Excuse Mí, Pablo Gleason… gonna borrow you illegitimate Cousin

BREAKING THE BiBi‘s

“De mi vida, doy lo bueno Yo no tengo vanidad… », arrogancia, eso es otro pedo… en la voz de Georges Brassens.

YES, YES, Yes, y Sí! —NETANYAHU’s Tenure is over. The headline out of all kinds of retirement homes in Florida reads:

IT’s A Festevus Miracle!!!

After a brief Shimmy Dance, asegovia3 returns with a Review of “Y tu mamá también” on NICOTINE, “a black comedy of coincidence”. And in WaWa land, Erin Haynes earrings are battling IT out with the hands-free mic. In Reel-Time, the 19th Arrondissement lines itself with Erin’s right-earlobe arracada while The Root, pledges ITS support for the dangling wire.  For those on Deadline, Erin lost an “erre” in a surprise chingazo from the funky earring on Erin’s left—earlobe. —_~!•_— By the 11th Hour, Eugene Robinson of WaPo Phame will not let Mí lie: Erin’s Right-side earring obliterated the Dangling Wire and no surprise from the ReidOut, Joy was all over that damn wire like a Motherfucker on “the Jim Crow iLaws” at a Quiznos Sub.

But FO’ist… Öüï now returns to Las porquerías de Tomás—¡qué FEO estàs! And Oliver Benkemoun (page 4 N° 2591 CNews) agrees, bola de Can[n]es.

Previously on The Faber Book of Mexican Cinéma: Öüï were about to take a Road Trip [movie] along the south of France from Cagnes to Montpellier, up to to the French West Coast to Nantes-Le Mans and then off-course to La Rue Borrégo in The Twenty —knot minutes, but the “arrondissement” y’all, and then the second  curfew hit and all public libraries closed, depriving us from going back to 2011, and a most-unfortunate song (Si No Te Hubieras Ido) played at a wedding, in [La] France; SIN EMBARGO, Rachel Maddow, you are not silly when you said (earlier this morning in Paris, France, via the Streams) that this is not a normal follow-up to the Memorial They Weekend. And SO! DIEGO LUNA: you like baseball? — Let’s play Hardball.

… We begin in the middle of the Sixth (page 134, footnote number 5), dear Jason Wood, Caserola does not, Eye repeat (motherfucker) Ca•Se•Ro•LA does KNOT TRANSLATES TO “pots and pans” what are you? Argentinian? Tres Tristes Trastes agree That by that standard the Nico•tina in “the melting pot” would translate to la bañera del pozolero, wey.

Anyhow, chap. 6 introduces the reader to JAPÓN, but ask Father Amaro* from the Philippines Diesis, Asian American month is now in the books, so for the time being until the next Wave, Tsunami or the Olympics makes the wires Martín Salinas, (no relation to California, Esse) a screenwriter, will clear the way on the road to figuring out El Misterio de La Trinidad.

* Father Amaro was sent to that archipelago because he got caught fucking with the faithful (Marianne).

Following her demise and fall from grace from Teen Cosmo (those little motherfuckers) Alexi McCammond rejected a Multi-Zillion Dollar contract with AXIOS TV on account that, AUStralia is the EneMy.

 

Entonces pues, dice el susodicho, or as Brian often beats to death on his side of The 11th Hour the aforementioned Salinas, Said That Someone From His Street Told Him That S/He Has A Friend WHO Told Him That S/He Knows ‘un tipo’ That is an enthusiastic pessimist. Eye Means, and he knows that the following paragraph is going to be colossally misread, misinterpreted, and misunderstood by the ASSHOLE(s) who ripped our little dangling wire with EarBuds on each of its splitting ends:

… [D]igging twenty diamonds in a dead Russian’s guts if they had the chance [eh!!!… IT IS IMPORTANT BECAUSE] over here [🇦🇷/🇲🇽/🇫🇷] you THINK TWICE before calling Gordon Sullivan if you are in trouble [with a lutte].

[Note to The Rachel Maddow re-run: the underline part must be sung in Joan Manuel Serrat’s voice].

And in New Mexico, Île–de–France:

You are not fooling anybody with that hair-doo, Adrianne… what’are–you, from Mississippi? Or just a Missi from Issy?

Philippe Martinez is at the plate… the count is two and oh, will you look at LA Météo!

Martinez just got the Baseball as a second language tantrum out of his system and in comes the pitch— Martinez swings and that motherfucker is Out! It’s the middle of the FO’ist and first at bat is Georges Méliès.

