In this section of your BAC, the student will triangulate and explain why a former henchman and, United States’ Senator from Minnesota needs a limo like a Lame-O.
https ://www .tf1info .fr /education /bac-2023–the subjectand the answer key for the mathematics track test -2251494 .html
If you prefer… Ewe may draw Mí a picture and head over to La Médiathèque de la Canopée and audition for a chance to play music for the RATP at one of their “sets” where i sleep. The event is peddled by fip dot fr, so there’s that… where do you think that Sirène steals her chants and melodies from, the Music Conservatory?
Who’s gonna fix your wild 🐗 bac?
(unité de police)
French Anti-Crime Squad.
º BAC :
In this section, Emily Munera will explain why la hache en “Bach” es muda 🎻, pero no sorda 🎹.
Over at the Peacock’s house, the first piñata on the set was a Mika Fest over the slopes 🎿, but of course it is, of course it was! But that has nothing to do with Mí because there is no Bridge there, and even if there was, “a confounded bridge” D.A.R.E., then Öüï would just fly over that arc.
On the same set, Mika shot her video operator monkee after the media editor failed to erase Serial eater and former Reaganist-Floribama congressperson, Joseph Charles Scarborough the Third, from the split screen on her Morjo Show.
R.I.P. “TJ” the live-feed video editor monkee.
All Your Need Is Cash.
Here’s what the Morjo papers are saying:
Scarborough had the audacity to stuff his pie-hole with the cereal prop on that set, —a big NO on live-reruns.
Any Karni is live from the Bodega where Scarborough staches the Cereal from the set. Take it away, Annie.
Vilma Fuentes goes in-cognito en La Jornada, but Évry body can see her COL-ONIA Con-Desa péjorativisms criticizing the technocrats* that are about to install (or so it seems) France’s SIXTH REPUBLIC.
Previously on VOSTB ( Version Original sous-titres In Between).
Now then, as JUANITO GUANABACOA prepares his Sunday Show, and Sophie Velasco narrates her little fucking “cuentos”… now again, Eye tells Ewe that if you think that the ONLY thing! or, that the only tangent that a little ol’country called the Mexican United States has with ol’éIRE are the GLEASONS and that batallion that fought the ol’gringos en CHURUBUSCO, then you clearly have never heard about a man that was once as “un-mentionable” as St. Nic at a White House Easter Egg hunt.
*~. It doesn’t matter if these so-called “camarillas” are, as this week’s opinion column without the by-line at La Jornada, an affront en contra de CARLOS SALINAS de GORTARI¹, because you may trace doña Vilma’s indignation all the way back to the Mexican President that gave procesomagazine’scorrespondent in France, Anne-Marie Mergier, her first break in the 1950’s, or maybe it was them “Indignez-vous” Sixties, which as I have mentioned a time or two before, I HAPPEN TO HATE, starting with those fucking TAX-Evading RUTLES!
North – South corridor of Renard… and Cousin Joe, are foxes Irish?
It was part of the curse that The Saint Patrick Battalion en el estado de Cuernavaca brought durante el Segundo Imperio Francés. Some say that on this particular weekend, the French Foreign Legion forces deployed on the outskirts of Tecate, CALIFORNIA (hey, it’s 1847 and califas remains part of Santa Anna and check this out) got a leprechaunto fuck agoat and thus, El Chupacabras was spawned from the belly of an banshee on holiday, drunk on Carta Blancas en Calexico.
There Ewe Go Again… JOE. You know, the Poles are talking.
Baby Blue’s out – Green Psaki gets a pass onat the peacock bar
And, Roxanne, you probably think that this entry on the blog is about Ewe, but if you review the disclaimer Ewe is only a figment of SoFy Velasco’s imagination, now, since you asked about the door with a skateboard on it, “why don’t you come over here… and lend Mí your Comb », this off-course is your cue to jump to my happy place, after Father James reads this ACT on Monday.
Mientras tanto en Botzaris, la chalupa de Juanito GUANAVACOA no tiene vergas para amarrar ni una chingada vela… lo cierto es que en Tamaulipas, el pejército del Peje se anda parando el cuello, with the self-policing of The Greatest Narco Band since Juanito Guanabacoa used to ride motorcycles for the Bandidos de La POLICIA Judicial Federal… según los bluseros³ de La Madre Patria, Juanito Guanabacoa no sirve ni para Verga Seca menos para sanar palos.
