Pivot < ~ > toviP , and mister Lacan, how about that John Heileman visiting the “Au pied de cochon” and not stopping-by to say hi. Definitely a weak-ass Bud.
A Beautiful Number : 3³
{and}
Three times FO’ is a full suppa’, suckas³! … “[G]ot Xnge fo’ a hundred³?
Ouest side radio, 🎶 👁️ went to the 📻 station and Eleanor Rigby was listening to the Tuba playing that tune about the priest, Father Spuds Mackenzie or some wanker’s surname with a faggety skirt on.
Rufus Apostille de Vermeille 🌇
People WHO know, know that the best tense is the one about El SUBjuntivo PREsente 🎁 de Io… 🌌
World Expo follows.
Subjuntivo presente
🐮
yo : muja
tú : mujas
él/ella/usted : muja
nosotros/nosotras : mujamos
vosotros/vosotras : mujáis
ellos/ellas/ustedes : mujan
vos : mujas
³~. Ask any lacaño stuck at any of the wards of Sainte-Anne Hospital in Paris, Texas.
*~. Ask Mexican presidential candidate, Claudia Sheinbaum, but don’t tell her challenger at The Cervantes Institute in Paris, France, because Marcelo will have tomost likely swallow.
Remember now, Roxanne, little old i is still in the process of answering Father James-es-es question of where does the geography of truth for America 🇺🇸 in América 🌎 begins?… “Dad damn Ewe », Galileo! Dad damn Ewe, you sonovabitch, period!
André Manoukian is of course, —a fag! … EWE WANT SOURCES? EYE GOTS SOURCES! Öüï has a variety of « cholos re-loaded » straight out of Montreuil-sous-Bois arriving to MATAMOROS, vía Barcelonnette.
Jen Psaki pilates show starts on Sunday, and Eddie Gloude Jr., The Hamburgler is in trouble now as The Psaki get’s a hard-on for finding out what happened to Ronald McDonald*
*~. And starring as Ronald McDonald, the man with the make-up in his two-year presidential term and a Nationalist Airport in Washington, D.C, Ronald Wilson Reagan.
Station Takeover… or is Denis Soula (that motherfucker) trying to bring back the news to Them ISSY-freaqs?
FRANCEINTER just possessed the SIRÈNE’S waves… Joy Division ➗ {and} The Vatican get it on, on the track “Suicide Solution is Painless ». Don’t call The Exorcist because it’s all part of the show.
Lonnie Liston Smith, no relation to SONNY “say my name” Liston, described the FranceINTERpossesion as “some sort of middle of the road funk encounter on Mulholland Drive”, a sort of cosmic funk said a nearby indigent with French Shopping bags and who manifested herself with a Pinocchio marionette eating a Double-Double from the John 3:16 burger joint near The Crossroads with Highway 101.
Cultural Experiences Abroad… MUST SHOW WORK: La Kerschovas in El Ey. Öüï found La Kerschovas and her Tati Bags™️ strollin’ along Griffith Park Road on her way to The Hollywood Bowl.
Which brings us back to that Pinocho with panochas… no wait scratch that, not with panochas, but with KERSCHOVAS! Pinocho under Kerschovas:
— Via la BBC, of course, with the collaboration of Juanito Guanabacoa en rfpp . net and his tribute to Francisco Gabilondo Soler:
“Having said these last words, Pinocchio jumped up in a rage and, seizing a wooden hammer from the counter, he threw it at Jiminy Cricket (Cri–cri ). Perhaps he did not count on hitting it, but unfortunately it hit him, and hit him on the head, so much so that poor Cricket barely had breath to say cri–cri–cri and get stamped against the wall.“
Context on this weekend’s editon of, “Aquí somos aqui estamos”, con Juanito Guanavacoa is on the next page… porque “Cuando Canta Alejandro Lora… lo manda a chingar a su madre su señora“:
The little duck (Like ewe) with a basket and cotton-ball châle Like ewe Got mad (Como tú) Because everything is expxensive at the market
And, Eddie Gloude Tenure, Öüï’s gonna need Perry Mason to figure this Columbina, out of C.E.A.