Dear, Adam at The New York Times: LANGUISH this you sonovabitch! 🥎🥎🥎 It’s the top of the FO’ist and Anne Hidalgo is at the mound.

Öüï now returns to the Sherman Memorial Baseball Field à Vincennes where Anne Hidalgo is about to start the defense against the specter that makes up the Commune All Stars and then some.

https ://en .wikipedia .org /wiki /Defensive_spectrum

Georges Méliès steps up to the plate where Emmanuel Macron is padded up just like the Michelin Man®️ and the empire’s umpire just screamed playball.

Méliès feeling perhaps like a precious Bambino points to the skies just as the International Space Station passes over the Île de Saint-Louis—Hidalgo sends the pitch and… HOLD MY FRENCH TACO!!! Méliès just pulled the greatest special effect of all time—Oh The Humanity— Méliès connects with Hidalgo’s heat but the instant replay will show how Méliès on-purpose (that motherfucker) turned the ball into a sort of kind of drum notation that dribbled into “a little Latin rhythm,” that the cannonball from Hidalgo likes to call the Bossa Nova—but it’s not really the Bossa Nova.

Leave it to Méliès to illustrate what a soc it to me looks like in reel time. Here’s the breakdown:

— Méliès catches the shortstop lost with his gaze somewhere in space and thought to himself that Ground Control was about to ‘soc it’ to Major Thom.

— Major Thomas Pesquet fell for the ol’Babe Ruth routine anticipating an aerial demonstration, ignoring with that decision the ground game.

— Méliès could not resist using the same schtick twice:

Page 09 — SOCIÉTÉ
Nº 23839; Le Parisien de 22/04/2021
ENCORE 24 HEURES D’ATTENTE POUR Thomas Pesquet…
You may thank The Météo for DAT!

Top of the FO’ist, runner on First and François Mitterrand is up next on the batting order but of all things on the forecast, here’s the moistest of #Em all: RAIN.

Page 28; ibid.
Éphéméride: Alex
La Lune: La Lune is a croissant[e] tonight.

Anyhow, Kasie HUNT, in Hilo, Hawaii, Saint Alexandre remains éphémère, but at the European Space Satellite Agency at Châtelet the Earth is already Circling the Sun with the Patron Saint of ARMOR in the USA, and if you don’t know who that Jack is, just know that Saint George is the first to put a black-eye on The Man on The Moon… yeah Buddy!

Downtown Inset — from ROMA

The conversation from Line 81.

I bet you think this spot is about you.

… [W]e last left CGT Honcho, Philippe Martinez, staging a Strike at the plate with la tal Marine Perrine Le Pen at First, two outs and two strikes on the count. While that happened people at the stadium were treated to a close-up on the simultaneous skirmish on Shortstop and Centerfield by Julius César during the ceremonial first pitch.

Claudius Métrobus©️leads the delegation to Centerfield and has a one-on-one with Serge Gainsbourg. Claudius Métrobus offers Gainsbourg a chance to accomplish something that only Claude François in the voice of Frank Sinatra via Paul Anka, and of course André The Giant have accomplished for the Lutece and the XIVème Arrond., to conquer the Hollywood Reporter®️ or Billboard Magazine®️ without losing your soul like Mick Jagger did.

* Most Loaded Billionaires… major league baseball if you speak French. The challenge in the craftmanship/womanship of them balls lies with them little red lines not bursting on impact. 

Serge Gainsbourg [SG]

— Métrobus, how can Eye be for sure that Mí won’t be thrown under the wheels? Show me a sign.

Claudius Omnibus (en El Chuco)

— Will a collectible do?

— What’cha got in mind? [SG]

— Well Serge, instead of being traded like a stupid little “bobble head” gizmo on the Hollywood strip, how would you like to actually become the collectible? And The Producers are willing to give you that role on the next revolt drama. [CM]

— What’s the catch this time Jean Genie? [SG]

🎶🗣 Well, you’ve heard about the BossTone… he used to be one of those.

 

Intro to teleportation assembly sequence sub-section

… but FO’ist a word from our Ufo-tee’s:

Could it be

Pre-emptive pardons are called “Amparos” (for plural) or “Amparo” (singular female) in Mexican juris dear Prudence .:. 80C05265-8C21-46CD-9BF4-F4D328F6A248 🗣 THE FOLLOWING, Must BE READ… in a Mr. George Constanza sire’s voice.
WITT THAT IN MIND.
— IS IT POSSIBLE?
— COULD IT BE?
That unidentified “PARENTAL UNITS” on Sector Three from The Sun ARE NAMING THEIR OffSprings in honor of their FAVORITE “ANCIENT ALIENS” trope?
Nse”… give me a break, Mr. Ness. And those WERE KNOT, let me repeat THOSE BRIGHT OBJECTS ON THE SKY WERE NOT FLYING SAUCERS, —over Mr. Crowley’s Loch, PERIOD!

