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Hoy no hubo cafecito on the Katie Phangs Show

Segovia y Serrano

 

“So it goes”… of butchers and nazies. And contrary to what Mister Asvazadourian ⚜️ says about the Parisian weather report, it’s fucking raining, fucking Sun King ain’t doing shit right now, that bum is lollygagging around sleeping on the job, “dock that frog an EON’s pay for nappin’ on the Orbit”. Öüï had to go to the Opus (they) to cut GarcíaDIEGO at the PASS 🤠.

Lola y La Ciencia… no tiene arte.

https ://twitter .com /AsvazadourianJP /status / En este día soleado en París 🇲🇫, les deseo un excelente domingo ☕️🥐 /s=20

There is a Mingus Among U.S., period!

… and Reverend Al, even the IMER weekend edition hostess agrees, “It’s not a VACATION, it’s a Sabbatical if youse Kosher and a Hiatus if you practice what you preach.

Meanwhile, the very fellow that wants to unearth Nancy Reagan’s “I pity the fool who just says no to drugs campaign” (G. Darmanin) is predicting that MARINE Le Pen is going to win the next French elections, tough call for a Current Secretary of The Interior to make, especially when your boss, the motherfucking President of France is trying to make his point on the magazine Racks of Marianne. Suffice to say Ambassador Asvazadourian, this tale reads like a Tijuana Bibles for the land that worships the flashing boob, ALSO, aussi, no “Arabia dresses” on school grounds, you can smoke all you want, or fuck your teachers brains out, but no “Arabia dresses” in the classroom.

Persiana americana.
The Cherif is a Widow. Banda Sonora by Count Basie.

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Tacos chinos de Xicali en el Beaubourg — DAFT Tacos de Ensenada

Earlier in the transmission:

The California Pinto League, at Chino Heights just across from the 🤙 Loma Linda Crooks ✌️, is proud to welcome The Pharmer John’s Conspiracy Convict Tabernacle Choir from Oh, Hi-O’ into the Phrame.

PLAY BALL!

Oh, that’s Foul Territory: please stand for The National Anthem, get yer’ Crackers, Jacques.

 

Featuring, The Sopranos and the new version of CARMEN at the Bpi, ladies in Gemini please clap yo’palms FO’, Patty “red crotch” PETIBON!!!!

Now, to be perfectly fair I don’t believe that el Lic. Carlos Prieto, curador del montaje en Mexicali selected (himself) the Original Score (ONE MORE TIME by Daft Punk) for the clip about the ballad, or the legend, or el cuento chino about an unspecified number of Asian people that apparently lost their life, or were murdered, or disappered near an inactive volcano named CERRO PRIETO near the coast lines of el Golfo de California.

Y no, Catherine BIZERN at the 45th EDITION of RÉEL 2023 on the bottom part of the Beaubourg, NO! —I don’t blame Mr. Prieto for the poor choice of music selected to introduce a regional landmark that like it or not, defines a big LOT of the history of Mexicali at the dawn of the last century in Mexico, instead I blame the staff at “La Gaceta UABC”, and so the staff of “La Gaceta³” leaves me with no other choice but to dance to the beat that Mexicali plays, if nothing more and for no particular reason because this here motherfucking trip started at the end of “La Ruta Centenario | Bicentenario de la Independencia de México y de la Revolución Mexicana », in 2010 when the French in L.A. said « d’accord, entrez », tenga su pinche visa profesional, ahora Sr. Segovia, cuéntenos una de VAQUEROS en Francia… mais il faut dire “s‘il vous plaît“.

³~. Quite possibly a godson or daughter of the alternating political powers in Mexicali, to call it nepotism is just TO DISCONTINUE the challenge of LOOKING at MEXICO in the EYE and relay to MARCELO EBRARD: I Gotcha, Bitch!

Problematizando en Cachanilla, anyhow, Susana PubEda, don’t tell Emily “tu paisana” Munera, but the chino in question was named Rodolfo, and every one in the region referred to him by his first name, and the life in Yellow 🟡 life that he lead.

HOWEVER, Camaron Cachanilla, I will dock you a THEY’s PAY for “proposing problems” and quite possibly, “nappin’ on the job”.

Produced by Nick Gold, from the cancelled visa at The Buenavista Social Club…

¡Es cosa del otro Jueves!

For context, little ol’Eye had the opportunity to shop at Mr. Chong’s general merchandise store in a little railroad stop smacked in the middle of El Bolsón de Mapimí between San José de Las Panochas and, Ceballos, Durango; the doorway to La Zona del Silencio antes de arribar a YERMO, antes de Escalón.

Mr. Chong sold his store right after López Portillo nationalized the banks and the Chong’s, as I remember moved to Torreón… [ in case youse wondering³ what this post has to do with Mr. Prieto’s “Cerro Prieto” Expo en Mexicali, Baja California, just two weeks ago…] anyhow, years later, at least two decades after Mr. Chong emigrated from the Ejido to El Pueblo de Torreón, i saw Mr. Chong, but in another form. His descendants took his body back to that Ejido en El Bolsón de Mapimí and buried his rests there. So to answer Juanito Guanavacoa’s son in Canada, ‘YES’ Juanito J.R., you may Copy-Paste the text and knowing your kind, o sea, pinches chilangos, I know that you are going to claim it —now that your daddy is French,— for yourself. Enjoy motherfuckers.

³~. https ://humanitas .uanl .mx /index .php /ah /article /view /1733# :~:text =LA MASACRE OLVIDADA: LA MATANZA DE CHINOS EN TORREÓN

Why would you look at Em nombres.

So, with that out of the güey, let’s talk about xenophobia, and for that we begin at the Latin American House in Paris, France, where Jorge Harmodio, an ex-patriado from Mexicali, Lower California, to that lovely pueblo donde se dan los corruptos y lambiscones —llamado— Ecatepec, Edo. de México, is standing by with Ely Guerra; —Julieta Venegas, from San Diego, California, is in Burdeos at another of MARCELO Ebrard’s presidential campaign events (in 2011).

CIGARROS a HONG KONG follows.