For context, I might not have the best C.V. in the universe, but you know what Suzy “Free Press”? It’s mine and not someone else’s. Unfortunately this blog is not adequate enough to satisfy an explanation, again. And so, It would be probably easier if I would refer you to Bruno at the Préfecture so that you perhaps, maybe, feel the needle going into the groove of one of them recently purchased L.P’s described on the Donnie Deutsch advertisement section of the Morning Mika Show because, part of that LEGACY crowd at Columbia University at SciencesPo, La Sorbonne and of course… the ESCP was part of my customer base, regardless of what Bruno and his chain of supevisors say at the préfecture of police at Cité.
Looking back, ten years in a rearview mirror, the French Préfecture de Police might have all kinds of catalogues depicting the different kinds, or sorts of fabrics from their fucking COLONIES, including México, but those cocksuckers sitting behind the desk never picked-up a cotton ball and gin that fucker up into a pretty little châle “de bolita”, like the one that ADELITA wore in SERPICO.
After he decided to make the film, Al Pacino invited Frank Serpico to stay with him at a house that Pacino had rented in Montauk, NY. When Pacino asked Serpico, “Why did you do it?” Serpico replied, “Well, Al, I don’t know. I guess I would have to say it would be because if I didn’t, who would I be when I listened to a piece of music?”
And, Roxanne, you probably think that this entry on the blog is about Ewe, but if you review the disclaimer Ewe is only a figment of SoFy Velasco’s imagination, now, since you asked about the door with a skateboard on it, “why don’t you come over here… and lend Mí your Comb », this off-course is your cue to jump to my happy place, after Father James reads this ACT on Monday.
Mientras tanto en Botzaris, la chalupa de Juanito GUANAVACOA no tiene vergas para amarrar ni una chingada vela… lo cierto es que en Tamaulipas, el pejército del Peje se anda parando el cuello, with the self-policing of The Greatest Narco Band since Juanito Guanabacoa used to ride motorcycles for the Bandidos de La POLICIA Judicial Federal… según los bluseros³ de La Madre Patria, Juanito Guanabacoa no sirve ni para Verga Seca menos para sanar palos.
³~. People who sell women’s blouses, knot to be confused with people’s who play at The Crossroads, o como dicen por’ay: en el Camino Viejo a Nazareth:
Keep On Tryin’ — Keep On Getting It On… In Local news, the Préfecture de Police de Botzaris secured a job for Juanito Guanabacoa (en su mero mole) la extorsión in the Motorcycle Corps, Juanito in this way is on his way, (nada güey, el wey) for his second French retirement account.
Muchos azules, en RFPP… a Todd ahora de la RATP queriendo agandallar.
In this section, the “parrish” and/or its influence on the airline industry should never be spoken of for it would be unbecoming for the sobrecargos of The Wings.
El efecto del Ete… Puro Rock TAMAULIPECO a’Chilangao, but you will not hear it en Fréquence Paris Plurielle del 106.7 fm… because Juanito Guanabacoa knows nothing about picking cotton, knot a thing!
With that in mind, Öüï switches it over to Saint-Jacques Candle in The Wind 🌬️ Baseball Stadium where Father James hurls a fastball to the plate 🍽️ and that wooden crack heard like a single castagnette snap on the diamond can only mean one thing… Shame on Ewe, JIMMY “the priest”, shame on you for smearing the ol’booger on the threads. Shame on Ewe, Santiago!
The umpire must be deaf like a Bat if that sumbitch didn’t pick up on the nuance of that slug, I bet that if my bat had any champagne corks in it, that flabby Basterd’ would not hesitate to kick me out of the Talents and Skills Spring Forward Baseball Tournament at La rue de Ravioli.
Blackbird… This is no time for siesta… Katie Benner is at The Gates:
Fairy tales can come true…
And, Natty Le Pio…
Eye trust that Ewe are knot reading this, but if Ewe is reading this section of 🦌 Sonora, en 🦌 Escocia, then Eye trust that Ewe will pay no attention to that White broad, she’s known to sleep with Enanitos Verdes, formally from HERMOSILLO, entre el Mar de Cortés y la sierra de tu Madre Occidental en Chihuahua.
Sonora con escala 📐 en Edimburgo 🦌, what a Racket 🎾
For Mexican Festivities purposes, Cortés is the start of “la conquista” y Chihuahua en donde Hidalgo perdió su cabeza de torero aficionado… CARMENCITA se fue, “Amores Lejanos”.