“It’s Festevus for the rest of u.s.!”
Georgia Project Exec. Dir.
Nse Ufot on the Morning Onion
with Lindsey Reiser.

After the break don’t forget to to say, “Hola mis negros!”. Hola mis negros! The Weekend is MsnBC’s affirmative action block. Heck, even Alex is the Darkest of the blondes. Alex is so hip she took the 8th letter off of the “alphabet soup” can, and mirrored the double erres (en la rae . es ) WITT a double tee, mAN… of course no affirmative action block is complete without “whitey”, and for that none better than Cousin Joe in the role of Officer “Hoppy” Hopkins of Sanford and Son fame.

Over on CSPAN-3 it’s, “Moments in History”. “THEY CALL IT THE FIRST TAKE ON HEARD IMMUNITY” Episode 33 .:. 10E7BE58-F9E1-40BE-AC4D-EE926A76CE6A 🚀 Harry “the rube” Truman the 33rd President of the United States: 1945 ‐ 1953, in this episode, THE WISE MEN urge the President to secure the nazi scientists working in New Mexico permanent U.S. Citizenship for their service; during that session the president asked about the Executive Order to recognize the Blacks and the Navajo Nation’s contributions… the wisemen would cement a quote that Mel Brooks would later immortalize at the Rockridge Land Grab sessions by telling “The Rube” that « They Are Such Children, Govenor »
Executive Order 10003Providing for the Investigation of and Report on Displaced Persons Seeking Admission Into the United States
October 04, 1948

https ://www .presidency .ucsb .edu /documents /executive-order-10003-providing-for-the-investigation-and-report-displaced-persons-seeking

Anyhow, let’s get back to the assembly sequence for our teleportation modeling interpretation, in this section the user is asked to keep a mental note of the fact that the makers of this assembly’s instructions do not select the topography nor the sites, we just Mark’#Em.

… [O]nce again, we kindly remind the teleporting enthusiasts that in this our Third Dimension it is not possible to teleport carbon-based meat, or any other matter for that matter, but we can do a dry-run to simulate the journey in the Fourth Dimension.

People who know, compare the teleportation experience, once the assembly sequence is complete, to the John Frum “cargo cult” in the Pacific Theater who simulate an air traffic control tower summoning First Lieutenant Milo Minderbinder onto their sandy landing strips.

https://mobile.twitter.com/jakecoco/status/1334993874276786178

It’s in the CLAUS(e):
There is no business,
like Show business.

🏎_🚀_🛰_🛸_+

Cargo cult and the Blacksheep Squadron:

View at Medium.com

Page 87 and Page 118… Faire la fête—and that’s all that fits to print

This is no time for Siesta, Sista!

Coming up in the programming:

… [A]nd Eye quotes, “I’m rich, BITCH!”, it’s not ironic, it is pitch Black perfect, the same nigga that gave Trump a chance, now gets to eat a cold Macedonian salad, before the monologue.

Musical Guest: Let’s talk about martians

Previously on...

Previously on… [A]nd now, the rest of the story .:. 490736FE-D284-427D-8201-51D7CA13C1C9 .:.
Doc d.a.t. camera operator a THEYs PAY for napping on the Steve!
And now, the rest of the story about how a most inconsequential trivial conversation paved the way to the ban on Le Petit Robert. It kind of started on Election Eve Monday at the reception of a very exclusively open club

… [D]ear, Lorde Lorne:
si nos dejan, “ Train keeps a’Rollin all Knight long », on your marks, get Seth…

But FO’ist, let’s check with our field reporter Mítz Thorph Zandorf WHO is standing outside of the Mars Bar where Kasie Hunt just learnt that Joe Scarborough is having an affair with Juanita Bonita, the event, an innocent kiss leaves a door (once again) open for Donnie Deutsch to make a move (for the 6th time since the Camp David days during the Carter Administration) on Mika… stay tuned for more of Mítz Thorph Zandorf’s reporting.

Hot cakes

A duel, baguette boy? C0018F0B-4D68-4635-8277-D666924EBAF7 🥢 You Got It, Foo man chu…
Hot Cakes is also the pet name that Dave gave « his » drummer, (BADUMTisch!)… 🥖
And Charlie Watts redobla con un gancho al hígado and says:
I once played the Role of Chilli Palmer on, “It’s always sunny in Philadelphia”… 🥁 Mick, played Mr. Ray Bones

Mítz Thorph Zandorf’s reporting is being beamed to you by Tia Hunt’s Hot Cakes… the secret is a well guarded secret, and “they’ll like it Too”🥛.

