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Previously on “Episode 4”, Audrey Stupovski got raped

Hey, ho… Let’s go.

Paris, France. 3 de Claudia, not Junio 2024_ Mercury signals from the fip siren den just received the first images of Audrey Stupovski’s rape, preliminary Oracle from Phytia in Delphi shows and, Danny Glover, “I hate to say, it”, but it’s probably bull! Oh, la Vache!!! Europa, la Vache!

Plot twist, it turned out that Jupiter, yes Jesus, the Zeus from Greece, that same Jupiter from Rome turned out to be a two-bit viejo lesbiano.

In Bulgarian news, She in Baum, is now “El Presidente”, so what’ll be Claudia, a tree or the same ol’Fucking useless tall grass from López Obrador y los tiempos de La Guayabera del ‘76?

Any how, enough of DREAMS… the US elections is going to afford JOSEPH CHARLES SCARBOROUGH da’ 3rd a new motherfucking Yatch.

And Congressperson with a funky name³ from California, I’m talking about Keyser Soze! Keyser Soze!!!  

³~. Ro Khanna… lock him up! Lock him up! Make America, —Great A-gain.

Fuck Silicon Valley, Pedro³ is where it’s at. The docks are Grrrrrreat!

Tony Tiger.

It’s my aeroplane… Eye had chilli peppers for snacks.

But that is what the American Dream is all about, eh Michael CrichtonSon, the ads… in Hawaii.

🌋

Thanks, Obama!

In Hilo, Hawaii, it’s almost 3 O’clock… Eye tells you what, Barry, but for,—a bald quema cocos 🌴… I’d have me some BRAIDS all the way to my tailbone.

🏌🏻 … and he’s off to Scotland, dead guy remains stiff

On the flip~side on in local news, Judd Apatow is still, a fag. A flaming fag, at that. And that’s funny, people… ask the Pope in Rome, he knows.

Oh, happy theys 🎶

Con esos obispos, who needs Cardinals.

https ://www .nytimes .com /2024/05/28 /world /pope-apology-slang-gay-men

And starring as Marianne… Bobby Di Nero, meanwhile in The Philippines, it’s another edition of “Adiós Guayabera mía”.

Ahora, Ressa por Mí, María.

Over at the French Assembly, at the French Assembly no pasa Rafah, and in Kiev, 2000 pound booms are about to make the great. Not to be outdone by the Industrial Military Complex in Baltimore, the French are about to send the SAME GENDARMES, to Ukraine, that President Hollande sent to Peña Nieto in Mexico.

It’s all about the Bass… Karen Bass, because Évry body is in L.A..

Across Toluca Lake and beyond Lincoln Heights a recovering alcoholic just confirmed that helicopters from L.A. will team up with the face recognition crowd and hover over Évry body’s house. Amnesty International (dot fr) home of the Mexican “madrinas” judiciales even buried public privacy³ next to Jim Morrison’s grave at Peré Lachaise… so fucking West L.A. at the Sunset Grill.

Tiró partido, y usted abuso… of a little baby elephant.

That Giorgia is always on my mind…

³~. Actual oxymoron not just a stunt.

Bulls On Parade — Colonia Dignidad, Chile

EjhEm#…  🌎

For the record, Mister Yourbain, a bird’s song is a either a War cry or a reproduction call for the feathered female. It’s like Gabriel’s trumpet sound., but Instead of reproduction it’s a call for extermination of the enemy or trespassers.

Aunque Usted… no lo crea, de América, —yo soy.

 

De América, yo soy. And Elise Jordan, you may take the accent out of the letter ‘e’, but you can knot take the 5th letter out of my continent, Issy, it’s mine. Eye just hasn’t claimed, IT!, —yet.

And in chilli news, the Lone Star State is sick and tired of being confused with that South American flag 🇨🇱.

And Pablo Torre, I am eating a Turkish grec so just talk among the Joe’s… Issy, fuck The Patriots. Kinky, you say? Let me get Rafael Septién 🤠, you can’t Handle the Kinky, Torre!

 

Más y más:

… y mas:

Say what Jew will, but for the record, on today’s Morjo Show, Pablo Torre just found out that he was the opening act for a very Kinky sado-masochist from the  Guantanamo Bay clan in Florida.

Asked if he could tell the difference between ‘epiDiDyMiTis’ and ‘epiDerMis’, Joe Torre had to call home before the holidays to ask, Lebron James (who is apparently his DaDy) and his mom, who actually knows the difference because of her trade.

