Pg. 17 Les Fils du Vent — and “a closer look”

Sumario, pg. 140, “Tout* ce que l’on peut faire en compagnie des CheVaux”; ediciones NATHAN.

Claire Lefebvre, en Gründ; 2005, “1000 infos les chevaux”, de Marion Curry .:. ACC4C9F6-7C17-45AC-A06F-48B9D8EC648A ➿ Es, ciertamente, John Mill Ackerman, lo que tu suegro (Q.E.Paz D.) llamaría « una chicanada », aquí en la OCDE.

*Todo, menos la charreada. Incluso, el capítulo que trata sobre las actividades que se pueden hacer con un caballo (o una yegua si eres LatinX) arranca con una proclamación disfrazada de contenido advirtiendo quiénes son la autoridad que controla dichas actividades.

AnyHOW, Rachel Maddow, the good Milton Freidman fans at BFM’er TV probably think that our triangulation in TechNiColor is about la tal Perrine Storme or about La Caballera* del Zodíaco, knot knowing that Hamburgers in Paradise is just around the corner just before… Wait for IT!, wait… SEMINARY SCHOOL au Molineaux. Now unless you are aware of where all of the Saint Sulpice minor league training camp Padres come from you’ll miss out on the Mystery of Willie Geist being a big “Big” fan of Los Molineros de Issy, which are the Satélite equivalent of VERO BEACH for the San Diego PADRES in the Catholic Church.

Ladies in Gemini… the presidential medal of freedom*

When Jimmy Buffet met Ziggy they had “HAMBURGERS in Paradise.” IN•Deed, Rachel Maddow, indeed .:. 6E2CEF48-02CB-4367-8F74-D9F46EB433A5 .:. Big Fernand was hiring at the time and, this is IMPORTANT for the JACK DORSEY crowd, Jacques Higelin (a French singer) was being asked by a Seine Siren if Öüï was an outlaw? Higelin’s answer was of course, “J’espère”, or Something like, does the Sun sets on a Hypercube à La Défense?

Oh, hey Hallie Jackson! i didn’t realize that you support your local Latin X community… well, nobody’s perfect. Survey here says Öüï still dig your waves.

* football… Anyhow, congratulations to Alabama, you guys are the Champions, (in the TROU sense of what Freddy Mercury meant to imply with that song when Queen rocked you) but before Trump gets to his border waltz rendez-vous, do take a closer look at those WaterBurger Eyes:

Lomo de búfalo bufado… Öüï didn’t kill the cow… pero “tanto peca él (o LA) que mata la vaca, como aquéllos/ellas que le agarraron la pata”.

 Bullit¹ Proofing a story for Zita Arrocha at the Cotton Hall on The UTEP Campus, right there at the Sam Donaldson underground bunker. Pura Vida, profe, ¡pura Vida!

OLD GANNETT known News for dummies: https ://eu. usatoday .com /story /news /politics /onpolitics /2018/02/27 /house-members-can-charge-taxpayers-bulletproof-vests-guards /379469002/

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1. Steve McQueening an independent story that began to unravel at The Sun Bowl. Now, if you are wondering what The Loué 24-Hour Le Mans pilot is doing here, know that if The El Paso Times would have covered Ciudad Juarez, Chihuahua in 2005, when the “shit hit the fan” then doña Kate would have learnt from QUINTANA-Woodstock that Next To where FRANK Sinatra got his “quicky divorce” (just across the Santa FE Bridge) casi esquina con la Calle Stanton y Laboratorios Camacho, en El Paso, Steve McQueen smoked his last FAROS in a clinic that is no longer D.A.R.E. in Ciudad Juarez

This has BEAN: gerundiando la noticia, con Steve McQueen.

Ketching-up in radio silence… [K]eep your squelch on

So, this guy… The Jerry Lewis on a motorcycle, for the French, i am not sure (yet) if this fellow is a Cantinflas or a Tin Tan. Now Mr. George Will, fuck you and keep the letter “ese”, out of the condemned alphabet soup of WASPian justice.

Let’s Play Hardball, there’s an opening for Capitol Police “top cop”… Goooooooo, Chris Matthews!

Now, Mr. Will, please be advised that right now i am writing you this in Hilo, Hawaii, time where it’s Oh-five 33′ in the early evening, you know Mr. Will, as those dangOn peacocks say in New York/New Jersey: on the Other Side of the CLOCK.

NOTE TO BFM’er TV and Radio 105.5 FM France Info:

My deer, motherfuckers… about that U.S. Transportation Secretary that you non-conspicuously mentioned on your conspicuos stationary news tickers of your FO’ist Edition.

_—\•!•/—_  Cher Antoine Forrestiere, regardez vato,  je dois retourner sur el terreno de Technicolor®️, donc please refer aux épisodes d’Elaine Benes [/] Ashley Chevalier of just a few days ago. En d’autres termes, M. Forrestiere, ne le prenez pas personnellement, ne pensez pas que ce cri vous concerne. Ashley l’a cru pendant une brève minute et où se trouve Ashley maintenant, M. Forresteire ? Probablement au Kansas, mais c’est besides de The Yellow Brick Road et d’autres assorted chatos.

