EN TIJUANA.

Manu Chao is a fag!
But only por la panámericana.

It’s the Mother of All Oximorons. Can’t make this shit up, not even in TsShécoslovaquie.

¿Sueño de ti‽
¿Sueño de que?
¡suEgno de Rien!

This film is beyond Bohemian rhapsodies.


Smile 😁, youse on fagRADIOgraphies…

Over at france musique, Denisa KersSHova is all wet, ISSY, she’s dancing in the rain, in Naples (Florida—no less)…

It’s Raining Narcos

And, Denisa Kerschova, how-ah’Bout that bandwagon of Viejas Feas from CNEWS matin, Eye tells Ewe, de Niza, thèse people mustha’ve graduated from the Paris Tourism Board at the Matamoros chapter of La France Alliance in Antony, Nueva Espagna… feudo de CEMEX y de Qatar.

Tengo orgullo de Ser del Norte
del mero San Luisito
porque d’Ay es — San José³

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Luchaaaaaaaar᪪ªªªn, dedos caidas a très Éric and the phallocrats versus Lizzy and the Vag’s.
This bout is sanctioned by Les Arènes del Coliseum {and} is SanCtioNed as Always®️, by the Nevada State Commission {not} Vania®️… Vania is barred from getting anywhere near “SNOW” on account of her Crack conviction.

Cigarros a Hong Kong, on account that in Australia 🦘 unos FAROS, a la distancia Will set you back an ARM, a LEG, and your Kidney Stones.

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³~. de Las Panochas, Mpio. de La Zona del Silencio en Ceballos.

And, Mme. Prime… Eye swears that Öüï is not making this up

Ingeniosos los cerros…

Reynolds 🌯… Recycle.

And, Hallie Jackson, “I Nearly Missed You », period! And, in Spain, you could take vacation for your cramps… REPLACE THAT, in American English.

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Charlotte Bibring… Take a shower, your Jazz is nuttin’ but funk. Eye can smell your tail all the way to Havre, and the motherfucking wind is caressing The Seine in the opposite way. 💋 if the Seine was a cat the motherfucker would hiss, but WaWa has no Enemy. Por ejemplo, at The 11th Hour with Stephanie Pundita, if one loses his shirt, Steph is hoping that the unfortunate SOUL has a ‘six-pack’, this being France, 12 dirty brassballs is the Standard.

 Smile 😁, youse on fagRADIOgraphies.

For the record, man… Eye does not know how to spell Oh-de°shin in Hangul, but señor..  one bowl of Kegogi Cheese Ramen to go with my “Perro Agradecido”.

… and as a graduate of the people’s republic pupil program, Eye will skip the round abouts and go for a full 360°.

Do Your Know How to Spell 🪄 a(nrevolution?

C’est Ironique, Eye knows, but here Öüï is, —again.

And, Mme. Prime… 🛸 If they only knew that Les Moulins are a front


And, over at Saint-Ouen-sur-Seine, Adrianne Elrod just dropped a bomb on The “A” RER… bitch is going on a retreat and SHE is dumping all her chips (in Monopoly®️ money) on the Blue Line to ROBINSON.

When all else fails, bring in the Aliens.

Just the F.A.K. ma’am, ISSY, YOU ARE WELCOME.

And, mister Lin (marín) Manuel Miranda, STOP IT, you Portorican sonovabitch! Ain’t no way your Hamiltonian ass is GREEK!!! And here is why:


Eye can understand all of the boricua lingo exiting out of your belfo.


Pivot in a sky with Diamonds.

…Eye, Says… PLAYBALL! Motherfuckers!

Yo! Ajoomma… this are my CredEnTÍAls

The Four Seasons is a pizza… and Henry was a pompous ass.

Efemérides… Vivaldi played way to fast and he was, of course, a silifag®️² user… which is why his chompers were tight, MAN!

This is not a SEAL.



… [A]nd, GO’ill de Niza, Öüï reckons that as long as mister Jaggard doesn’t Kiss his Own ass, Évry thing in Matignon is honky-Dory 🐡.

Go, Johnny—GO!
Go, go, go, Johnny—GO!
Johnny be good.

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But speaking of “celebrities” kissing their own ass, El Festival de Cannes arranca hoy.

It’s called the Napólëòn Syndrome, and it’s the leading cause of chronic navel~gazing, the cure is of course, masturbation.

Oh, “Hi, [yada, yada, yada]… you may remember me from such docudrama films as Viejas Feas: Eww! and SEALs vs. Otters: The Road to Victory.”

In local news, David S. Jaggard ate Madame Borne’s pancakes with his thumbs

Previously on, “hilarity ensues”…

Beagle’s Bagels… El Perro Agradecido.

David Jaggard walks into the Culture Rapide and a door is opened to the Mogadishu Multiplex Theater of Operations where a Cougar is going down just like a Blackhawk on a DvD. Jason Borne’s mom stars as the new Prime in town.

And in Washington, D. C., true to form, Nicolle Wallace replaced RNC Steele.

Cadillac Ranch at La Porte de Versailles… according to BFM’ER TV


Note to editors, Öüï does not get lost in translation, and Eye doesn’t need no stinkin’ Braces!

After the break it’s, “In Search of panochas” in the House of Pain (kM. cero)

Backward difference

Îlle de LA Cité, Europa_ House of “pain”, vicinity Notre Dame de Paris. Pinche Esmeralda is nowhere to be found.

After an exhaustive search, Öüï regrets to inform the panocha lovin’ crowd, that ICI:

So basically, nuttin’ knew under the son.

Rien de panochas, entre les biscochos.

The Sisters at The Houses of The Holies, just up Lagrange —goD bless their sol{e}s— however, stand behind the infectious buds behind that yeast, but still no conchas en el aparador… puro baguette y sepa-la-verga cuálTraDiTion“… the “3” in them wingspans sure is reminiscent of that Greek fucker and his “challenge”, take for instance page xiii of that Emotional Goleman in his Intelligence book, or something like that, the thing is Öüï is tryin’ to figure out what in the Wild World of Sirens would drive a fellow to RIP the references out of a tome and Öüï runs into this little narration:


mind you that this is from like the Nickelback era or something like that in, 2006.


If I tell you that BEFORE the next morning edition at BFMTV another Shooting will have been consumed you’d say that I have a problem.


Perhaps the most disturbing single piece of data in [this] book comes from massive survey of parents and teachers and shows a WORLDWIDE {} trend for the more lonely and depressed, more angry and UNRULY, more nervous and prone to worry, more impulsive and agressive.

Öüï now knows that This SO-CALLED,
more lonely and depressed, more angry and UNRULY, more nervous and prone to worry, more impulsive and agressive” trend is EXCLUSIVE to a BRAND of EXEPITIONALISM where guns and PATRON… lots and lots of PATRON, which the world just learned means “ammo” in FRENCH, and where “STAND YOUR GROUND” is the law of the land.

— Patrón, ya llegó el patron de LVIV… ¿’Onde lo pongo?