No Se Vaya… Stephanie Rhule pick’s up the gossip con “Las Comadres” de harina… “Las comadres de harina” is the new Can-Can Sí Se Puede Show at the Moulin Rouge, casi esquina con Colin Jost’s wife Love Shack in Paname.

Dear, Ali Vittali… Skip the Circus Beastie

Meet Mí at The Attic, Sweet Emotion, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera…

Let Ari Melber eat FreeJoles… o como dicen los franceces-es-eSoS:

BOOM!

We begin the 3 pm hour in a New York Minute, where a couple of “bestias” were rounded up in Philadelphia, the American media refuses to call them “chicos” what they are, here in Paris, where the Nine o’Clock hour just struck the middle, man, they call’em: domestic terrorists.

Over at the Spy vS Spy stream…

It appears that Black Spy was not briefed on the mole report, and as Öüï types, international spy and Canadian enthusiast, Avi Velshi, is fondling the plasma on Kornacki’s big screen.

This can only mean one thing, Avi managed to slip another warm glass of milk (not clear if cookies were included or, if Avi changed the warm comfy sheets on Steve’s catre).

Evidence found at Rockefeller Center cafeteria trashcan suggests that Avi slipped “powdered milk” onto Steve’s snack pack, investigators at that dump suggests that Avi had help in this operation and that it came from the INSIDE of the Velshi household… HOLY FUCK! Perry Mason, Avi Velshi is moonlighting as an “American”.

It’s Morning in America — 3 de noviembre, 2020

Lorem IpΣ

We begin in Washington

We begin in Washington 🇺🇸 9163EB37-9E17-4304-8BF3-BFDF5FB4D9B1 .:. on Both Sides of The Canal de Panama.

Over at the MorJo Show, Willie Geist just auditioned for the role of “Room Rater” at the Claire McCasket Bed & Breakfast, and over at Studio 3-A of the Rockefeller Center, Cousin Joe and Jon Meacham just dissected George Michael’s classic YMCA Hit, “Outside”… and Eye swears that Öüï can’t make this stuff up, it’s right there on the peacock streams.

After the Break, we find out what Les Pierres Soul Ages sound like when they take their Rock and Roll Circus on the road for the first time, and because they sound like a bad rendition of Jeff Lynne re-imagining Lennon, 🎶🎶🎶 She said:

Wama lama lama lama
and
Rama lama ding dong
Rock and Roll is King

Georgia Font

Georgia Font in association Witt Helvetica Ballots presents: .:. 2E04568C-B8B6-4F71-97A9-47BAC7537D3E 🌎

Thursday, September 10, 2020 — *They say the fires are the reason you have beautiful fucking Sunsets

And in Washington… Priority One does not include a deadly pandemic, or the West Coast all–day and all–night “beautiful sunset”, or “the economy, stupid”, —no’Mam— PRIORITY NUMBER ONE is what United Statesians callfootball”, now D.A.T.! That D.A.R.E. is exceptional.

“Don’t wanna end up a Cartoon in a Cartoon WOODWARD graveyard…”

 

Al Simon, in:
Al Simon’s Greatest Hit Jobs on
COLUMBIA RECORDS

Hello, I am your host, Alejandro Trebek, and for 100 dollars, it’s a BriWi Zinger related to the feline world.

The Pope in Rome:
— What is Catsup and empanadas mexicanas.

Minino means pussy cat in Guadalajara

What’s New Pussycat? 🐈 A19FD332-42E9-4867-8290-16521901B845 🇻🇦 Minino means pussy cat in Guadalajara, y cualquier parecido a lo que Canelo Álvarez alega en contra de su Golden Boy dorado es pura coincidencia con la denuncia de don Garay, ¡caray!… OFERTA NO APLICA a francesas, and BritBox need KNOT apply the lesson to a Katty Kay news brief.

https ://www .leprogres .fr /societe /2020/09/09 /le-plaisir-culinaire-ou-sexuel-est-simplement-divin-assure-le-pape-francois

[Pre-recorded track for the 19 o’Clock timestamp of 10/09/2020 in CET]:

Just add Text

Soup Wonder Bread®️ Sandwich à volonté .:. FF9CEA60-0B48-4755-BBCB-2FA91AA5911E — just add text.