So, yeah, Mr. Forrestiere, when your news compilers get on the Donald Trump “gravy train” by reporting on the last of the Mo’hick-annes (pronounced Mo•He•Cannes) departing  like RATS on a sinking ship and your producers fail the mention the pedigree of said rats, you cheat the French people of vital information that correlates the causation that sunk the afore-alluded imaginary OVAL vessel.

Now i am not placing the MANUFACTURE of CONSENT for the wife of the former Leader of The Senate, Moscow Mitch McConnell on you Mr. Forrestiere, —knot at all— i blame the REPTILIAN nature of FOX News en Française,  after all, you Sir; or rather Bonhomme, were engaged during The Way Too Early hour at The Old Fucker’s Oak Lodge Bar and Grill and you sir may or may not have been aware of Manu Chao’s aunt.

Now about those freq’s on the 105.5 wave on La Seine, please give me Three Steps and Eye knows, that there’s [but] One Way Out, and this is LAST WEEK TODAY.

Over at the Bri-Why stream, Jimmy CarVile just ran over Pepe LePew… preliminary reports suggests that CarVile, who rose to fame plotting pranks with Socks the Cat against the Valiant, Loyal and humblE “Buddy”, the chocolate Labrador at the 42nd edition of The White House, was caught listening to a little figurine with wings whispering orders into his left ear canal.

Previously on, Dear: Tiny Tiny Cat

note to editors:
some of “the cats” names have been changed in order to protect the big elephant of The Wise Men.

https ://www .bbc .com /news /world-africa-55522236

Anyhow, Ashley Chevalier, it is for the best. Trust Mí, holiday flings are not meant to last. I knew last Friday that MGMT was going to have none of IT!, period*!

Stranger things have happened, so it’s Knot a long stretch (a random length) and tie the time that Ari Melber’s long lost illegitimate nephew, pictured ⬆️ above without dentils would cover the latest developments of the Florence Cassez enlèvement syndicate in France.

Heck, even “The Elves” at « El Patron’s » siege changed the freq’s to the CNEwS Matin beat. It appears that the illegitimate step-sister of Ron Weasley  runs things over yonder (at CNEWS Matines, not at “El Patroni’s” siege), Sin Embargo [Ashley] Eye told you that this post was KNOT about you (punto y coma) it has always been about our effort to reach the Media-Part. And in the following block… [see what Eye did there] i am going to attempt to land this bitch on Mr. Laske’s firewall, which happens to be headquartered just across “La Adelita” on Passage Brulon (75012).


But FO’ist!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ¡¡¡ÓRALE!!!— Öüï interrupts the programming to bring Yasmin Vassoughian’s green robe a message from “The Seven Sisters” via “Messier 45”, please stand-by for Dolly.

My fellow Tennesseans, Big Benders, and off-course, the Volunteers, I am coming to you from The Pleiades to remind you that the month of January is the Universe Be Kind to Food Servers Month, especially if these food servers are volunteers... or What‽ Did you think that the TRAY Shape (plateau en Frog-speak) of Tennessee was put on the map just to hold those fuckers in Kentucky on The Plate, eh‽

note to programmers: my fellow earthlings please do not try to adjust your settings, Dolly Parton’s voice must be modulated by Melissa Villaseñor on account that hearing Dolly’s pure unadulterated signal from across our known —and established— universe would rip your precious  timps 👂🏼 to shreds.

The outer limits… starring Claire McCaskill’s  sweater. Senator McCaskill, in case you are wondering is the long–lost misplaced granddaughter of Calamity Jane, the patron Saint of Missouri, The Ozarks and, the greater Saint Louis metro area. The sweater is an old prop of the trade and it goes to show just how many squares you can fit on Claire’s frame.

AND WITT that in mind, Stephanie Rulhe, don’t think that Öüï didn’t get to see you in green earlier before Ms. Jackson’s Dark garb, which reminds u.s. that January is also the “Midnight Rambler Awareness Month” or, as they call these fuckers in El Ey: Richard Ramírez Observance mess… look it up, because it’s Trou!!!


We now return to a Closer and Clear and Present MESSIER N° 45, —danger by any other tolls— and for D.A.T., Nicole Wallace gets to stick around, and here’s why General Powell, because “the rest of the story” gets to be enunciated in the voice of Paul Harvey, as read by former Prime Frog Minister, Mr. Dominique de Villepin. In this section you don’t even have to know how to play checkers, you just need to be certified as an ISO “Just-in-time” black belt Venn Diagram handler. And Witt that in mind, let me first introduce myself

Hello, my name is Armando Segovia and you might remember Mí from Fall SEASONS classics such as “Octubre Tenía Que Ser” and “A funny thing got swept-up on the way to The Forum”.

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