In local news, Eric Clapton killed Jimmi Hendrix and the fucker fled to Mexico, more on that with Katty Kay at the BBC.

Across The Atlantic, down Mexico’s Güey, “Sleep Numbers Mattress” McCartney was waiting for the Slow Hand on the clock to hit 20h mile mark to smoke a Japanese joint like some cat from Cuernavaca.

And if Ewe’ve Eva Bean (🫘 ³) then you probably know that in México, that city is where los tacos orientales were invented only to be turned into a burrito (🌯) in Grenoble by the French.

³~. Eye has never bean (🫛 ) D.A.R.E..

Any hoot, Paul’s broken a glass but that is not a problem because his very own Sleep Number mattresses are very rich, so he just bought another one for the memorial.