Dear, Media Part… you French cocksuckers, madddafuckers

And, Madame Hidalgo, Zeppelin goes here, and Ewe know My Heart Would Know that Hawaii is always blue 💙 ask The King, Robert Plant and Alison Krauss .. Goooooo, Dodgers.

Viva Las Vegas. En cartelera… Los Misterios de Iberia a un lado de Barcelona, en la rue de Temple, off–Course.

Now, in the previous segment Eye relayed to y’all motherfuckers that this was going to be a double header, and with that in mind…

Dedicated to Fey (sorry if I misspelled your name) at Emmaüs… I know that you want my Dick in You.

Fey, by the Way, is short for Viejas FEYas!

This chapter is called, pena ajena, or how I Learned to love Misha y sus mexicanos en Saint Merry…

En contexto, México is burning… It’s February of 2011 (Spring to be exact in time-delayed magic 🪄) and the Barbara Carol de Obeso’s show had just been scratched. Tunisia, was effervescent, but most importantly, Phat Basterd, a fellow by the nomenclature of “Juanito Guanabacoa”, of faggety FPP fame was not in the Seine.

Your pussy, my rod… bring Melle. Pitch.

First Sunday in Paris. It’s cold as fuck, and not a god-damned supermarket is opened, and the Arab shops don’t accept credit cards, just like the taco shop at Cinéma Mexique. To make things worst, I’ve just ran out of Tramadol®️ and the weed is a pipe dream in Montreuil, hash is plenty, but fuck, nigga! Where’s the grass? Are you not Like the COOLIO³ of this motherfuck? Long story short, it took nearly a year to secure good weed, and when I ran out, the dealer grew a revolutionary heart and he flew back to Mali. I never heard from him again. But if you are in on the JOKE, IN 2015, Dr. Poisson’s colleague from the LAB moved next to that cat’s studio in Levallois. Of course you have had to be getting stoned that night with me, in order to appreciate the funk that would grow out of that soirée.

³~. To The Moon 🌚 gangsta, to da Mun… 👻

Got Coke?

Across The Atlantic, Dario Moreno lost weight in Ukraine, the phenomenon is known as a reverse Chappelle. Send your contributions on Deadline, to Avi Velshi cycles and garden. Avi Velshi needs his baby fat, please contribute.

Got Tacos? – Blame it on the British £ibra €sterlina

And, Natty Piolé ⛏️

No insistas, Suzi! My Δ🖤 belongs to the girl en el tendedero.

In local news, my current girlfriend, Nathalie Piolé, is being a Pasionaria in Ivry, not sure if she’s in IVRE., over at the Siren Den (those fucking Capitalists 🧐) it’s business as usual with Charlotte ans some faggety bourgeoise on the microphone. The Nerve of those Sirens. EYE tell’ya.

This year’s edition of Barbara’s 🇲🇽 Fest coincides with this date, 13 janvier 2022, Métro Line 4. 2022 The Year of las Barbaridades.

For context let Mí show Ewe all how the Shawarma ain’t nuttin’ but an order of Tacos Al Pastor of the🎖️ OBE 🇬🇧 in Irak… Issy, the 👻 OBE after eating an order of authentic Arab tacos, not them faggety French tacos from Grenoble, is out of sight, some describe the Tacos Al Pastor experience as un vaso medio vacío de Cerveza de barril… 🇲🇨 nada que ver con Chicken & Rice… Issy, all I need is a pint a day!

OBE – Out of Brexit Experience

After the break: la Mano de León Is nuttin’ more than a Celosia argentea, but Évry body in France calls it a cockscomb because it looks like a male chicken crest… “amarillo no me pongo”:

Con cebolla

OBE – Out of Body Experience

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