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On the menu : stinky cheese… the Bleu kind

So you know it’s good, with that in mind Jacqueline Alemany, Öüï’s gonna need a pinch of cumin on them pinto beans, and a smack of Em# lips 💋 on my 🍲 stew… i swear if only FIP had the fucking imagination.

Who took my huevos!? 🥚🍳 Hey, Ewe! Yeah you 🍜 soup-eating motherfucker 🫰🏻you got’s to pay for that.

Como se di che…

Green 🍏 Enchiladas

Fuck you and your red apple 🍎 we are going with green 🍏 apples, just because.

Leave my enchiladas alone, ah si… hands off my cannelloni, but you can taste my tostadas

With that in mind… Bon appétit, Frenchie, and enjoy the jazz.

2026 Carte Blanche a PANTONE

After the break, it’s BASS!!! How Low Can Ewe Go? We “the staff” switch it over to Queens in New York where the Sounds of White Noize wreaks havoc with a hungry man.

No es lo mismo pero sí, si es igual.

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /fip /club-jazzafip /carte-blanche-a-bastien-d-l-homme-de-l-ombre-de-la-french-pop

« Avec quelle élégance il évite le mot suprémacisme… », but to really appreciate PANTONE at its best you should see how the color scheme-company licks Trump’s boot and what a delightful dump they shit.

If It’s Friday, fip is White!

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For the record, Marjolena Kalten-porten Cultos

The Miami Ghostsound Busters Sound.

For the ages… there was a time when Mexican radio stations were the gateway where Japanese cats feeling like Bowie flocked like seagulls across the Milky Way on The Beatles Universe… and then the POLICE arrived and literally lobbied C-SPAN³  to “kill the radio star” for some mime on “THE LAST SHIP”…

Siglo d’Oro Promotions y el hijo del Greco presents.

Now-a-theys… Mexican radio is shit, period! Consumed by corporate-types whose last priority is music, but rather repetitive jiggles which go on to explain why that fucking “buey en la barranca” jumped into it in the first place.

Jump to mañana 📞

Note to editors, and James Carville, professor at LSU³

³~. USMC, in other words, “U Suck My Cock”… Goooo, ARMY.

Over at 30 Rock, Mika’s Moving Out… and if that’s what it’s all about — let’s go to a Piano Bar.

For context, Professor Carville is a U.S. Marine Corps veteran, which means that the cock sucker was born in San Diego, California, by virtue of Camp Pendleton ; as for Mí, myself and, Eye, Öüï are Tank Operators from the Commonwealth of Kentucky…

Any 🦉 hoot, Chris Matthews… “Let’s play hardball,” but first allow Mí, to breakdown the LEGEND beneath Morning Star at La Samaritain (knot in the Gospels but on la bendita rue de Rivoli). It goes like this : one, tú, tree, fo!

It’s very easy if youse not into simplicity, really, all you have to do is play last night’s Club Jazz-a-fip (the podcast link is on yesterday’s short story) just click on the link and match (or synch) the time of each revision to what was being said trough the Sirens microphone.

That’s it! Easy.

Let the De-construction begin

Be Kind To Them Dolls

 

La Charme… Öüï will put his name to the test… The 300.

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /club-jazzafip-du-lundi-03-novembre-2025

World Kindness Day is an international observance on 13 November, but the French being French, those motherfuckers have to celebrate it today, the 3rd of Noviembre.

What do you mean I ain’t KIND…?  just not your kind.

Dave Mustaine
PEACE SELLS BUT WHO’s BUYING?

Bad kind of Motherfucker

Pedophiles will get a rubber-stamp at Lumière en Bercy… it’s 1968 and Güi-Güï at fip . fr are is effervescent with populism disguised as righteousness. Like Newt Gingrich in 1994, the Mexican manifestations of 2011-2012 were the product of privileged scholars who despised the people that they were advocating about. And if you have the balls, ask me about it, don’t just kick me in the balls france.musique 

Happening now at the b.p.i. Lumière… Susana Poveda inspiré le china girl de Vietnam.

 

…and Güi-Güï, wouldn’t it be better if you dump that notion A.S.A.P. , i mean “American Studies” bringing back Vincennes?

Enter Vincennes Verga… illegitimate bastard brother of Michael, GENERALI de Niza en la Promenade des Anglais en La Côté d’Azur… Be Kind to each other.

