Tag Archives: Admiral Stravridis — Stradivarius

And, Reverend Al… I fucking knew that Katty Kay giggled at The Solo

First the Afghan version of Manuel Bartlett’s, MIGUEL NAZAR HARO in Mexico, and then FAT Leonard and the lost Admiral Stradivarius officers scam, what a way to dupe a federal judge.

Are federal judges even relevant in them United States in América?

I don’t know who said it, mister Kasparov ♟️, but that fucking Russian “ex-pat” said it best:

Enter here all miserable … yada, yada, yada.

America, what a Cunt… ry music went on Strike on French public radio.

and there is nothing that Susana Puveda and los amigos de AMLO at Mediapart can do about it.

Ibid.

you see 🙈 this is what happens when Uncle Sam let’s the Central Intelligence Agency set up puppet intelligence agencies in SHIT-HOLE countries, so pay attention Kenya, your African ass is stuck between Russia and US.

Any how Reverend Al, La Tina sucia and the lost indians are not available right now, but I Sure do hope that the voice actor of Ace Rothstein doesn’t call The Teamsters at the Tangiers, it’s a Dead Soldiers Weekend in Las Vegas and…

[This is another cutline:

Ace Rothstein:

And starring as the crazy Casino bitch, the cunt who wanted to be Esther as a child. Ask ZZ Top, they wrote the song, Esther is the machine gun shooter.

The town will never be the same. After the Trump Plaza, the big corporations took it all over. Today it looks like Disneyland. And while the kids play cardboard pirates, Mommy and Daddy drop the house payments and Junior’s college money on the poker slots. Today, it’s all gone. You get a whale show up with four million in a suitcase, and yada, yada, yada, Sheldon Adelson.

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Tú, January 2024 … “for a homeless guy, this nigga had incredible seats!”

 Got Schlitz, nigga?

Nope… but Eye has got a lot of roaches and Schiltz, and Ewe knows what Dear Prudence says: if youse out of Schiltz, youse Schlitz out of the creek, and out of Jazz on Poiter-Kaltenbach.

 

Good morning, Civil War and the planet’s vengeance on the developed world FOLLOWS, starting with The Land of The Rising Waves, Japan 🌅 🗾 🌊 of course, for the land of the free and the home of the great (Dee U.S. in A.) the only events that matter is the bottom line of the war and DEE PETROL industrial complex, like IS🫥RAEL.

If I Was A Nigga, by Paul Harvey:

So, that explains it… with a name like that, no wonder you can DREAM, —nigga. Fuck’n Hollande’s kids at The Lincoln in D.C.

 

Screen-target courtesy of the Israeli Defense Forces battle plan target selection on Tic 🇮🇱 Snap 🫰🏽 Toc.

🎥 🏄🏽 🎬

But first, Bloomberg News Red Sea Film Festival follows with the first feature in the competition “Subliminal Hinges”, starting Admiral James Stradivarius and Saint-Ignatius de los WaPos.

Synopsis:

Retired U.S. Navy, James Stradivarius, installs a door knob with the handle pointing 👇🏽, hilarity ensues when the Houthi Rebels post a TikTok post asking the good Admiral, “hey, motherfucker, how’s it hang’n’?”

Any, how… Denis Soula, little ol’Eye wishes your sorry ass and the Sirens a happy knew jeer 🤠 you son of a bitch!

It!, motherfucker, ain’t over until Marjolaine says so. She’s tonight Phat lady… 🪈 now blow Mí.

And then Susana Pubeda burnt Beyoncé’s house… Susana didn’t mean to, Denis Soula groomed Pubeda. And the rest was Oh, oh, oh 🎶 😼

And, Charline Vanhoenacker… Let Mí be your Huckleberry, Erik Satie

Le Journal du 13éme:

It’s a GAMBLE, let it RIDE.

 

— “It’s Hadley!”
— Don’t worry, this is 2022, you’ll be able to sue her!!!.

Blazing Saddles.

La Curva Catering – Kielbasa traiteur

— Hey, Ewe over D.A.R.E.! What’s your nomenclature?

— Admiral Stradivarius, sir.

— Listen, limp-weed, tell Kelly Kobayashi³ to leave corrugated cardboard at point Bee in the perimeter. Beds are for nanas y ninas.

³.~ Bob Hope wishes that Eye spelt your name properly.

Accidental Crowley… Black is White, Red is Blue and Eye wants a bucket of Chickn’, period.

Dia de Los Inocentes en la Ucrania. Russia ignores the sign on The Doors.

This is a Nocturne, by Frédéric ‘fucking’ Chopin.

Doc Holliday walks into Radio France, hilarity ensues when the GO’ill de Niza orders a Margherita with pineapples as a complement.

Je suis Doc Holliday, et je suis un Anti-Christ.

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