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The good thing about this blog is that Senator Corral doesn’t even know that, IT!, exists

Meanwhile at La Courneuve, the Somme of all fuck-ups is that Deputy Rufin, a sort-ah/kind-of diputado in France not a sheriff in El Paso, didn’t ask Mí to review his BD, which is a book with monitos as media printed on its pages.

Never mind Clara’s eyes… I Can See For Miles and Carry Rollins Along.

En Fin doÑa Clara, Eye Can See for Miles and, Carry Rollins on the same TRUMPET 🎺 Call

… and Marjolaine Portier-Kaltenbach, get out of town! And here is why, because it’s gonna be hot, hot, hot—so wadda’Ewe say Öüï head on over to El Pueblito Mexicano³, just across that West Texas Town of El Paso, where Maru Campos is opening el corral para los “americanos”.

Page Tú… the Stewart in the nEwes.

³~. El Pueblito Mexicano, or “el pueblito” was a comercial center in front of a French-style discothèque named “Electrik Qiu”, Senator Corral used to have his constituents office there ; sources close to “El Víc” Quintana relay that Senator Corral chose this strategic location because he could look out of his Congressional window and see French catrina’s at the disco, except that instead of dressing up like garbanceras from Posadas’ time, these catrina’s wore Benetton and neon colors at night.

Further On Down The Road 🛣️ en chilagolandia, Claudia is geopolitically flexing her labia with some European-types including Ursula von der Leyen and some guy named Antonio Costa in order to by-pass esos pinches estadounidenses y sus tarifas de tripas.

Previously on “i can’t believe that these motherfuckers” with Jackie Alemany and the sparring dough bottom boys

Today’s Pentecost Sunday short-story is about the time that Jesus’ supernatural father, or Joseph’s sancho (The Holy Spirt) called the gang to play, it was Memorial They…


And I ran, I ran so far away : Adios!

_and The Cult of Trump via the Legislative BRANCH gave a back-handed bitch slap to each and every one of the service members who lost thier lives in one of the many wars of White Anglo-Saxon men in them United States in América, by way of closing shop without voting for a yes or no vote, on the “sand 🏌️ trap” of Iran.

 

To all who’ve felt the news like Colbert and Mí

Comics unleashed in a little box…

It Won’t Be Long for your Rubber Soul to lose its grip on late night tv… thank God for porn.

 

Irregardless of whether you (as a hypothetical follower of late-night tv) enjoy syndicated superheros shows or, simple porn… one thing is for sure, Jacqueline Alemany, Byron Allen (the new Buzzfeed and the old Late Show’s time slot media mogul owner) is not at fault for reaping the friuts of CAPITALISM from the final piece on the MONOPOLY® board game, —The White House.

Living on a prayer 🙏🏽and behaving like a virgin on fip CULTES on Soundgarden’s FELL ON BLACK DAYS with mister BLANCHE and White in D.C..

Note to editors : to celebrate the ARRIVAL of the ANTI LATE-NIGHT SHOW CLASS, Öüï is pulling up The ANGELUS at 17h59 in CET right before the very first note of Jazz is dropped at NOON in Hawaiian Standard Time with a NEW YORK TRUMP state of mind.

And on the Third Day… God created LAND and immediately after Planet Earth began to develop ACNE, which Amos (the messenger) described as mountains 🛘 in some book about myths and fables that functions in the same fashion as instant noodles for the soul.

Remember what Louis Pasteur and others like Burt Reynolds (Boogie Nights) or Al Pacino (The Devil’s Advocate) said :

CHANCE FAVORS THE WEALTHY CLASS, regardless if they are qualified or not ; and no counselor, THE EPSTEIN CLASS do not have to attend thier terrible  offsprings weddings and such.

Issy-Eye-seen that movie too, mister president

Hello Goodbye : don’t come around here no more ; now that’s just Petty.

⚙️ ONLY ⚙️ FANS ⚙️
… from The Cavern to the Ed Sullivan SHOW to year 33 on The Tonight Show ; ISSY-it’s-SABOTAGE.

From the producers of “Cerditos en El Espacio” and « Pigs at Bay », comes the lost story of Louis Pasteur at Howard Johnson’s 33-flavors and then some ice cream parlor at/in Rockridge U.S.A. :

🥙 Pigs at the beach and kebabs in space 🚀

 

But first! Öüï Ketch-es-up with Semolina Pilchard who is riding a bicycle next to the ASSOMPTION DAY sinister at ZARA’s location on Rivoli and the Compostela outlook next to Châtelet ; elemental penguins relay that JR’s “alegory” is missing a lower capital L en ese plato, but then again little ol’ i told Ewe so.

It’s beginning to look like an Allegorical Front, you better believe, IT!, Ewe bet.

 

Jump to page Tú on Carte Blanche… but you better not cross Pont Neuf.

… and Reverend Al, “they created a wasteland and called it peace³”.

³~. … and Tacitus, “Black Betty” won’t let Mí lie, irregardless of the irrigation needs en La Comarca³, so don’t go mixing your AGRO•pecuarios with their AGRI•colas, and nevermind the aqueducts because here comes Calgacus with a big ol’Dam!

Memorial They Weak-end

Memorial They Weak-end follows, right now it’s Tacitus : quoting the enemy of Rome… doña Poni–Amor who is having the time of her life on that strange cavern-shaped “jumping ballon”, unbeknownst to doña Poniatowska, JR’s installation was moonlighting as a time warp portal and very quickly Princess Hélène realized that she was no longer in Cuernavaca and that the state of the 🇺🇲 Empire 🇮🇱 … was not conducive to living in accordance with traditional Roman virtues (Tac. Ag. 1)… vía wikipedia and Terry Jones (in Britannia) of course.