… [A]nd Willie Geist, the staff left a time-delayed memo directing Studio 3-A at The Rockefeller Center to last week’s Mars line-dance with The Moon, just in case anyone is wondering why The Sun did not rise on the West Coast shoppers and why the sky was all RED, aussi:

https ://www .lequipe .fr /Medias /Actualites /Canelo-alvarez-attaque-de-la-hoya-et-dazn-son-diffuseur /1169940

AP LeMire, please relay to Mr. Charles Joseph Scarborough that if, AND ONLY IF,  them united states (de los gabachos) was, as Mr. Scarborough states and restates time–after–time, after time, that, the U.S. of A. is IN FACT, “exceptional”, THEN, the president of los gabachos, Donald John Trump, would have been escorted IN CUFFS from “the peoples house” and straight into the chambers of a Night Court for arraignment for crimes against humanity and for treason on account of recent declarations to “El WAPO Grande”, Alfonso Arau, who is playing the role of Bob Woodward for the “little Havana” crowd.

Wednesday, September 9th 2020

“Hello, I’m Johnny Cash,” and these are the numbers for today. For the record, please be advised that while the staff is out on hiatus, Catalonio Barcelonnetto de Peralvillo will be feeding the pre-recorded content from the makers of this most non-consequential blog.

Dynamite drop-in

We begin the reset with a message to Roberto .:. FBBE0A39-75A4-437D-8311-4ED395A967BC 🧶 “Dynamite drop-in, Monty, —what’s his name?”, The “little Havana” Cuban is in the dentils.

Hoy no hubo noticias:

https ://www .fip .fr /emissions /club-jazzafip /club-jazzafip-du-mardi-08-septembre-2020

but if you care to re-visit a great moment in the history of live Broadcasting (without a 2 second delay) just follow the link to hear “Monty what’s his name? relay to his former boss, Harry Doyle, that indeed, “Broadcasting school, paid-off,” Sir.

Pre-recorded track for the 19h of 9/9/2020:

It was Monty's first intership

It was Monty’s first intership .:. 520342CA-7333-48BA-97CB-E5EB5EB6C3E6 🎙Monty What’s His Name was an undergraduate (at the time) hailing from a French posh Communication School called SciencesPO.

Previously on, Armañac: the thing that the very French don’t want you to see

Barbara McQualeude reports from the State of Comatose, where the Nationalist Anthem is: MURDER! By Numbers.

Amarillo no me pongo

Amarillo no me pongo
amarillo es mi color .:.
BC310A14-B751-437B-84EF-A161CE529ADA 🔊🎶 Two of u.s. ( if you dig The Dark Horse)… like, a Rolling Stone, and The F.B.I.—C.I.A.! BBC. Dig, IT!, dig, IT!.

The ironic part in this composition, Avi Velshi (and you know this) is D.A.T. the best executioners for this hymn is The Police.

And now… The rest of the story, yeah Buddy!

You might recall Paul Harvey’s “if I was the devil”… or something like D.A.T. with a General’s rank; it’s exactly like One of those on Fifth Ave., perhaps that is why, hoy–no–hubo J•A•Z²… DEM dog’on Sirens just made my They. Damn you Siren! You made a Square out of “Z”, but it is a helluva hook on that lower 45° of the first letter (from Right-to-Left)… tell you what, Siren, watch how we knock it down. Eye’m gonna straighten that hook just for fun. It’s the 9th round of 12 and we are transmiting Live from San Juan de Los Lagos, where Hellboy is beating the shit out of The Devil… oh! The Humanity!!!

Put on your high heels, Harris

Put on your High heels, Harris 🥊 23E127B6-4074-4718-81E2-5AB1BBE66216 .:. Indeed, the list of boxing royalty is all here, at Ringside with Larry Merchant is former Heavyweight Champion of the world, —Orlando Holyfield. Orlando is the fo’ist blind boxer to have conquered the title; his trainer, José “strings” Feliciano is translating for Orlando.

Round 9, with the Card Girl… Alicia Menendez

— Larry Merchant:
How ’bout that hook on the “7th” part of the letter “Z”, eh?

— “Strings” Feliciano:
Oye mi negro, ¿cómo crujió la Qijada de la primera letra (de Derecha a Izquierda)?

— Orlando Holyfield:
Larry, D.A.T. motherfucker went Zoom, y se sintió como un “Spike de Covi’d” en Tejas… what’s that vibe in the Air? Is that RED?

The Tale of The Tape

The Tale of The Tape .:. FBEA2656-62D8-4FC1-9ACC-70488C51E584 🐥

— LM and SF respond in unison:
Champ, you ain’t nuttin’ but a hound dog!