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Fuck you, Joe Scarborough… Ewe fo’

🐏… Fo’ken foo’… Orange ties are just stooopid, Mayor. It’s not even a match, orange ties vS. Gold Men’s Accessories, not even a Match. And Adrienne Elrod, you are wearing the wrong shade of naranja dulce – Limón Partido½.

Have a cigar… it’s not even breaking news anymore… this is why the Boston Floyds moved to Marseille… ask, Scarlett!!! she used to Vee the old VEEP, but everyone knows her as Elaine Benes¼.

¼.~ https ://en .wikipedia .org /wiki /Louis_Louis-Dreyfus

And, Reverend Al… glad to hear that you talked to the Superbowl committee; glad to hear that you told them “Pilgrims”, what you negros would do NEXT YEAR…
if the LEAGUE of indian nations, zoological tribes, and guilded trades logos on an American football helmet would not cede TERRITORIES, {AND/OR} FULL OWNERSHIP of an acre and a fucking stable of stubborn mules {AND/OR} other assorted FARM animals.

But, as Ewe already knows, Reverend Al, a more EspecThraCular way to speak to Donnie Deutsch and his Advertising empire buddies is to have both of the teams this coming Sunday in El Ey, kneel down during the mandatory Jimi Hendrix’s-es-ese version of the American Anthem: DOWN IN MEXICO, and then… once the Mariachi de Oro Juvenil finishes with the PASO doble, Walk The Fuck out of the Field in protest.

Naturally, that would be as Public ⊗ Enemy used to say… HARDER THAN YOU turn onto Exit M7 West (Babylon Turnpike and Roosevelt↵), even this year’s “theme song” is supposed to be like « [T]he Rolling Stones of the rap game, KNOT bragging… »

And Chucky-boooiy, that opening line is of course, Ringo, not Jagger…

{AND} Eye quotes with a Cue:
” What, goes on!…» is the ?

Gazpacho delivery services brought to Ewe, by a BOWL about nothing³.

³.~ That’s Gold, Garcetti! GOLD, AU!!! and here’s ANOTHER THING that Ewe may or may Knot Bee a Ware(W)o(L)f:

Check this out ⇒ here’s the play:

1.~ Ewe takes the AFT out of A⇔B, ∴ that turns the round into a spent CAP on that Tiger’s ass.

https ://www .quora .com /Why-cant-the-aft-cap-on-tank-rounds-be-made-out-of-combustible-material

2.~ With the AFT out of the way, load another Round, this time Fire-Fire H.E.A.T and deliver a WARM PURE(é) de VAL with LIMA’s address on it. Bee Vegui Vegui carefull, because GENERAL DYNAMICS has the homefield advantage in Long Beach, which is just a piss-splash away from Inglewood and the LAX.

https ://en .wikipedia .org /wiki /Lima_Army_Tank_Plant

3.~ Wait fo’IT!, wait.

Full DISNEY-grade Disclosure:
If you are easily offended by the fact that Ohio’s residents (from the Rock and Roll hall of fame) moved to El Ey, then Öüï suggests that you take your non-reading following elsewere, like say, Nantucket… where a French génie, dit Molière, is all the rage at, ‘iced-coffee, gazpacho sippin’, Today show viewing‘ retirement homes.

It’s called gravity and it doesn’t need GRAVITAS, period, plop!

½.~ Lima exprimida.

And, Adrianne Elgüey… Dick ChEney is no güey to bring Creedence to Liz…
with that in mind, I, Armando Segovia, am not going to compare the former Vice-President to Reinhard Heydrich, but then Reinhard didn’t mastermind the last 30 years, since like Nirvana was a thing.

Ned Lamont… Can Ewe hear Mi now? Connect Eye Cut.

Yada, yada, dada

Stanley Kubric’s… La Vache

Ketching-up in radio silence… [K]eep your squelch on

So, this guy… The Jerry Lewis on a motorcycle, for the French, i am not sure (yet) if this fellow is a Cantinflas or a Tin Tan. Now Mr. George Will, fuck you and keep the letter “ese”, out of the condemned alphabet soup of WASPian justice.

Let’s Play Hardball, there’s an opening for Capitol Police “top cop”… Goooooooo, Chris Matthews!

Now, Mr. Will, please be advised that right now i am writing you this in Hilo, Hawaii, time where it’s Oh-five 33′ in the early evening, you know Mr. Will, as those dangOn peacocks say in New York/New Jersey: on the Other Side of the CLOCK.

NOTE TO BFM’er TV and Radio 105.5 FM France Info:

My deer, motherfuckers… about that U.S. Transportation Secretary that you non-conspicuously mentioned on your conspicuos stationary news tickers of your FO’ist Edition.

_—\•!•/—_  Cher Antoine Forrestiere, regardez vato,  je dois retourner sur el terreno de Technicolor®️, donc please refer aux épisodes d’Elaine Benes [/] Ashley Chevalier of just a few days ago. En d’autres termes, M. Forrestiere, ne le prenez pas personnellement, ne pensez pas que ce cri vous concerne. Ashley l’a cru pendant une brève minute et où se trouve Ashley maintenant, M. Forresteire ? Probablement au Kansas, mais c’est besides de The Yellow Brick Road et d’autres assorted chatos.

So, yeah, Mr. Forrestiere, when your news compilers get on the Donald Trump “gravy train” by reporting on the last of the Mo’hick-annes (pronounced Mo•He•Cannes) departing  like RATS on a sinking ship and your producers fail the mention the pedigree of said rats, you cheat the French people of vital information that correlates the causation that sunk the afore-alluded imaginary OVAL vessel.

Now i am not placing the MANUFACTURE of CONSENT for the wife of the former Leader of The Senate, Moscow Mitch McConnell on you Mr. Forrestiere, —knot at all— i blame the REPTILIAN nature of FOX News en Française,  after all, you Sir; or rather Bonhomme, were engaged during The Way Too Early hour at The Old Fucker’s Oak Lodge Bar and Grill and you sir may or may not have been aware of Manu Chao’s aunt.

Now about those freq’s on the 105.5 wave on La Seine, please give me Three Steps and Eye knows, that there’s [but] One Way Out, and this is LAST WEEK TODAY.

Over at the Bri-Why stream, Jimmy CarVile just ran over Pepe LePew… preliminary reports suggests that CarVile, who rose to fame plotting pranks with Socks the Cat against the Valiant, Loyal and humblE “Buddy”, the chocolate Labrador at the 42nd edition of The White House, was caught listening to a little figurine with wings whispering orders into his left ear canal.