Tag Archives: Eek-a_Mouse! — Border Patrol

Oh lawdy lawd! Excellent choice Ms. Gay

Note to Eddie Gloude II:

Pennies From Heaven or how I made an early start making sure not to be late and been UP so long it ALL looks DOWN to Mí… You’re gonna like the way you look in the morning from The Night Before.

 

For today’s segment context, Peofessor at Princeton, Eddie (son of) Gloude is on political hiatus, who can blame him, the Department of Defense just turned back the clock to Tuskegee Airmen times. In the meanwhile, as New Jersey succumbs to A.I., Professor Gloude is going to…

Nigga’ Plz… The Freedom of ’76 has already been WEENed out, ask that bald guy from L.A. (now from Brooklyn) so piss up a rope, if you can’t guess the Track.

I’m Still Here, AUSSIE. Eight Days A Week.

Play ball! Let the Filipino boy enter the Diamond and let The Catcher eat cake. For the record, “yesterday’s” section in Translation and Interpretation featured a false friend that moonlights… as a calc, —Aussie! As a CALC!!!

It’s True History and Grocery Shoping and for that you have to break down “los mandados”, as in:

El güey que le hace los mandados a Trump, Pete Hegseth.

Introduction to Venn Diagrams 101 or how Donald Trump got punked by a stonger child next to the Resolution Chop-block.

 

Yes, Terry, but it takes tú, to polka. I reckon that the last time that Uncle Sam sent aeroplanos to La Sierra Madre, Bob Dylan’s gramPaw was taking over The Watchtower with Pancho Villa and… Eek-a-Mouse was eating burritos con El Centauro en Tijuana on his way to I-95. Look it up, it’s the soundtrack to Bullfight Tickets to “the shady side”.

Or, you could just catch a Paul McCartney dive concert for $50 quids at Hell’s Kitchen but, Mara Gay, you better hurry ‘cus it’s going FAST.

Mad Pau : Furiosa en le garde-robe

It’s morning in América… Tijuana edition.

Meanwhile at Issy-de-fippo, it’s la carte blanche to the H.R. MGMT department of models married to peoples who fuck with the stars.

Secrets in Plain Pinault.

Live from Control 32 on msnbc… Bald people for Trump in New York. It’s MORNING in TJ… On the way to I-95.

Send $5 bucks, in Mika’s name.

The Star Hustler, para espontáneos.

And we begin in Mexico where a Devil comet and a Solar eclipse are at la pirámide de Aztlán en Chapultepec drinking a latte when Hilarity walks in and slaps a rabbit onto president AMLO right onto where Paul Stanley’s  KISS 💋 Star goes, and if you are into ORGANILLERO boxes, son SOMBRAS nada más… 👌

Sombras nada mas, ombres pues!.

… but wait, Eddie Murphy steps in and callS the Rabbit Shade, “straight-up PROPAGANDA,” adding that AMLO’s shade on face is no WABBIT! Silly Tom, ask Jerry.

… and Jerry replies in his trademark mute 🔇, that’s right, Eddie Murphy, that’s no Waskaly Wabbit, that there is a Donkey, just like Ewe.

And then Shrek requests that the image on AMLO’s face is edited for accuracy with AN³ ASS.

³~. Aristegui Noticias 📻

Shake your remesas, makers.

🎶 We fell in found love in a hopeless place.

After the break, it’s rich people in Palm Beach, and in Cannes, Pauline Godart goes post-apocalyptique on International Water Your Sports Coat Day after she discovers that Mika Brzezinski and Pauline Paccard have fused their wardrobes in décalage with Day-light Saving Times.

But first, it’s another edition of Secrets in Plain Sight at Libération on Pau24.

“Now don’t be modest, now KNOW Moore, talking… », Öüï all know that the great 🔥 of April 15 became “patrón” of the 45 000 « Tous Mecécès ! » on the Carrousel de la Libération de André Le Notre on the ‘Grande Allée’ de Vaux Le Vicomte.

Indeed, It’s The End Of The World. Cat, mouse and donkey are outing the rabbit 👯‍♂️ ears on Playboy.

The Year of The Bass on Hidalgo’s Grounds

On The Menu
Pilchards de La Mancha
Tripe Sausage with Risotto
chouquette with vanilla fudge
Fromage frais
… and a name-brand Cola

The Year of The Bass on Hidalgo’s grounds.

 

It’s Ten a.m.in Paris, France, and Petra is watching 🎬 Superman fait son Cinéma at The Oscar Chávez Award Show, meanwhile at the 93, my niggas in Paris are dropping The Bass, with Public Enemy and The Killer B’s.

All The Meals that fit.

 

Ladies in Gemini, we apologized for last night’s interruption of The José James carte des talents on the Fip Siren Show, sources close to Semolina Pilchard Relay that a band of Hollywood Vampires led by a Josh Haskell, the Telemundo 🚺 chick and, the NBC 🦃 crew kicked José James thinking that the Chicago fan was a Hari Krishna freaq. on the 📻 Seine-Saint-Denis dial of La Légion d’honneur.

In any tin can sealed, when it comes to fish, and the 🐟 friends of fish Öüï are always near so grab Yer’ nets 🕸️ and meet Mí at the top O’spaghetti after that little siesta on a Corn Flake under the A-86.

But FO’ist, let The Border Patrol know, that a friend of Pancho Villa eating burritos 🌯🌯🌯 at la avenida Revolución in Tijuana 🇲🇽  on his way to the I-95 via the I-10 from L.A., is off-course, —a friend of ours.

And Mme. Gatel, this is where Eye Will introduce you to Sophie 🛼  Fofie and Socorrito 💃 Braveheart à La plus belle Bagagerie de clochardland en Rivoli.

In the same inning, at the Seventh Inning Stretch, Nuestra Señora de Los Ángeles, Madame Bass will explain to representative Gatel that InDeed, not only can Öüï play Centerfield, but Eye can also play Shortstop in San Pedro ⚾ Macori en La República Dominicana…. goooooo, Dodgers.