³~. People who sell women’s blouses, knot to be confused with people’s who play at The Crossroads, o como dicen por’ay: en el Camino Viejo a Nazareth:
Keep On Tryin’ — Keep On Getting It On… In Local news, the Préfecture de Police de Botzaris secured a job for Juanito Guanabacoa (en su mero mole) la extorsión in the Motorcycle Corps, Juanito in this way is on his way, (nada güey, el wey) for his second French retirement account.
Muchos azules, en RFPP… a Todd ahora de la RATP queriendo agandallar.
In this section, the “parrish” and/or its influence on the airline industry should never be spoken of for it would be unbecoming for the sobrecargos of The Wings.
El efecto del Ete… Puro Rock TAMAULIPECO a’Chilangao, but you will not hear it en Fréquence Paris Plurielle del 106.7 fm… because Juanito Guanabacoa knows nothing about picking cotton, knot a thing!
With that in mind, Öüï switches it over to Saint-Jacques Candle in The Wind 🌬️ Baseball Stadium where Father James hurls a fastball to the plate 🍽️ and that wooden crack heard like a single castagnette snap on the diamond can only mean one thing… Shame on Ewe, JIMMY “the priest”, shame on you for smearing the ol’booger on the threads. Shame on Ewe, Santiago!
The umpire must be deaf like a Bat if that sumbitch didn’t pick up on the nuance of that slug, I bet that if my bat had any champagne corks in it, that flabby Basterd’ would not hesitate to kick me out of the Talents and Skills Spring Forward Baseball Tournament at La rue de Ravioli.
If it’s Sunday before San Silvestre… then Australia is the Enemy and the Show must Go On.
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Un rótulo, relata El Diccionario callejero de Stéphane (Éditiones Mengès; 1977–81,84,86,2000–05), da el nombre a esta calle…
From the producers that brought you Mr. Wednesday’s “bag–o’shit” on a commercial airline First Class section, and the creators of “the Bobs” at The Office, comes a cataclysm of paleontological proportions, starring Logan Jackman, Jonathan Swan–Woodruff, y El Chapulín Colorado en el rol de “Langosta Chamuscada” .:. 02B3F4D1-1176-46AB-AB13-5EBC39F943F1 •|• Sinopsis: Bob Slydell and Bob Porter, the MGMT consultants to Mike Judge’s “Office Space” are flying First-Class to Sydney, Australia. During a layover at LAX, “the Bobs” meet the Reverend William Franklin Graham III, president of “The Samaritanos Purse” and heir of legendary C.I.A. Chaplin and precursor to the “bible-thumping” televangelists of them U.S. of A. : William “Billy” Franklin Graham Jr.
Meanwhile, in 335 C.E., “Team Jesus” beats « Team Zeus » in the battle of the Coliseum and The Church (Under the Milky Way, tonight).
also on page 435
“To love somebody”… [A]nd in Sydney, The Better Business Bureau takes it upon themselves, and probably a “City Manager”, to love their “TRAVELERS Checks” paying customers, such as former Initech “cap•turista de datos” MILTON WADDAMS, and avoid having to, or rather be compelled to honor the Money-Back Guantee Program and have Milton take his Traveller Checks to Banda Aceh in Indonesia, or to The Bahamas.
Name derived from the PAGAN(inni) Celtic « louk*-teih », which signifies “a place for politics…“, wait, No!!! Scratch D.A.T. there Wey! It translates to Frenchfrom Celt as, « a place of swamps », et au temps des ancêtres du le président Sarkozy, c’est–à-dire au temps des Gaulois, where the Préfecture of Police sits today, [M-Line 4 Cité], Santa Ge•No•Be•Ba la defendió en el Anno Domini 451 cuándo unos “clochardos” del equipo de los “Huns” atacó a los indios de la tribu celta quienes se Auto•Nom•bra•ban “los Parisii” y a partir de esa Victoria (p. 763) los indios de la tribu Parissii comenzarán a distanciarse de lo “pantanoso” que suelen ser los trámites en la hoy llamada “Île de la Cité” and, instead began to refer to Lutéce with the NOM•EN•Clature of Paris, it would take 1,336 years for THEM “Parisians” to remember the name Lutecia when ‘finally’ “Los Capitalinos del PSG” found it in their precious hearts to name a Street by honoring the Pagan roots of Notre-Dame de Paris; and in the Words of Catherine Denueve in the role of La Concha of a young Cecily Strong, ça… better still Franck: ISSY, c’est LA VÉRITÉ.