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🎶 Válgame, Santo Niñito, ya’Garrarón a José³

Érase que se era…

³~. Previously on “Guanacevi, Municipio de San José de Las Panochas”… The Ukraine girls were having non of it, just as the morena-hawaii delegation were enjoying their pineapple 🍍 margaritas, Omar Harfouch spilled the beans on Fatima’s aunt, the former President of the Mexican Senate, Mónica Fernández Balboa (Tabasco-morena party) and her daddy, Bernardo Bosch Hernández, a high-ranking petro-chemical engineer on the PEMEX payroll, currently advising the General Director of PEMEX Exploration abd Production.

Hot Chili Peppers in a blistering Thai Soup-REM, while listening to John Coltrane at Lumière.

It turns out that even at the highest levels, beauty pageants are run under “El Concurso de Belleza : La Reina de Bermejillo City²” rules, which happens to be sketchy at best. You can take my word for it, Eye dated at least three of them beauty queens back when Fenster The Copy Editor was chopping his teeth in Buffalo Ranch, Chihuahua.

²~. Formerly, Bermejillo Ranch.

Meanwhile, back at La Fiscalía General de la República (FGR) , Omar Harfuch (sin o) anticipaba ya desde las 9 de la mañanera de Claudia, un discurso para suavizar a los chayotes de Munoz.

Across The Atlantic…

It’s Odd House Washington-NOW :

It looks like teens kissing and one of Em# got fingerbanged.

The Jihadist and the Nazi

 

Intermission — La 7ª Obsesión de un Sueño Perro³

Lovefool en Morceau de cinéma, pg. 22 of La Septième Obsession ; nº 60 ; 10th Year Anniversary Edition. Septembre–Octobre 2025.

Arnie goes wild, fool just ate all of Gilbert’s grapes.

Si No Te Hubieras Ido → Marco Antonio Solís
Y Tú Mamá También → Alfonso Cuarón

O, como diría Jorge Saldaña que dirían los franceses:

comment un chanson devient indissociable d’un BLOG.

Grapefool

For the record, Öüï don’t select the jukebox tracks, that’s the job of our most esteemed copy editor, Fenster Quintero who, in this edition of asegovia3, graces the cover of a cinema review in France. The September- October edition features one of Jerry Lewis’s favorite kids, Arnie Grape of the syndicated sitcom, “Who’s Eating Gilbert’s Grapes?” where Arnie plays a mentally challenged Leonardo DiCaprio target practicing with spent or, empty PAM cooking spray aerosol canisters.

But WAIT!!! D.A.R.E. is more!!!

Öüï is sad to report that Marjolena Kalten-Portenbach never made it back from Rachida Dati’s cultural vacation, bee-ASS-it-may, stay tuned for details and, little tigres, —ConText.

Ladies and Gents… Fenster The Copy Editor

Love Your Enemies

Just a reminder, Donald… Charlie is dead, you sir, mister president, did. You killed Charlie Kirk.

Who is eating Gilbert’s grapes? Sources close to Fenster the Copy Writer relay that Öüï can’t be for certains en FIP who ate Gilbert’s grapes but Eye has a pretty-good-idea quién se fumó un Kilo Entero.

Móchate pa’Andar Iguales.

… en fin “Pam Bondi”, if that in fact is your real name, it is a stupid one, {and/or} Lemmy tells Ewe why bitch, because Lemmy is the Ace of Spades and a nigger-lover by trade:

Pam Bondi got her name because her mommie and daddy got horny while preparing breakfast in her auntie’s trailer park home in PIENSACOLA, Florida.

[Notre Nota for the editors]

Por decreto presidencial : todos los árboles en un museo de arbóles.

Issy-les-Editeurs, in this section the copywriters will take the reciprocal of all the sums (Σ) and twist, IT! (that motherfucker) Like Ewe just don’t care ; it’s Equinox They so “Rock Steady, Baby”, rock steady.

Para Lelos gram.

Alfonso, yo soy tu padre.

En resúmenes, mujer… me sully-bellas.

For the record, Charlie Kirk is Dead and that’s a fact, naturally, Donald John Trump went golfing instead of assisting his memorial.

Caro y Amparo.

🎶 Son tus perjúmenes, mujer
los que me sulivellan

In Paris, France, radiofrance went on strike to protest against the MEXICANIZATION of france culture 🟣 and an advertorial affront on their programming that could turn fip into a 🚐 mobile 📡 advertising 🤑 enterprise that peddles mattresses on Bastille Day or [during] any of France’s 150 paid holidays, which coincidentally the government, those blue-suit wearing bureaucrat basterds, are actively trying to cut down to 148.

El Ocho, ese.

🎶 los que me sulivellan

Case-in-point, Öüï started this coverage with Órbita 106.7 FM in Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua, a few months ago. Out of the blue 🔵, the internet transmission (relay) of that stations’ programming suffered a budgetary cut forcing the director there to send all program capsules to the Mexican Institute of The Radio (IMER in Spanish) in Mexico City via a dictaphone device first (or so it seems) considering the crappy sound that comes out of the speakers on the other side of the transmission once MEXICO CITY sends the integral part of Julio Guereca’s mamadas on to the “interwebs” and as one might imagine, listening to either Soda Stereo or Metallica in mono is shameful, to say the least; whereas Horizonte 92.3 FM, an IMER sister station on that spectrum sounds crisp and in Stereo™️.