Whistle while youWO’ik
Of course Lord Luce, you know that El Sacerdote Rupestre de San Eustaquio de Falopio, Municipio de Las Panochas del Silencio, had already set 📐 the table, here’s last week’s REPORT of The Hubble space telescope:
🧑🏼🎤 Let’s Dance.
LO QUE VI… Dead Crown en Paz.
A Lad of Chavela
En contexto para, Paz Corona (París, 3e). El pasado 29 de agosto, SoFy Velasco at RFPP 106.3 FM turned Eduardo Galeano into a Toulousain, which precipitated this blog to turn Carlos Gardel into a Rana uruguaya.
Acapulco… this is no time for Siesta 🎾 What A Racket!!! Doña LichaII.
But FO’ist! Moi aussi, M. Lee, j’aimerais pouvoir parler “en français“, but aside from the CYAN-colored sanitary mask, Eye just can’t possibly cover my beautiful MEXICAN face with a mascarade… o como dicen en Peru (Expression Latina 2011-12) con una puta farsa.
Rupestre as an adjective in Castellano is relative to rock, por ejemplo Raquelito:
pintura rupestre – cave painting
planta rupestre – rock plant or, Groot’s ancestors who turned into STONES… Darwin classified these as FOSSILS .
Psych!
“Solo es la experiencia que he experimentado ».
It’s “BLACK FREUD They”
MAMMA M’esta! Mia! Following Vlad’s Champagne Supernova announcement La Mairie de Paris formed an alliance with the SpumanteNationale, leaving La Nueve from Spain tending the Chicken Coop at City Hall.
In Local Sports News:
Öüï would like to remind “a el personal” that a conflict-of-interest prevents us from bringing you the GAME THAT KASIE HUNT can’t describe when it comes to Big Phat Millionaires (literally in the Sky With Diamonds, Lucie)
🇮🇹 v. 🇪🇸
… y a Jorge Ramos, tambien.
Pepperoni v. Chorizo
instead, ASegovia3 will be revisiting with our friend Roger Moore, allá en Toluca, a “Dos hasta la media noche” y la entrevista mítica que Radio Mexiquense grabó con la ayuda del sacerdote rupestre de Matamoros, Tamaulipas.
🎵 Sáquese de aquí señor operador q’Esto es un secuestro y yo manejo el convoy mejor haga caso para usted es mejor, así es que hágase a un lado porque ahí le voy 🎶🎶🎶 … 🔩 The tale, as told by the Cisco Kid (formally from Waco) to Sheriff Bart goes like this… “Then one day, I was just walking down the street when I heard a voice behind me say, “Reach for it, mister!” I spun around… and there I was, face to face with a six-year old kid. Well, I just threw my guns down and walked away. Little bastard shot me in the ass. So I limped to the nearest saloon, crawled inside a whiskey bottle… and I’ve been there ever since.”
In Contexto: dice la leyenda del Rock en Español, Miguel Bose, que por aquellos años “don Diablo” solía no registrar las entrevistas con los invitados a la cabina.
El Destino, cruel y a veces hasta irónico hizo que una noche de Otoño cualquiera [pero] de 1984, como aquélla cuando Radio Mexiquense realizó The Live Session with “El Sacerdote Rupestre” and all phone lines at the station were down, forcing the show’s producers to record the ROCKDRIGO session, so that that particular emission could be unpacked for the station listeners at a later date.
Later in the FABle, The Quiet Beatle told us about the time that The Fab…ricated Four played at Radio Mexiquense, the producers had the excellent idea to have The Liverpool Quarter do a cover of their own Eleanor Rigby with TWO SAXES, a TUBA and a motherfucking CLARINET. TROU STORY, just listen to the Rockdrigo session at Radio Mexiquense.
It’s a damn shame that The Beatles en Toluca sessions were not recorded, though. At the time, the current president of Mexico was put in charge of the Sector that deals with Communication(s) by the Mexican president that killed university students in the OLYMPIADES year of our LORDE of 1968.
Under Secretary López Obrador, austerity was the tune to which every Radio Programmer, like say DENIS SOULA in France danced to. ISSY, en octubre tenía que ser.
FUCK you! transmission continues with the CONTRA-vas:
It’s in the way that you brand it… never mind the Registry. And, Denis Soula, i bet that El niño Luc thinks that this toast is about him, eh? … bunch of Circus Animals*.
