It’s been a while… this is tautology again on the one’Mo again beat.
Drugs? Anyone, drugs?… Ferris, drugs? In this section, David French apologizes for his conservative ways.
And, Katty Kay, you make Orange look good.
American Pie… and starring as Stifler’s mom, Katty Kay.
for context, just like in JIMMY CARTER’s days (1979) when Hossein Khosrow Ali Vaziri, also known as The Iron Sheik, ridiculed Hulk Hogan on the mat of a make-belive universe of entertainment, so did Panda The Bear when it took Vincent James McMahon to court for encroaching on the wild-life brand… fo’Reals nigga. https ://creativecommons .org /licenses /by /2.0 /deed.en
¡ LOU-SHAH-Raaaaaan, dedos a tres caidas sin limite de pactos !!! Donald John Trump contra IRAN
Eye-zhEY, i say : fo’Reels, don’t belive the hype is a sequel, and EWE know that it would be Un°TROU, and you know that I Would Be A Liar if i say to you that we couldn’t get much higher.
😼 Öüï can have the goods melted before Good Friday and turned into a Bunny 🐇 in/on the Bright side of the Moon by Easter Sunday at Mar-a-Lago just-in-time for the Huevo 🐣 hunt for Jesus.

It was meant for the Poles, but let them eat Solidarité with John Paul II while snorting some Tokio and cruising on the Bati🦇mobil.
FUCK THE DUKE, John Wayne never served in Uniform outside of a Hollywood screenshots ; and besides, Cousin Joe, Brody is with Nancy and The Gipper.

In the Wise Words of Mister Tee 🏌🏻, “Eye pity the fool who plays golf with Donald “bone 🎖️ spurs” Trump.
Over at the greatest criminal enterprise in the world, also known as, The United States of America… it’s another edition of 50 ways to piss Mika Brzezinski’s husband off.
… read between the pundits, as Ewe whistles.
Viva Hidalgo… entonces pues FEY, como dijo René : Atrévete Te-Te y ya no andes cantando interpretado a Nuno en el clóset de Saúl. Regardless of los puentes de l’independencia the first victim of Dana White’s shredding of the Muhammad Ali Reform Act was El Himno Nacional de Las Chivas del Guadalajara.
En contexto, Polanco, “Al Diablo (con) Los Periodistas”, who needs Alarma! when Fiesta Mexicana (en Guadalajara) plays a cumbia on the background of the news about a young woman destripada and laying in a pool of her own bodily fluids. Now that!
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That is how TV Azteca combierte a la Juventud Venezolana en Jalisco into “stone-cold-killers’.

On the menu : Sushi Oriental de Cuernavaca… 🎶 y las balsas desde Disneylandia París en Chessy a Groenlandia.
Now i’ve been to Three State Fairs, two rodeos and at least Six Scottish Löcs including the one where Jimmy Page killed “Nessie” and turned it into all sorts of sushi 🍣, but never Katty Kay, i’ve never seen a cunt that stretched so wide and long in London Town. Never, Katty Kay.

Don’t Open ‘Till Doom’s Day or when Civil War on Morning Joe is announced and branded by Donnie Deutsch.
Happening right now, Donald John Trump is trying to divert the attention from his involvement in the Epstein Porn Collection on VHS.
In the mean while… Öüï now returns to our regular spiel in Las Vegas, Nevada, where Pablo Torre is pissing on the Dark Side of The Moon and Canelo just relinquished his Belt.
Trust the process, Pablo.
Issy-Colonel-Avia, Canelo’s legacy in the Boxing world will not suffer one tiny bit after his loss against a guy who goes by the name of “Bud”, however…
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Side B: Pablo Torre Finds Out 🥶 that our man in El Ruedo 🏟️ will tell, Ewe, that Öüï’s not talking to the POLICE, this here is a Decline³ and O’Hara⁹ message in a bottle to the F.B.I., the P.T.A. and Katty Kay at the B.B.C., B.B. King, and Doris THEY Kernswin— Matt Busby!
La neta Van Natta, John Belushi (in his best day) would pity the 🐦⬛ fool who plays with Buffalo Bill… “the great-late Hannibal Lecter” would probably say.
No Contaban Con Mí’s Astucias.
CH

It’s Monday, January 20… and in Washington, Mika Brzezinski pulled out the old 2016 “Battle of La Côte d’Azur” Écharpe. And, Alicia Menendez, ahora mira a tu hijo a los ojos, “porque te preguntara…”.
… and of course Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr. wears the Eric Estrada CHiPs uniform of Victor Willis and sings, the Cosby Show’s classic, “Why, MCA? Why?”.

