… [B]ueno, to be fair, the bottle was more of an Egyptian flower vase, the catch–when–rubbing the side of dicho florero, a French femme named Florence and, in the role of “My Favorite Jeannie”, Lætitia Casta.
Well would you look at D.A.T. .::. 1A39C695-04B5-4183-934A-4FFDB5E6C8A3 🇫🇷⚖️🇲🇽 Now, S.I.R.E.N.E., if you wish to reference Bubble I and Bubble II, you will have to cross reference the entries for El Instituto Cervantes and Eli Guerra/Julieta Venegas at La Maison de la Amérique latine, and El País de Ana Anabitarte, respectably on the “tags” of this most non–consequential blog.
Now if you are wondering what the UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador (assigned on 9 December 2016) Lætitia Casta is doing on this week’s edition of:
Well, Frank*, Ain’t D.A.T. a motherfucking coincidence D.A.R.E. on that gate? Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t!
Ponte al día… at the time, in the summer of 2008 i, armando segovia, skipped a meal with the publisher and the rest of the U.T.E.P. summer internship program at a weekly that catered to the Latin American community of Philadelphia and Southern New Jersey, —you know— the kind that are readily available where people gather, like say, a metro station, a nightclub or at a shopping center, anyway, Frank*, the Unicef Goodwill ambassador on the gate above was, at the time [probably] celebrating the very story that I was about to cover. At that particular time I was on my way back to the office, before i left the shack at the International University dorms, i happened to notice on the screen that Ingrid Betancourt had just been released from her captivity in Colombia 🇪🇨 Now, hear me out Frank*, because with the aid of a 1600 cc Kawasaki parked next door, at a hotel’s parking lot, it was quicker for me to hit the Northside, snap a few photos and get a few quotes from the Colombian diaspora regarding the release of Ingrid and be back next to City Hall before anybody noticed that i was in–and-out of the building, you know, because “that’s what reporting is all about” however, Frank*, at that particular time as i was getting off of the highway, i notced that i had missed call coming from the cell phone of the office boss; five minutes later i was informed that Hernán, the publisher, was taking the interns for a snack…or something like D.A.T. .::. 93123D20-4613-4A10-844D-69D76A8A7686 🧮 to be continued.
you will have to tune in to find out.
In the meanwhile, hoy no hubo Deadline, puras piñas, de cualquier manera here’s don Calderon’s comprehensive sketch:
… [M]ean, while Donald John Trump plays “The Güizzard of Ooze at The Swampiest House in the Free World, Nicolle was cooled–off by Houston, ADRIANNE el Rod’s “Voto Latino” go–to–Guy, is turned into “alambre” by La Cocina de Trump… “Chiiiiiiiii—charrón de puerco y puerca”. « ¡CHIIIIIII–charrón de Puerco y Puerca!!!
Spring Semester 2011 Eli Guerra à La Maison de l’Amérique latrine… à La Maison de l’Amérique latine, Latina; –not LATRINA– because eso está puesto en ESCENA en otro lado. .:. Sources: INSTITUTO Cervantes, Jorge Harmodio, Mr. Leoncio Orellana, and of course, The Secretary of Foreign Relations for México, el Doctor Marcelo L. Ebrard Casaubón.
Dear, Nicolle Wallace, 911 was an INSIDE JOB. Just ask Dick Cheney. ¡No te HAGAS!!! Michael Moore, the director told U.S., ISSY, Chuck Todd, it is Not rocket man Science.