Dear Donald, what a shitty ballroom

Any 🦉 hoot, mister president, NOW is your chance to drive your little fucking ballroom (balls deep) to TAIWAN, now suck She’s dick like a good little gangster.

Live from Sheena, Nuevo León.

 

For the record en Beijing, China, así como en China, Nuevo León, el sonido de la letra X es como la pipi : chi.
Chi chin pee greeted Donald in a Shitty toast… Xi’rs.

 

https ://www .aljazeera .com /2026/5/14 /how-china-changed-rubio-name-to-let-him-join-trump-summit-despite-sanctions

Mister President : tear-down-this shitty backdrop, it’s hideous and tacky, —by gum! I’ve seen better sets au Jardin de Pont Neuf ; heck one’s being rolled out but not today because today is a holiday—something about PARAGUAY, l’Asunción, or some elevator like that.

 

In local news, and i, Armando Segovia, swear that i ain’t making this up ; cross my heart and hope to fuck off to Bogota, or any of the Banana Republics of the Monroe Doctrine, but sources close to the Sequoia teenager planted in front of the U.S. Embassy in Paris (rue Gabriel) relay to us, that the U.S. State Department took a page straight out of the Mexican Consulate in San Bernardino, California, and their Mexican sister satellite in Paris (rue des Victoires) to LITERALLY “transliterate” and hack the status of an official international traveling document. Issy-like-Life on Mars, I (armando serrano-prieto) have wrote it ten times or more, Issy-it’s-about to be writ again…
.             As I ask you to focus on :

I dare you Joe Scarborough, to bring in your “star” mentalist³

³~. Oz Pearlman… bring him to Mí—Eye double-fucking dare you, —bitch.

https ://asegovia3 .com /2025/01/21 /and-katty-kay-in-spite-of-all-the-theynger³/

Quand on arrive en ville.

Issy–les–Mentalists

I can see for Miles, for Charlie, and off-Course, Max… now pass the roach, and don’t Ewe Bogart that Joint.

Lucifer Rising… if you think that God or Allah had anything to do with this particular liberation, then Ewe know Didley-squat about the details.

 

Eye tell one thing Willie Geist, Antonio Sánchez Is the fore-bearer to Gonzo 🥁, but yes Cousin Joe, The Beatles became The Beatles when Ringo found out that that bitch had The Devil in Her Heart.

Musical interlude:

You are welcome, Governor Newsome… París followed.

Rue Gabriel, 75008

Bitch’s got Jesus in her heart, or how Charlie Kirk learned to love rolling in his grave while his widow is eyeing a potential First Lady replacement for 2028 if Donald decides to not Run.

… and now, Page 2.

A mosaic… 📐 If eWe can Keep, It!

4 clicks right, 1 up…Light Breeze 🍃 from NNE 🎯

In Paris to They (those motherfuckers), Marco Rubio is in town, the Reich’s Secretary of State will meet with Flore Caron of the france musiques to discuss the possibilities of incorporating Texas Governor, Greg Abbott, into the the opéra ballet 🩰 for handicapable cripples, according to sources close to Abbott (that motherfucker), the governor will audition Last, with the Prix du Kitsch 🦽,

… and Stéphanie Rhule, i got good at being great when Eye heard your passion on my Nightcap.

Yes, BFM… Öüïknowdis. Now let’s fuck like on Manic Mondays and then Öüï goes skateboarding 🛹 like an Egyptian.

If you motherfuckers had seen the 45° on the Baby Sequoia in front of that fucking Stone you Coq Suckers would have known that Secrets, indeed Adelina, are in PLAIN SIGHT💅🏼

Ever heard of The California Pinto League? I had some friends there… ⚾ but that is not the point, the point is that today the Sun hits the ground in the Cour de la mini milpa de Châtelet and so the shoots go in the pot, where Hierba-Buena is feeling peachy like a Mojito à la Cour de la rue Gabriel (75008).

She don’t lie, she don’t lie… Cocaine

It’s a perfect day near and around Ramsès-es-es obelisk, the skin feels like Escondido in winter but without la neblina mañanera de San Diego… if you’ve ever been.

Any 🦉 hoot, Pablo Torre, nice apple… did you catch the Fed Powell going Badum-Tisch 🥁 on The Easter Bunny. Eye tells you Pablo Torre, “Évry news you take, Évry post you send” is on The Synchronicity album, the rest is nothing but a Wayne Newton on a James Bond film (remake).

 

Page 3, « El Bote » / Dedicated to FIP.fr

Foreword to my favorite French Gendarme:
Louis de Funès

Fall Semester 2020

Fall Semester 2020 .::. B5BD6CD7-DC9F-4964-90EE-6BB0E8117C85 🐤 BRANDING 101 with: professor Tom Friedman… don’t bee late.

For the record, as stated on the « Fiche de Mise a Disposition » with a timestamp of May 25, 2010 at 16h10 in Central Europe Time, please be advised that i, Armando Segovia, (California, U.S.A.) never set foot on La Place de La Concorde; no Sir and/or Madame. The exact place where the gendarme from the 45th Regiment 7th Platoon handcuffed me was at the corner of The United States Embassy 2 rue Gabriel (75008).

Dear, Mr. Dorsey

Dear, Mr. Dorsey… fip called, they want their Logo back!

Technically, La Place de La Concord begins when one sets foot and/or wheels on the traffic circle which, AS EYE HAVE stated previously on this most non–consequential blog, was designed to MIRROR our Solar System in The Milky Way (ref. Scott Onstott) with the traffic mimicking the planets going around Louis XV. This little piece of annotated evidence is important (for the arrest record) given that my CALL TO ATTENTION TO the mocking that Donald John Trump made on Memorial Day weekend of All WHO Made The Ultimate Sacrifice in all of the different fields of battle, including the ones that might be forgotten, like the little SPANISH incident which inspired Mika Brzezinski to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro, and Metallica to write FOR WHOM THE BELLS [A]TOLL, was made on AMERICAN SOIL and not on French grounds.

Dear, Jack Dorsey

Dear, Jack Dorsey… stop acting like HENRY FORD, your blind EYE towards Donald John Trump (the citizen) is analogous to Mr. Ford’s support of the Third Reich; and you give my favorite radio station a bad name, you Son of A BItch! Please place a burning piece of Iron where you tagged “fip” on your body and scar yo’self… motherfucker.

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