It’s Fun To Swear At The Capitol Records Hill. And President Donald Trump is a frail man, the aging president moved his Swear-in circus 🎪 indoors. Weak, Kash Patel, very weak and frail.
No Sé Por Qué.
Previously, on unnecessary monolithic wokeness, it was established that Congressperson Joe Scarborough (c. post-Curt Kobain in the Garden Sound of the Till’i-cum Washington era) was the product of decades of fiscal profigalcy disguised in the clownish suit of “patriotism” and that, coincidentally fits Uncle. Sam. $oooooo well.
Alright, alright, alright…
David Wooderson; Texas 1976.
Any 🦉 hoot, Katty Kay, Luigi and Pao’ hit it off at the Snub Hôtel Lounge on la rue de Saint-Denis (100m before the Captives Church if you are walking from the Innocents Place at Châtelet*) and they take their lust next door to the Love Hôtel, where rooms are charged by-the-hour except on Sunday night because on Sunday nights students can score a UNIT until Monday morning for €50… and that, Katty Kay, that is why David Wooderson (Matthew McConaughey in Dazed and Confused) moved to the 75001 zip code, because Wooderson gets older and the university hôtel rates stay the same.
On a Love tangent, people who know, know that during her student-year in France (from the University of Louisiana) at La Sorbonne, Ali Vitali would scream off-the-top of her lungs, “it’s Way Too Early!!!” when the chambermaids used to knock on the Love Hôtel’s doors on Monday mornings announcing the end of the stay.
Long-story short Luigi Mangione and Paola Ramos inseminated a beautiful baby lesbian boy and the two Beautiful Ones named their Offspring, Oliver Haynes, after President Emmanuel Macron’s great liberal hope for France and Europe… sooooo, 🫠 fucking woke, y’all.
Any how, in local news, Les Échos de SciencesPo is fresh out at your local kiosk, or where magnetic paraphernalia of Parisian memorabilia is sold. Today’s issue features the 100 names to watch, don Pablos de Segovia is not on that list but Zoe Saldana is.
And in local news, the French Left is lollygagged in their own internal quest and are late to School.
June 14, that’s only ten Theys ago, and Five from Président Macron taking his toys and going home leaving a place called New Scotland, Caledonia, or something like that in a Shower of Shit, according to The Guardian. On that particular morning, the elementary school that ends where La Bagagerie begins awoke to an empty nude wall. The City, in it’s its infinitely wisdom removed the political metal frames where the faces of politicians are glued before an election, like the one announced by mister Macron after Le Pen knocked on his door, any hoot, common sense would dictate that said metal frames should have been left in place, just like the temporary ramp access ♿ for elderly drivers… I reckon that the City has to go through the affiche process, instead of just straight-pasting the next candidate’s mug over the losing ones, but no. It’s like all those god-damned copies at the préfecture. Long waste of logistics short, the affiche boards were re- installed four days after Macron took his toys home, and Grabiel, —yet again— lost another ministry.
I have a feeling the that if Jupiter would have remained cool and not stormed out of the playground after his team was put on time out, those motherfucking metal frames would still be standing, but why leave for tomorrow what can be done today.

They make an early start, the Enlighten and Pure lefties left the “affiches-es” with Lisa Leblanc in Québec, sources close the precious metals excavation enterprises-es relay that Lisa just said, “why do something today, when it could be done tomorrow,” adding, “Eye guess! ».
Meanwhile at Kay Central, Évry fox is wearing red.
And in 20 minutes, it’s page 6… it’s true, La Trous 🕳️.
Toute agression physique et ou verbale envers le personnel hospitalier en EXERCICE DE TRAUMATISÉE DES VICTIMES de violences sexuelles fera l’objet de poursuites POR MADRINAS JUDICIARIES.
ART. 106.3-FM du code penal de JUANITO GUANABACOA.
Historicity … it’s the diva of past events, which is why Katty Kay can score front row seats to all of Montgomery’s vernissages-es-es, but Katty prefers the one’s where she is not invited to, like the annual recreation of Patton’s search for Pancho Villa in Columbus, New Mexico.
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And, Katty Kay, I love how your dress matches your I’s… but does it cross your t’s?
Hear Ye, hear ye … Öüï hereby’s declare that the Chinese word of The Year of fo‘ The motherfucking WAbBit 2023 is:
S H E L T E R
The Would Dragon word of the jeer, on the other hand, is still In the making.
Still to come, Dave Mustaine stars as The Barber from Savannah, Georgia. And, oh what a coincidence, the minute that former president George W. Bush slips on Sigmund Freud’s dick, the F.B.I. releases a Top-Secret plan to kill that sumvitch. Here’s wisdom, it was not an Iraqi dissident who plotted the hit, it WAS the ghost of former Arizona Cardinals #40, and U.S. Army Specialist, Patrick Tillman.

And Katty Kay… I am below the pissers, so nevermind the next segment of Line 12 à Concordia. But what is the deal with Cousin Joe not feeding Mika’s Pussy cat? Deer, Lorde, bring in That recently laid-off SNL character.
But first, Öüï can’t reververate this enough, Joe Scarborough is a Son of a bitch. And here is why:
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Because he (the former FloriBama congressman) continues to trickle down on the little man, man!!!
I can’t remember what Mika’s big fat Pussy cat’s name is, suffice to say, Mika’s Pussy cat 🐈 is a rescue, which explains Évry thing.
Cousin Joe just doesn’t know how to hear the Blues, man! To him, and his Evangelical ways every lick is a kiss from the Devil. Sanctimonious sonovabitch!
GLORIETA IS NUTTIN BUT A ’round Ah-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh bout.
… Endless Money is for oligarchs.
Take for instance Joe Scarborough’$ Nantucket cabana, why the ‘icebox’ alone has enough meat to feed the entire Russian army and the prison population of Georgia.
But dare a cute little Pussy cat meow next to that carpetbagger, Long Island Iced Tea sippin’, Cockadoodledoo sucker’s ear and the, so-called former ‘distinguished’ gentleman from the Redneck Riviera, immediately—EYE SAY!— Will Immediately scream “that Pussy needs to go on a diet”.