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And now, the moment Ewe’ve all been waiting 4 ♠️

A Whole lotta Fuckery going On, and then there’s the Baseball angle inside of Nicolás Maduro’s jail cell in Manhattan.

It’s Time To Say Goodbye… Arepa 🫓 beats Marinara 🍝 Sauce… 🤌🏼🤌🏼🤌🏼

But seriously Volks, who da’Fuck is Nino Ferrer and who told that prick to go crazy with the cheese-whiz on them cornichons? But most importantly, what-with-all of Donald John Trump’s call-for-help in that fucking STRAIGHT  [1♠️, 2 ♠️, 3♠️, 4♠️]  in Iran, ain’t it a Bitch when your team goes beyond the call of Aaron Judge’s “ringraziamentos” to make an example out of Mexicans only to be relegated to the 3rd place in the tournament of beis⚾.

Trump Gestapo-wannabe chief Greg Bovino to retire, the “commander-at-large” leaves with the backbents of his Nazi-looking trench 🧥 coat between his legs.

The GWAR on ‘Tiques Report… A History of FAKE valor on The Trump beeping sound on MS NOW BC 📟 beep 📟 beep 📟 beep 📟… 🇨🇺

 

Park life… looking back it’s still a bit fuzzy with Blur in the Seine.

Ol’ the peep ol’ — so many peep ol’ 🩸

 

Sources close to Ithica relay that indeed, “goddamn right it’s a beautiful day » period! And if Ewe’s been paying Attention then you know that NOW is time to go back to Los Feliz where Griffith J. Griffith is off-course looking at the stars.

Hoy no hubo poli-ticks… only Italian Meatballs without a Country en Venecia Beach.

And, Katty Kay, is that deep green youse wearing the same shade like the one that Al Pacino wore on/in Serpico?

Happy Birthday US Army, sincerely, Marquis de Lafayette

Wo früher meine Leber war, ist heute eine Minibar

… it’s Munich’s birthday, just in time to start the festivities in Berlin, and I swear that Eye is Knot making this up.

… just don’t ask Henry The Horse, becuase he is a natural enemy of  Henry The  Löwenbräu.

It’s Beer Thirty at The Morning Mika’s Show… Prost! Now, by the time that the 4th hour of The Al Franken Show arrived, Chris Matthews had downed an entire keg of Milwaukee’s Best [Champagne] and Mara Gay was downing chasers and challenged Mika for to a Wet T-Shirt contest… Oh Deer! Cousin Joe is plastered on the Güey tú early, set.

Contra puntos… 1982, Margaret Thatcher celebrates the conditional surrender of La Argentina en Las Falkland Islands.

🍻… any minute now, Schiltz is going to be Schlitz out of luck and Joe Scarborough is going to go on a Frontier Gibberish Rant.

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𝄆 Aquí se queda la clara… y porque no apuntarlo 👉🏽 ciertas transparencias.

 

Now before we get to our favorite year, month and They, Adrienne Elrod just tipped the Budweiser Clydesdale ponies and that Crazy bitch kicked the Dalmatian off of the beer truck.

Any how it’s Flag Day in Hawaii, and here is Joe Scarborough talking American exeptionalism gibbrish and pondering with Willie Geist if Don King kicked the spit bucket already:

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As a matter of fact, it was the very French in 1777 who selected the name for The 1775 Continental’s Army tabloid “Thee Stars and Stripes”, following Adolph Hitler’s Night of the living ANSCHLUSS in March of 1938 and the Very Consequential Nazi Occupation of Paris, France, on a day like today, in 1938… Hitler’s incursion into Paris was an example of “Time-delayed Karma” for the beginning of the French colonization of Algeria in 1830 and for declaring Arabic a “foreign language” in that African colony.

Over at the Avi Velshi’s “book banned club”, it’s Filthy Animals of the Bible, by Dorothy P. Lathrop. The author of that book won a prestigious children’s book award and it convinced the Vatican in 1966 to abolish the “Index Librorum Prohibitorum which was instituted by Cardinal Ximénez (of Monty Phyton’s fame) way back in 1557, and here is where Öüï takes the time to Claire-if-Eye that Milwuakee is fine, Boston!!! Now that’s a shit town, and here is why:

https ://www .cnn .com /2024/06/14 /europe /pope-comedians-vatican -intl-hnk /index .html

Because it happened in JUNE, in June, Willie Geist, June the 10th to be precise when Bridget MAGNUS was not expecting the Spanish Inquisition, because as Cardinal Ximénez says, “Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition”, or something like that, anyhow, on June the 10 Bridget (now BISHOP) was poked with the soft cushions, tied to the infamous “Comfy Chair”, and then she was hanged with a guitar string, and all of the Boston beaners celebrated with BECK’s cult in Saint-Denis 93000.

https ://www .ibras .dk /montypython /episode15 .htm

 

We now return to Adventures in interpretation* with Marie-Ange Schiltz

*~. And justice for all, it’s Mel Brooks’ birthday.

https ://www .leparisien .fr /faits-divers / death-of nahel_scenes-of-looting-and-ransacking-in-the-heart-of-paris–30-06-2023

Eyes on the ball, it was a perfect no-Hitter at La Samaritaine where Jay-Z made New York, New York, famous again [según él], Émilie Munera was at the Point Neuf reºgatºeanºDOºseº un huipil de contrebande de Pharell Williams’ “clochard collection”.