Time Now is the They After last night and The Russian Federation is about to appropriate Les Halles and all of the La Belle France®️ line of produced products including, but not limited, to the Sparkling Wine from the ASTI region of “Spumante”.
🎶 Ya lo dijo Freud, no recuerdo en que lado… [probably on page Tú, del Metro Balderas]…. after the break: 🇮🇹 v. 🇪🇸
Check it out, the staff is going to snort some cocaine, get some energy, maybe a Red Toro, some gizzards from FrancPrix, then take shit—and come back for Deadline, where peter ALEXANDER, or some asshole like that will re-hash The Men’s Warehouse Knews.
Deadline update: Viva Alicia!!! Say no to “the” ALEXANDERS-es-esos! Peter.
This slogan is approved by JORGE RAMOS, not because Öüï agree with El Reforma de don Calderón (big cacerola if youse into Cannes at the Mexican Embassy of “Jazz à juan-ito”), but because it’s a Trou Story that dates back to the Sicilia Theys at Trocadéro in March of 2011.
LUC FRELON, i am out of BEER! You jazz fuck!
Beer update, Mister Yasser Arafat cannot, EYE repeats, cannot let Mí lie, because our Ecuador connection restocked the urge for Hops in the form of an Ale, gracias, Mano.
And, Major Thom, please remind Mr. Luc that like you, Sir, Öüï needs to get high, Aussie! 🏄🏽♂️
What kind of Jazz Hour are you (Luc Fregón) running down at Issy, eh⁉️ You are displaying shades of Quebecoise-es-Ese. This is why Ontario is going to shit! Ya Bum!
This has been our “namastase” session as requested by the 6 O’clock Siren-end Shift.
Avec le soutien de un prêtre américain and Martin Marietta’s Master Builders in Miami-Dade County, a band in parts and off-course, SOBREDOSIS de CONCRETO.
With a Grant from The Ewe of California en La Santa Cruz (Campus IHESS). Seminar on “los hijos de Sánchez”, follows. Musical Score provided by Strickland (TX) propane and propane accessories.
But FO’ist!
There’s something about Chris Jansing.
Synopsis: If you have knot been reading this blog, then chances are that you know that ever since Phill Griffin left the peacocks at the NBC farm several “acts” have followed, —all have moved to París— but there’s Something about Chris Jansing.
Part One of Tú, and Vice-President Harris, thank You for reconsidering Manu Chao’s prayer, and Madame Harris please don’t be afraid of “The Zebra” in-or-around La Ave. Rev. on account that Öüï all (already know, including Cerf-panthère*, that it is nuttin’ but a Donkey Show, and you OF ALL PEEPS “know that can’t be bad”. Tell’Em# Armando “el manitas” (From Juárez) sent you. Them Renegados wear a Red (Bandana) and “The Kids” are Alright.
Note to Françoise (La Pancha de La Bagagerie) ay' te va toda la frase de un chingazo (chingadazo if youse Versed in argot Chilango).
Translation is made possible by a grant from the good Frogs at DEEPL™️…
Précisément dans ces moments où la confusion règne terriblement dans l’atmosphère, comme d’étranges microbes venus d’autres galaxies, envoyant des messages télépathiques, nous faisant voir des réalités qui ne correspondent pas aux bonnes dimensions, le prophète du nopal se présente d’une manière ou d’une autre, déblatère depuis 1984 et dans ses visions hybrides du rock and roll mexicain, il m’a raconté un jour des rêves oniriques et des symboles archétypaux que je devais réciter par les trompes d’Eustache à tout le personnel ces messages du prophète du nopal” (Rockdrigo, 1985).
Sure, sure, y’all are going to dismiss this as a conspiracy theory but Willie Geist, with Slovakian and Hungarian roots (Eye smells Esperanto’s Soros!!!soroS) and the fact that Chris Jansing is the Face of Oh, hi! O… what’s the Story, Thomás Pesquet?
Note to programmers:
The Reflex — George Soros (spell IT backwards, The Prophets of RAGE and Chuck D will leave IT!–At D.A.T.*
And Luc Frelon, if you are listening… Fuck You! It’s a Fraternal Fuck You—“… [A]nd Ewe knows, you should be G.Lad,* period
