Tag Archives: Emilia Pérez meets Johanne Sacreblu

Apostrophe ‘Ese with Katie Tur

2 + 2 = Penta … gone. Take it from Kube, it’s gone.

Safe!… and as contradictory as it may be, yer’OUT! Too.

V is now 4… and Zeppelin, goes here. Drip by drip.

Let’s Go Surfing Now, Évrybody’s Surfing come on on sa-PHARE with 🎼 Mí … Oh-uh-ohh-Eau 🌊

 

And finally, Edward Snowden was a fag, in comparison with that The Atlantic editor guy. I (Armando Segovia) wonder what EDWARD SNOWDEN would have done if Tom Nichols would have included the whistleblower in a West Point email Signal?

Tendencias con Yoli, prima de Emilia.

Not to piss on your template, MSNBC’s-es, but how exactly is Chelsea’s-es “War Diaries” different from The Secretary of Defense’s-es-es Ethnic Hooties Hotline chat group?

Bien intégré, un wallaby est privé de titre de séjour par la préfecture en Bretagne

🦘… It’s perfectly normal, in times like the ones that we are living through (2nd Trump term) what used to be “down under” is now, in accordance to the Parallel Postulates, “up over”.

Pumkin Head in Essonne.

Any how, with all due respect we are just keeping track of Emilia Pérez in the awards universe of the Seventh Screen of The Silver Seven or some S.E.A.L. like that. Our thoughts and prayers are with the poor wallaby in La Mancha and Louise en el bosque de Los Templarios.

We now return to the Last Angry Man, Again

It’s Oh-Six-30 in CET, and in the words of Paul Cicero in Martin’s Scorsese’s “Goodfellas”, Lorraine de Sousbeille demands a raise :

Fuck You, Pay Mí!!! La mutuelle est en hausse et les prix des courgettes me submergent.

It’s 6:30 Somewhere.

 

In this section, the Student will learn neo-Geography from Agturo Ratatouille and Selena GÓMEZ PALACIO… but first! Is it Río Bravo 👏🏿 or should you refer to that body of water as Grande? Let’s ask Arianne.

It’s Oh-Eight-30 for someone… France Travail but who’s working?

Synopsis from Rampantes Rastreras and Rotten Zucchinis:

DEEP 🇨🇳 SEEK is too fucking slow for this most non~consequential blog, send in DEEP 💩 SHIT!!! I’m your Sputni🛰️k–BUSTER.

AMA, Deus… In Rock and Roll History Elvis finished recording GUADALAJARA

Ok, mister Ask Mí Anything, who killed Moe Zart?

French internets

 

— The Last Action Hero, silly rabbit… but never mind the Man in The Iron Mask, that’s just the ex-finance Minister that who inspired Versailles before Molière showed him his last play before he (the finance Minister, not Molino) was sent to jail. Happy Birthday Vaux-le-Vicomte. F. Jean-Baptiste Colbert, particulièrement, Francis.

F. Kurt Vonnegut.

Meanwhile, it’s 1612 and over in Spain, Felipe (the third in that line-up) not the current one, grants the first privilege to a French composer to operate the first brothel in the vicinity of La Plaza de Toros Rodolfo Gaona in JALISCO, Mexico. The bullring, predates the Gaona christening and for those who insist that La Tauromaquia has nothing to do WITH MEXICAN CULTURE can just go ahead and sign the petition of MONTERREY to rename The Gulf of México to The Gulf of King Don*, because the oldest bullring in the world, next to Nîmes 🏟️ and 🏟️ Arles, is in Mexico, not Spain; but then you must Remember This: that all of the bullrings lead back to Rome, y Roma (corazón) —es amor.

There it is, the elephant in the room, Ladies in Gemini.

*~. The Title of “Don King” was already taken by another well-known Manhattan huckster 🥊 named The 🕶️ Hurricane.

Pay Attention, Alicia Menendez… The Real Tesla 🌐

Your insurer won’t cover, IT!? ¿Ya valió verga su seguro para La Influencia? Take Five and head over to the DREAMERS Hall.

I Want To Ride My Bicycle

[Track 9, And All That Jazz]

Have no fear, Alicia Menendez, this is how youse gonna play it and the first thing that you must remember is that there is no such thing as Future 🫨 Shock. Any hoot Penelope, this are the stops on of this journey and the second thing to remember is to avoid AT ALL COSTS la puta de Santiago de Compostela …. wait, don’t look back at La RUTA, not la puta de Compostela, and don’t talk to Emilio Estavez there, that son of bitch will repossess your FREQUENCY HOP signal code, but also because Vigo is right around the corner and that’s where Francisco Franco’s HOMBRES G headquarters are dug-in. It’s 1936 and from here you SHOOT STRAIGHT TO DURANGO.

The following is a political advertorial written way before The Dead Sea Scrolls were even put into pulp (fiction) for the más-es, ese.

My name is Armando Segovia
and I am running for
DNC CHAIR, man!

The Real Tesla 🗼📜

And Fuck, Wellstone! Aussie.. and Luke RUSTARD, of the Meat 🐂 The 🦚 Press markets… fuck you too!