Ensayo de vida, continued… and to celebrate the return of la Urbanidad en la cancelación de las jornadas de información de France Musique Jean-Baptist Enfants cancelled the entire month of June 2023 from his work-schedule.

Hypocritical tangent in with Mediapart via Musique Matin with J-P Mo’urbain.

7h40 – La chronique d’Antoine Pecºqueºurº : qu’est-ce que le journalisme culturel³ ? Pour sa dernière chronique dans Musique Matin, il nous donne sa définition du journalisme d’investigation dans le secteur culturel, un domaine ambigu et paradoxal… which is code for backstabbing son’s of a Happy Bitch without A Roof.

³~. It’s whatever your Excellency y sus mercedes wish it to be as it is your divine right.

On l’a rue de Rivoli, La Samaritaine witnessed how the Monk on l’a rue de Bourdonnais got raped. It’s a “Signé” that C.C. de Chorœægrafía will have to weave into her matinale con mister Urbanidad.

Où en suis-je,
à présent,
avec les personnes à la rue ?

Los Hilos de Mariana X. Rivera, tercera y última con la llanura de Xochistlahuaca y sus féminas graves

https ://www .theguardian .com /commentisfree /2023/jun/27 /worlds-richest-man-bernard-arnault-france-philathropy-billionaire-class

Page 177Three:
One morning, a new one, sitting on the ground in rue Montmartre, clean, red anorak, nothing by his side. Twelve hours later, the night is cold, it’s raining he’s still there. I pass by. Days go by, he stays. One morning, the place is empty. Has he found a solution? No, he’s moved to Montorgueil. And as he passes, I strike up a conversation. A banal story, William is English, he mumbles, not very convinced, about going back to his girlfriend, who kicked him out.
Since then, William hasn’t moved, but a few things are beginning to hang to cluster around him, a paper bag, a cloth that looks like a blanket, a cushion that insulates him from the cold. William won’t move until the store that he is loitering in front of asks him to.

 

AFFIRMATIVE ACTION Bites The Dust and people who buy Louis Vuitton’s French luxury brands don’t care. If you want it then you should have made a PROBLEM of that Bitch, Jay Z.

Page 177, ¶ Four:
Why was I so attached to William and not to the young woman sitting a few feet away from him? This is the store, a tolerant business, it seems. The filthy drunks don’t stay long, but others are regulars. The image of Alain, a veteran at La Bagagerie, it’s been a while since he held the storefront. Years of aging in all weathers beautiful…
—End of page 177

But FO’ist! Breaking on Deadline, “C’mon!” President Biden just obtained South Korean citizenship, thus shaving two years off of his birth certificate. The White House strategy scheme upset the Land of The Rising Sun’s Prime Minister after Secretary of State Anthony Blinken had assured the Japanese PM, Fumio Kishida, that Joe was feeling Japanese, on a Mexican Radio.

Yo, bring it on down… “Someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt 🩸

 

Tenga su quequi³

³~. Mexican anglicism for CAKE, as in: Ewe may have ton thon queki de tuna y atún and Eat, IT!, tú, Aussie.

But seriously, “And Justice for All!” compared to what? But first, here is what Freddy Cats “action figurines” look like behind the counter of a real panadería:

Ahhh … Justice ⚖️.
Page 178, ¶ One (Interrupted development in the Clitoris of infatuation… Continued from ¶4, p,177.)
_ man with whom I’ve never managed to make contact, on my way, standing or slouching on the same sidewalk, then one day , 💨, he’s gone.

 

https ://www .proceso .com .mx /nacional /2023/6/28 /l-epouse-d-un-trafiquant-de drogue-été abattue-a-l-interieur-d-une~boulangerie_(Vidéo)

A Closer Cake 🎂

Get Crazy with The Cheez Whiz. Seoul…a-mente Korea _ AP News. To celebrate the new Turn Back The Years Reel, South Koreans around the world celebrated, with you’ve guessed it, Cheez Whiz.

Ladies in Gemini… It’s Denisa and The Pussycats

Hey there, Josie, that drummer there’s gotta take la Papisa test… and another thing, Madame Kerschova, if you find Ontario’s French accent amusant, wait till you get a load of dis.ent 🤯

PÉNURIE DE SAUCE SRIRACHA DUE À LA SÉCHERESSE AU MEXIQUE

But first, we [the staff] remind our non-readers that Öüï has nothing to do with the recent tilt-shift of our planet Axis and Eye said that, the shortage of Sriracha in the coming THEYS is in no way related to the shortage of chiles in Mexico and Évry-thing to do with a thing called Climate-Change and an on-going drought that is turning Spain into an arid ARYAN wasteland [pending results of PM’s Sánchez SNAP-election on July 23]

A Closer Look… yup, that drummer there’s got some major aguacates between them loins!

https ://www .animalgourmet .com /2023/06/27/ escasez-de-salsa–sriracha–sequia–mexico/

A Closer Look… Soy, un perdedor. The Winner is: La Valentina

El Carnal de las estrellas de HAUSSMANN 🎩 in reel 🎥 time.

