So… scene iii of, what the fuck was last news cycle about? Will return after this brief told-you so moment.
No, Hallie Jackson, we don’t have a crystal ball; only Crystal Waters, but we can tell you that our premonitions were right on target.There was no such thing as a “New Zealand” on the map.
Until the god-damned Sweeds threw in the by–the–numbers assembly instructions… and you know, that’s exactly how La Tunisie (Carthage) got fucked by R O M A.
Happening right now:
It’s showdown at El Chuco’s Evergreen Barnhouse. Right now, the meerkats are building an appetite, and Victoriano Huerta is sitting ringside.
As the cucarachas get rounded up into la barra de los espontaneos, Donald Trump is busy showcasing his new line of ‘in-door’ hair spray.
The Jinggle: Because sometimes those Central Air Units can really fuck with the ‘pacas de paja’, o la brocha de cal
que te tapa que te cubre el coco.
Anygüey, Marianne, would you like Some Meat Loaf?
TimeStamp: 13:40 in Central Nato Times. We switch it over to Willie Guiest and a ghost from the ‘stans. The Longest rayathon Yard follows: