Over at Studio 8 of the MSNBC building the Lorne is revisiting an alternate universe of the man of the hour:
Emmanuel Macron (when he turned 18 years of age)
(and please, don’t shoot the messenger)
Little Manu wanted to go All-Black
if you can believe that!
AFTER THE BREAK…
« It’s a FesteBUS Miracle », starring Ricky Martin.
[and Colin Jost: them Keconomy’s are made from Fudge… and i can’t make out the gerunds in the ingredients (season-ing) but i can assure you, that however they bake it, that SHIT from the Ariane 6 crew in Guyana is tight! And it is better than any Kool-Aid™️ offered by the evanGELical purity Faith-healing cult, like the one offered by your distant relative, preacher Jones, (born in Indiana, died in Guyana) Melle. Jones].
So, Leslie Jones, check it out Black Beauty*, for the record, the new French Space Agency à Châtelet, just in front of Brown Indiana (it’s trou! Don’t shoot the translator) is, WE ALL NEED MORE SPACE, or something like that, but in French, and lo and behold, “Los Weekends de Los FIG-avaros” moves in on Le Monde du Le 6eme “like a bitch”, to quote the owner of the Miss Universe brand, on this the 100th anniversary of Miss France, which begs the motherfucking question, Marianne, why is the pageant not named Mademoiselle à la française… or, Something in the way (she moves) like that.
* page 174 “Chevaux dans la litérature” au galop de «1000 infos Les Chevaux » by Marion Curry; adaptation française courtesy of Claire Lefebvre en GRÜND—knot GROHL.
Anyhow, Les–Lie (together) Jones and, don’t you go Venn DiaGRAMin’ my blog with no Six Degrees of Find the Bacon because that would be like playing checkers on speed, and it would still be light years away from Ketchin’ up with the hypercube at La Défense, and here is why, Lindsey Reiser:
The way you look, tonight really, really, —really— bring(s) out the Colors.
Any güey, morena, if you need too see with your own lying memories the reasons why this blog cannot be drawn in the Venn Diagrams universe, it is on account of an already explained theory delightfully narrated, explained and then, demonstrated by this guy at Cornell who was ironically shaded by:
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Deecke, Arved (June 12, 2015). “The Truly Most Expensive Record Ever: 2.5 billion dollars (no Beatles and no nudity)”. Kvart & Bølge. Retrieved November 30, 2015. Deecke, Arved (June 12, 2015).
(Courtesy of Wikipedia)
https ://voyager .jpl .nasa .gov /golden-record /whats-on-the-record/
I am not homeless, i am home (space) minus and Tatiana Clouthier, Carlos wants to know if you see “Calzonzín Inspector” for the Very French in this tribute ⬇️ to mis NEGROS of Mexico 68, eh?In synthesis, i may not be able to explain the patent detailing the optics of a 4th dimension, but i can sure as shit be on time or ahead of schedule to the different doorways to tomorrow’s headlines… or some of Lorde Lorne Michael’s SNL skits, (the one’s worth mentioning) por ejemplo, why not knot Le Parisien into the ingredients for our Louisiana (in a parallel universe) version of a home(–) recipe for a spicy gumbo… ISSY Icarus youse gonna need shrooms or peyote to ride on this magic bus.
BREAKING THE NEWS TO Hanna-la-Barbera
For the record Michael Che, stop fucking Bette Milder, she’s non other than Sammy Hagar in this dimension, AUSSI, December the 4th is Santa Barbara, or “Barbe” Saint for A They if swing to the rythmé of Avignon’s pontifical Villa.
“I’ve Seen That Movie, Too”, Reginald… and Elton John gives a snappy comeback with a:
“That’s Sir, —Reginald.”
And Ohhhh, My Sweet Baby Jésus!!! HOLY FUCK, period, there is a new regulating body in the Wacky Rigged Races and its name is MoDerNa. 🙈 Do you know what this means, Alicia Menendez? Of course you do, fucking Brits just raised the odds at Matt Bradley’s house in London Town. It’s like mixing Formula 1 racing with NASCAR in one motherfucking toll-road system.