 

🎶 Forces of evil in a boNzo nightmare…

It’s another edition of “Miss Heard’s Lyrics” from The Mothership.

“Cut it…”,  it’s an “off-the-record” mouvement.

 

Soy sauce, it’s like an army without a compass. So, for all intents and purposes, right now it’s Primetime in Hilo, Hawaii, and 2011 in Famaºgusta, Chipre, and my 16 hundred horses have been delayed on their way to Havre, the same port from which Alexis Tocqueville, de Francia set sail from on it’s way to claim Democracy for General Phillipe Petin, or something along them stitches 🪡.

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And, the chilaquiles just don’t care… because El sope está enºtoºmatadoº, pass La Valentina³

³~. So, in the times of “las lágrimas de perro” por pillo, Clemente 🐔 Jacques industrialized a salsa 🌶️ that those French motherfucker’s from the Great State of Delaware-sur-Potomac, baptized as Salsa 🕺🏽 Búfalo… it had a shelf-life, so by the Time that EL GATT 😼 entró en México, and all of the nuclear engineers emigrated to Los Ángeles, California, to become taxi drivers, or Robert Downey Junior’s, gardeners, there was only one thing that Sean Penn (that motherfucker) could do, The Stark Coffee Company diversified onto Clemente’s territory and introduced la salsa Valentina, it’s like Siriachia with no shelf-life, legend has it that OPPENHEIMER stole the recipe from a burrito vendor on the SET of {Fat Man} and {Little Boy} in San José de Las Panochas, Durango.

It’s been done before.

In Local Twitter® news:

Hear Ye’ — hear Ye’, the French Ambassador to México, the Excelentísimo señor Jean-Pierre Asvasadourian, or his Twitt Monkees, have muted my CONºVERSºATION tamaulipeca from his pretty-little Mexican 🌮 PROºPAºGanda 🥐.

What’s the matter, mister Excmo., are you like French, or just a little CUNT?

If only the Paris Tourism Board
had the fucking Imagination.

Context? Ewe can’t handle the context*.

 

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Not unlike the moral right in the Trapeze of Jason Mott³, a British cunt who claims that he wrote “A Hell of A Book” but that nigger doesn’t even know what trou tacos taste like, let alone what a Mexican Peso is worth, he inherited cotton but never had to pick the bol’ :

Page 58…

I STEP OFF THE PLANE LOOKING LIKE A MILLION EUROS AND FEEL-ing like about two pesos.

³~. Hell of a book, by Jason Mott, a British cunt in my faction.

Outshined? C’mon now Minnesota, North Carolina, the two Virginia’s and CaCa’laki (South Carolina) ain’t got nothing on Tabasco, the original, not that acid vinegar from New Orleans.

Book it! The entire FICTION Phucks. And here is why, on the same motherfucking page, and the one before (nº 57, if youse keeping count of them cunts) because it is obvious that the jury panel either skipped the Angry Husband on a hot airplane landing or those sons-of-bitches don’t know what “So it goes” is supposed to mean, and if Mott was being “ironic” like a Pearl Jam³ fan, then he clearly’s never been to DRESDEN EN TIEM-pos de hambre en Saint-Germain-des-Prés.

³~. Or fans of Serge Gainsbourg who come to the Ol’ Alice Cooper nightmare shack to search for the precise word, which of course in-and-of itself is always a “con” and not a SANS.

Page 57/58:

Hell of a Book tour takes me out of the Midwest—with it’s flat earth and angry husbands— and deposits me somewhere on the West Coast this time, yada, yada, yada…

¶ … yada, yada, … In Florida—I remember sweaty armpits and air humid enough to drink— {kinky⁸}…

The plane landing out west is a little bumpier than expected. Yada, yada, yada… —from the fuselage to fun-sized pretzel bag— is shaking, So naturally, I assume we’re in a free fall and death 

End of page 57.

Meanwhile at The Toledo…

Start of page 58:

is imminent. I reach out and grab the hand of the man sitting next to me and tell him I love him, I’m proud of him, and that I hope there are Nic Cage movie marathons in the afterlife.

Then the announcement comes that we’ve landed wherever we are and everything between me and the gentleman next to me feels odd and out of place all of a sudden.

So it goes. 🛬

Tabasco. Birth place of the current Mexican President, just south of La Louisiana, and in this section the student will remember that salsa 🌶️  has no correlation to merengues 🥐. This is your cue to ignore the CAUCES in translation.

As Promised… una de Mel Brookz.
— So, mister “Beck”, it says here that, « In the time of chimpanzees » you was a monkey. How do you explain, la Scientology, you son-of-a-bitch?

After the break, it’s a Closer Look.