🎶 son Tus perjúmenes mujer

It’s the tyranny of federalism and the Central Monopoly of Bureaucrats over the provinces, estados, or commonwealths (if youse from Kentucky or Pennsylvania).

Surely, there has got to be one of them Chicago Style motherfucker who wrote this spiel in AP Style for the M.L.A. crowd … irregardless-es-ese, Öüï’s gonna use a “Pasito Duranguense” on the “Chuntaro Song”.

🎶 Tus labios pétalos en flor
Como te soripeyan

Welcome, trackers! American Curious inside.

Ketch up.

Charlie don’t surf, because Charlie CHOKED on the smell of Fresh Mexicans in Chicago. Happy Trump TACO Tuesday.

Blatant Grand Theft Advert. Gand Theft Auto (Miami) is for fags.

In Hilo, Hawaii, Dolores apenas dió El Grito… FEY sang it best.

Masiosare un extraño gancho en el vestidor de Canelo.

Happy birthday mister Terror 👑 “Do you remember the 21st night of September?”

Fuck Chucky III… the meaning of a performance depended almost entirely on its BACKDROP 🎤 , period†.

🌗… Mr. Moonlight.

Synopsis: It’s a terrible flic… and in 1961 a different kind of horror was brewing from the L’Olympia, but for now let’s get back to September of 1637 in Loudon Town in France where the motherfucking abbé d’Aubignac is about to ask the demons Levia°Than and Lo°rou if there are more Pelagians in Hell, or Donatists†.

†~. Ibid., but fuck it let Mí drop a ref. for the un-initiated:
Theiss, W., p. 80_82 in The Journal of The History of Ideas, Vol. 84 – n° 1, January 2023.

½  Autumnal equinox observances in the Northern Hemisphere, vernERal equinox observances in the Southern Hemisphere ½

³~. GYPSY WimeN …
🎶 La da Dee la Dee da (5X) 🎹📺📻
… Previously on the body of the lay widdow Marie Beaulieu, d’Aubignac tried to converse with the demons (no less than SEVEN) inside of that po’WidoW, “♦ Oh, The Humanity ♦” and that ³Sorcellerie et politique sous ♦ Richelieu ♦³. Page 80, ibid.

 

« Hence, on that occasion the Pontiff referred to two of them: the Pelagian temptation and the temptation of Gnosticism. Thus it is that Francis told them, with regard to the first one, that the Pelagian temptation “pushes the Church not to be humble, disinterested and blessed. And it does so under the guise of a good“. Because Pelagianism “leads us to put our trust in structures, in organizations, in perfect planning, being abstract“. »

Translated with http://www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)

— 1947 Stephen King, American author and screenwriter

The Answer : BAD RELIGION
https ://www .vaticannews .va /es /papa /news /2018-03 /carta-placuit-deo-pelagianismo-y-gnosticismo-segun-el-papa

Page 81… He later studied her body with more of the same scrutiny:

Rolling Stone Magazine présents: never mind the Negro, JANN WENNER,, and DUST MY BROOM before Donatus comes in from Libya.

† When, in her exorcism on MONDAY 15 SEPTEMBER, sister Claire performed her contortions slowly and with languid mouvements, she found herself with her legs extended in a straight line, touching the EARTH with her two thighs. This is certainly difficult and painful, but not impossible. Many people even do this easily, once they PRACTICE… as an ITALIAN dancer did a hundred times in the THEATERS of PARIS, where one could observe that he had his son there, aged ten or twelve, to get him used to it.

— 1961 : Johnny Hallyday, qui vient d’avoir 18 ans, fait salle comble lors de son deuxième concert à l’Olympia

The concert hall would remain hunted by terrible rock and roll until the arrival of Trini López and some up-and-coming rosbifs who had just dropped the Silver part of Hamburg back at Capitol Records. Those chaps would of course inspire A Champagne Supernova in Lucy’s Sky or something like that! —And That’s The Way It Is, eh.

And in 1978, 🕖 Flavor Flav 🕗 sampled the 21st of September on an EARTH, WIND and FIRE beat. It soon became the official track of the infamous Virgil’s Dantenesque Purgatory tours.

— https://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Publio_Virgilio_Marone

! People who know, know that the abovementioned tours are guided by former employees of the Paris Tourism Board, and if you know who Stéphen Bern is, then you know that said frog has a special tour bus waiting for him just outside of the gate.

Los Hilos de Caro y la empresa de Alicia en el Paris 2

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Hippo Crits, behold:

Thanks, Obama.

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Across the Atlantic

 

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Katia ROUX of AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL is shocked, Alicia Leos, shocked³!!!

 Indio

The trick(le) Alicia… is to show your Work.