Over at Mika’s Ice Rink next to a housing development, Charlie Brown just told the world that he was a Dallas Cowboys fan and that he had always looked up to Rafael Septién since way back when Rafa was playing college football for Louisiana, or Lafayette, or some worthless institution of the Sort, heck, in those Theys, Pablo-wobbly-Torre, if that’s even your real name, the Dallas Cowboys was like a Barrel Cracker™️ version of The World Famous Harlem Globetrotters ✊🏼, or maybe even a country music outreach like the one of Colored people who played Jazz for a post-WWII people of the world. Anyhow Torre, I know that when your Tagalum-tounge brought up the “kinky” element of Tom Landry, you were not referring to the Universally known Dallas Cowboys Cheerleading Squad, but to “Debbie”, you son of a bitch! Jesús Cristo, Torre, it’s a morning show, you’re freak 🎃 Pablo Torre.

 

That’s right Thomas de Corbillón, you’re not from Paris³

³~. Texas, but Texas loves you any Güey.

… pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name, mister Paul (Pablo en Tagalum) Torre, but whatever you do, please consider that I don’t select the headlines, ni a mis pinches tocayos en el exterior.

Never mind the chicas… The Justice wants Chico.

 

— And, this is what both the Florida Governor and the Cripple-fuck in Austin don’t understand, more on that at Nine… never mind that, The “S-files” shifted songs from country music playing on the radio to Only Rock And Roll, and the song, which was supposed to remain the same, went from “Symphaty for given shelter” to “Give me your devil, Mic,”, or something like that.

Meanwhile, back at The Champ de Mars, it’s:

Paris attack near Eiffel Tower leaves a translucent German guayabera dead and at least one Rosbif almost lost an eye, a third person was also injured, his or her nationality is, and/or remains a mystery.

Auf Wiedersehen Zu Meinem Durchscheinenden Guayabera… or how I Learned To Love “The S-files” in Paris, France

Over at Marawi, in The Philippines, a Catholic mass went boom 💥, and if that wasn’t enough, an important tremor also hit that archipelago.

The Trump Whisperer…

We are experiencing technical difficulties, but when we return, a Dear Cousin Joe segment, plus a recap on Morning Joe’s favorite Mexican media darling: El Presidente Vicente Fox; and we continue with this week’s special edition: Las Memorias de la Guayabera Blanca, with special guest: CIA’s favorite Grand Theft Auto operative, and Luis Echeverria’s version of The Man With The Iron Heart (HHhH): Miguel Nazar Haro.

Additionally, we add a new section, one we’d like to call:

Well… that took some balls.

Emmanuel Macron

(President, One–Each) guest stars.

Headline capture courtesy of The Guardian… Hello, today is yesterday’s tomorrow and that’s why we chose to post this Guardian headline regarding a leadership trait of Emmanuel Macron. Our entry from yesterday was actually about the display of character that it took Mr. Macron in order to  inform and–or remind French Nationalists that not a single German participated in the logistics that it took to coordinate the deportation of 76,000 people to Nazi concentration camps… yesterday’s Guardian mentioned that on a day like today, July 18th, 13000 were already in cattle cars being railroaded to what we now refer to as The Holocaust; 4000 of these were children, less than 100 lived to tell their story. AGAIN 76000 was the total number of souls shipped out of France in order to comply with Herr Heydrich’s Final Solution request.

Adiós Lechuga. Gracias por tu Guayabera

Viernes, 14 de julio 2017
Place de Clichy, 75018

    Turista veracruzano coincide en París con una manifestación en contra de la visita de Donald Trump como invitado de honor a la Fiesta Nacional de Francia. —|— Foto por armando segovia / segoviaspixes 2017… Creative Commons-nonCommercial-give credit [fuckers] and Share—Alike.

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Contexto para El Mañanero, a seguir. La sátira por el momento está de luto. Y en Francia hoy hay fiesta nacional; el Staff, por el momento va a ver unos cuetes, y a escuchar con audifonos en alguna taverna, o mismo en algún callejón el ‘Cult Classic’ del teatro mexicano: ADIÓS GUAYABERA MIA; y más tarde, al caer las 23h nos aventaremos unos fuegos artificiales … IT’S Weekend Edition… Uso justo de un fragmento de El País: https ://cultura .elpais .com /cultura /2017/07/13/television/1499978258_180493 .html

… regresamos con:

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ESCENOLOGÍA

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