These 🇺🇲 plunderers of the world, after exhausting the land by their devastations, are rifling the ocean: stimulated by avarice, if their enemy be rich; by ambition, if poor; unsatiated by the East and by the West : the only people who behold wealth and indigence with equal avidity. To ravage, to slaughter, to usurp under false titles, they call empire; and where they make a desert, they call it peace.

The U.S. flag (by the way) has more lines than what Trump is giving on his stupid Moe-Vile cell phone.

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🇮🇱 Shalom grooms War

 

Ahora cuéntame una de vampiros en Broadway, why the Fuck knot!

…il est cinq heures, Paris se gonfle

En Chihuahua, México, son las 23h45… and the gobernadora there is feeling in a New York state-of-mind ; but that is only because Maru is a real life MAGA–seig–heil enthusiast.

… and Just so you know, if Chihuahua is named after a dog… or vice-versa, then it should be no suprise to learn that the place in Illinois where Ronald Reagan was born is a place of/for dogs, nada que ver con Perros 🐶 Bravos, Nuevo Lyon, or ; WHY WILLIE GEIST on MSNOW is not highlighting the Israelites Torture Armada.

https ://www .theguardian .com /world /2026/may/20 /israeli-security-minister-itamar-ben-gvir-stirs-diplomatic-outrage-with-flotilla-activist-abuse-video

Of réciprocité and cabagges… on To They’s Menu : CABEZA de VACA y jaibas de Tampico, Tamaulipas, con Ketch-up de mayo.

Oh, Maru ! Il a fallu la police de New York et la CIA pour qu’elle obtienne le deuxième plus grand nombre de villes violentes du pays…

Rayuela para espontáneos
en La Jornada

il est cinq heures, Paris se gonfle, mientras tanto en Chihuahua, México, la intervención de la CIA/ATF/Texas Rangers/FBI, are blocking jumping houses for the “sureños”, the joke is on the governess of that big Mexican State, because as JR found out a few years ago, Évry geographical point below TJ, Xicali and off-course TECATE is The South ; or, as the good people of La Sorbonne call that god-forsaken place, —Central América.

…

Well it’s about fucking time… the princess is waiting

Enter text knot tango...

Enter text knot tango… ISSY-JR-EYE can see for Miles in kilometers in Évry Milanés that the siren play.

 

Las Obras y El Arte

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /club-jazzafip /le-conte-sud-americain-de-paolo-fresu-david-linx-et-gustavo-beytelmann–

Blow-up Ballroom.

 

And the sign in Chihuahua, México reads, according to Prof. Víctor Quintana Silveyra, “Be A Patriot, Kill A Sureño…” o algo así por el estilo de « haz patria mata a un chilango de Torreón o Durango. »

This bridge has not been blown yet.

 

Enter the Bullseye 🎯 Blower on a Jumping Ballon Cavern at Pont Neuf :

Unbeknownst to JR, ZARA sent in the municipal goons “to see” about a permit to set up ⛺ camp at Clochard Central de la Place Christo & Jeanne-Claude.

Tiene usted permiso para esas Tecates, señor?

 

ZARA was seriamente encabronada from last week’s collapse of her catwalks on her scaffoldings.  ZARA blames Prada and ZARA believes that she has the receipts to put the blame on Prada.

Sources close to Saint-Jacques looking slightly towards the northwest of Rivoli and beyond Puteaux and Saint-Denis relay that on the night that the scaffolding at ZARA came down…

Previously on “Don’t Let Mí Down”

_(on Assomption of all days) a suspicious silhouette wearing a light blue safety vest negligently bundled heavy construction waste sacks on the top planks of the fallen structure.

Eye tell Ewe’s all—It’s SABOTAGE

¡Tecate invita!

…

 

Whole Lotta Luggage — gonna drop like Stone

Yup, that’s a fucking siren in that spread, but never mind Héll d’Oïse l’Hérétique, here comes the faithful del Congo Evangelista.

 

In local news, Parisians in Texas are all giddy for Ken’s expensive baggage and the blatant Rock Ridge-iness of Paxton’s endorsement by Trump… pum-pump-pa-rum-pum-pum—pa rum pump ⛽ ; “you wild bitch”.

https ://www .scienceshumaines .com /dansons-avec-nos-emotions

… and Zeppelin (you know the deal).

 

🎶 Eye got my fan set on Ewe
.      Eye got my ⚙️ fan set on you

It’s Organized Grab-ass at Pont Neuf, ISSY-that’s-Mick in the corner.

It’s presse day at Pont Neuf and JR’s taking center stage ; boom operator, big videocamera and safety 🦺 gear, the whole nine yards in SAE inches not metric centimeters, —of course.

Sex and drugs and telephones : call Mí

🎶 Rapture, be pure
Take a tour through the sewer
Don’t strain your brain, paint a train
You’ll be singin’ in the rain
Said, don’t stop to punk rock

Never mind LEONORA, Jesusa… here comes HONORA from Iran—and Ewe don’t stop 📞 ‘Cause the man from Mars is through with cars
He’s eatin’ bars, yeah, wall to wall.

 

*~. Chucho, noun which denotes a ‘pooch’ 🐶 or a card-carrying adhérent of the defunct perrada del PRD in Mexico’s politics.