I will buy the ballons, the Kleenex® and off-course the mushrooms for the scéance. And, Flore, you’ll get no “gentilese” from Mí, not until you release Kalten-Portenbach from that comet that you put her in.

The Punchline, delivered by La Campeona, Carla Bruni

No pun intended:

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /club-jazzafip /le-jazz-une-musique-de-lutte

but a fun way to remember what a RECIPROCAL is—is  by FLIPPING 🖕 IT 👇 OVER

La Pasión de Carla… y las tangas de Raphaël Morán en « Mediapart ».

—Did you say…?

—Whore.

¡…..Öüï now returns to the conclusion of Ausente en París y La Campeona por Alfonso Reyes …………….!

Marjolena Kalten-porten Ángola, —I Love You, I miss you, and tómate está TKT 🍻 con Mí-Go.

Smells like teen spirit.

… just the facts Mediapart, and nuttin’ but the motherfucking facts:

Armando Segovia came to France inspired by some dude named Tocqueville and hoping for a bit of reciprocal courtesy from the people who claim that they had invented la “llamada” Liberté, what Armando found [instead] was Emiliano Zapata dressed like a fag and his image manipulated by Pablo Gleason y la Préfecture de Police.

Zapata in Drag — PARIS FASHION WEEK 2025.

Cosecha de un árbol de pólvora {the 🎤 punchline} :

Overcoming the general astonishment, Monsieur Machin, ever analytical, asks:

“But then, dolphin or mermaid, naiad, oceanid or demon… without skirts, would you like to tell us how, when, where you acquired such agility and grace in swimming, such athletic perfection, such extraordinary mastery of… of… of… of…

And the oceanid, candidly, cuts him off:

“C’est que… vous savez? Avant de venir ici je faisais le trottoir á Venise.

From Árbol de pólvora

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

Deer, Nancy Zahmer… te invito unos tacos en Hong Kong

Hoy no hubo fip… All Eye Needs is One Mexican (rasuradita)

Previously en China, Nuevo León… Heresy in Hell : God Is Dead, Évry body’s got Something to hide except for me and my Monkee.

She’s Crafty… sings to the moonlight with a Zeppelin sample of the Holy’s

Issy-Eye wanna fuck you like Bambi’s mom

Cigarros a Hong Kong

The booking agents at Morning Joe have no fucking imagination, the minute that Eye descends to El Averno to search for Martin Scorsese in the role of a Cabalistic hermit Jew, the booking agents at Morning Joe go to Tijuana, that’s right Nancy Zahmer, to Tijuana to look for the last bus from NORDAKA to Hong Kong, hilarity ensues when cigarettes suffer one of those “beautiful tariffs” imposed by Donald Trump.

Entonces pues, Mika Brzezinski…siganme los buenos, pazzz’Ajeros!

Super Actríz — Jumbo

Dante? That nigga owes Mí five Bucks… dicen las huerkas.

Por Mi Raza Hablará “El Piporro”.

Extra! Extra!!! 📢 Hoy no hubo P.🦚.R.N.

If Your Mother Can Keep It… Ben Franklin was in fact, a fag.

P.🦚. S. A. you are going to like the way Mando [makes you] feels… in El Salvador.

Porn aside, ¡SEÑORA!!! Wanna know where the Vice-president’s mother in Them little United States got her cellular phone from?

Squiggly vertical lines are closer than they appear… sooooo, ketch-up! And don’t be late.

“if you want to get down, down on the ground”…

Don’t do it, after a few lines, the details.

Metro Balderas intersection with Chato, —Doh!!!

It’s your adVert, conso.

— A ver Marjo sópleme, 🌬️ usted trae aliento a Jazz 🎷.

Across The Atlantic, it’s official, The United States people are stupid, the bully nation came in FIRST, it was both a beautiful and, a perfect first place. EL Salvador came in a close second in the countries that MAKE UP América; in related stupidity, United Statesians voted for the most chaos and those motherfuckers are about to find out, who Pablo Torre is and just how much their ballot tantrum is going to… ahhh, fuck it… I’m going to sleep.

… sleep well spent, any 🦉 hoot, Rachel MADDOW, before you sign-out:

Your mother was A Cum Bucket outside of the Supermarket where you worked.

Your Mother Was A Whiskey-Tango Whore and that is how YALE UNIVERSITY admitted the VP’s Appalachian ass into the Skulls & Bones “kill Benjamin Franklin’s Dreams”.