Check it out, bato, when you get to the bottom of this post please relay to The Rachel Maddow Show, via Nicole Wallace, of course, to jump to page Tú of weekend edition. Ta’güeno güey, o quiere usted que le guise un huevo también?
Of course you know that the ese between the slash-es-es-esas denotes /sarcasm/. Now Congressman, i don’t know the first “T” about Texas but i know one thing. I know that Medhi Hassan’s Big Texas Brisket lunch is nothing compared to the continuing repercussions of a stomach flu, [this is the reason why i am up right now]… but on a more serious note, like say, Mí (🎶) the Big Texas voting restriction Law that just got voted in the Austin City Limits is a direct reflection of back-handed deals in the court rooms there. Like the political cartoon of April’s fool from El Heraldo de México, it’s all about “el interés”.
Well, what a heck, Medhi, since over on your side of The Atlantic it is still Paul ManaFarty’s birthday, and the fact that i will never get a hired again, i’m gonna do TRMS on the RT set. Witt that in M.I.N.D. “watch this space” and keep an eye out for Waldo.
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Anyhow, Cerf-panthère… no es lo mismo La Cómoda de MARIA BUTINA, que acomódame a Florence Marie Cassez… but Eye get’s what The Serpent on page 8 of Nº 3619 means about playing with a new language… and this, STEPHANIE MENOU, is what your supervisor Bruno and his chain of command could not fucking get in 2011/15, in other words, AT THE TIME, it was not the time to fuck with your beautiful lenguas.
Now about last night’s* strange happening right in front of where i pitched my tent (Check the Camera, Chuck)…
It’s nothing really only a white van with a guy at the driver seat, the peculiarity of the encounter was the skills of whomever imprinted, with the palm of a hand, the distinct accidental shape of a butterfly. A picture was not possible given the menacing face of the dude at the wheel, so take my word for it, it was quite a sight to see on account of the oily imprint on the passenger’s window and the sort of, kind a, looking prism shifting colors of the hospital sign that broke on through that Psycharama.
Hey, Beto: Jump to page Tú, bato.