³~. That there’s gambling going on in the HOUSE.

Yes, Öüï knew this, know that staff knew.

Disclose said that French authorities under the presidencies of President François Hollande and President Emmanuel Macron were “constantly informed” of the developments by staff at “several military departments”, but that their concerns were ignored.

French reporter arrested over leaked secrets
Published

4 hours ago

The count is Three and Oh!

 

And, Ayman Moelhaldi³ it’s another Édition of the Captain Louis Renault Award.

³~. Sorry if I dismembered your last name

And here’s another thing that is conspicuously curious at el bendito Boulevard de Saint-Germain-des-Prés, Alicia Leo’s, not that someone who told Ana Anabitarte that she, meaning you was a journalist in the great state of Chihuahua, México, would care 💅…

That place that used to benefit from the Gutenberg Press(e) mile marker in Paris, France (knot the one Texas) is about to turn its internal bowels into a “networking” store, and Alicia Leos, not that you would care 💅, but that corner del Boulevard de las putas viejas de Gabo used to be called The SciencesPo School of Journalism, and here’s the kicker Mike Barnicle, —you son of a bitch! That used to be The New York Times Ivory Tower for their Paris correspondents. Haw’Bout that, COLUMBIA University, how about that! You coq sucking Sons of Bitches.

¡Ok, napolitano! Tú quieres hacerte el americano …

The return of Fenster the Copy-as-he-speaks_writer:

https ://twitter .com /SegoArma /status /s=20

Ré-silience en Re-Silenzio… 🎹 📢 ♟️ 🎬

As with Évry thing French ⚜️, all that the ruler-in-Chief has to do is change the name of one racket 🏸for a motherfucking bronze paddle 🏓.

Cognac, one pussy punch at a Thyme.

 

Earlier on, “Thank’s 🇲🇦 for going ARMY” :

Nice job if you can get it, and Ewe can get it, if Youse All That You Can motherfucking Be, so long Ewe are very French when you do it, just like Jupiter did when he was in charge of placing the “mementos” of young-jews deported to Poland, indeed 🇲🇦, Be all the Napolitano that Ewe can Be.

What’s The Matter With Kids Today? — NOFX [whatso-fucking-ever] 🌉 Heavy Petting Zoo, (1996).

La Marine lance un cours de préparation pour aider les recrues à perdre de la graisse corporelle et à se qualifier pour servir… Oh, les Sacré Fritos de Notre Dame de fip French 🍟 and WHINE, — y’ah fat fucks.

https ://www .stripes .com /branches /navy /2023-04-21 /navy-sailors-recruits-fitness-course -9878715 .html

Rendition? That’s Greek for the Yanks and Chinese for the Frogs, them Rosbifs insist that their ancestors stopped at Caledonia and that there’s no such thing as an “Australia”, arguing that it’s all a Mel Gibson production like the one he produced about la Gran Tlaxcala.

 

Any how, the fries are always crispier on the crispest high-definition screen, take for instance last week’s numero uno of Le Parisien as Öüï compares apples to apples and chicks for peas:

Pomme de terre

La grande dessertion

One in three young-bloods throws in the napkin before the end of their meal course. This is a phenomenon of unprecedented proportions, [bigger than a Quarter Pounder or one of those faggety Le Royal™Deluxe] a sign of the lack of attractiveness of military chow as compared to The Melle. Pitch Award advertisement sector pretentious mignardise.

Hechos del dia ~ P. 2  y 3
N° 24463 ; vendredi 21 avril 2023

Got Ketchup?

On the next América does Benny Blanco from Belleville, Chi Chi goes to Napoli ⚽… El Niño Luc 🤔 stays in Milan but Saint-Germain-des-Prés don’t care. More Happy™Meals 🍟 at Odéon. That fucker Delacroix is all giddy with Jacob at Saint Sulpice, probably because🎷 Slick Willie’s 🎶 vibes remain at the Orthodox joint below 🧀 from that ol’Wake of the Guy who told his UN guy to just say no.

But FO’ist!

I promised you a Wall for the next Grand Mexican Gig in The Sky, for now i’m-ah—gonna-drop this PAYwall first just for bibliographical purposes and for a semi-fair sort-of use of ALL MEDIA:

https ://www .leparisien .fr /economie /emploi /un-petit-tour-et-puis-sen-vont-ces-soldats-qui-plaquent-larmee –21–04–2023–

Let’s talk shop, motherfuckers, “Chop-chop, let’s go-go” you are all burning daylight and Marc Conruyt at the French Army recruiting siege of Saint-Mande [Ud., Mí Général] is about to get a re-fresher course in Guerrilla Grills and other assorted value meals out there.

For starters, the French Army (in France, of course) might very well be the largest employer of The Fifth Republic, but I bet you Serge Gainsbourg’s piano 🎹🚭  that I know which CLOWN [who coincidentally has been missing for a good LUSTRO or so] comes in second:

 

… and not to be outdone by César’s DAUGHTER, Juanito Leguizamo crosses The Poto’MAC, —The Pot’Omac, son! The Poto’MAC.

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