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Deer, Lorde! Tiny tools can only mean one thing

Any way, Malia, welcome to the place that Eye likes to think is where Évry body knows your name, in any case  please be advised that this most non-consequential blog is operating on a 36-hour frame, long~Story Short, Malia (Sorry If Eye Misspelt you for María last week today) my input is in a 36-hour format on account that this particularly independent exercise is synched exactly 24 hours from Hilo, Hawaii during the Summer time, and with Ukraine in the WINTER daylights; and if you’ve heard the News on France24, it’s going to be a cold Winter in that future part of RUSSIA (in the former U.S.S.R.) once U.S. Aid stops to flow, which will eventually drip into your BENDITA Sorbonne… but good luck with mister MACARON in Kazakhstan’s doughnut Em#Pire.

Ahora cuéntame una de vaqueros…

In Hilo, Hawaii, it’s December the 6th and Mark David Chapman just boarded a plane (verbatim) in Honolulu for New York, where he planned to win In°Famy by murdering a Beatle… it’s Mister Saturday Night .38 Special in décalage. In Paris, France, it’s already December 7 and in The Peru 🇵🇪, today is a day that will live in In°Famy:

CHINO, Chino—Japonés,
Come CaCa y no me des…
#IndultoEsInsulto

To quote on Twilight’s time, you are about to enter into another Di°Menti°On, a Di°Menti°On of sight, a Di°Menti°On of signs, you are about to enter into the Twilight Zone. And if you know the reference, Beat It, because where tiny tools are found, Wonka is wonkers are sure to follow.

Just the square, ma’am, knot the ringDough.

Peanut for size

And in local news, It’s Kris Krispy day in Paris, and all of the little cute doughnut shops that have popped up near or around La Canopée àt Les Halles are not amused, but Governor Kris Krispy thanks you anyway.

The afront of Krispy Kream on the small doughnut shop owners of Paris Centre is no different than that of a big corporate chocolate peddler installing his brand next to artisanal chocolatiers who cater to the Russian caviar and foie gras-eating crowd.

Arbeit Macht Frei, according to Mexican Mogul, Carlos Slim de Sanborns. Así que, “Chínguenle, pinches indios!” que las vías para los hoteles de la Rivera Maya no se duermen³ solos.

³~. Basically a railroad tie on which the railroad tracks rest, on a bed of Stones 👄, of course.

Entonces Charlotte Bibring, “acaso crees que estoy en un lecho de basalto?”, Heck no, siren, Eye is on a concrete threshold, ask Pinault, he knows.

 

¡Qué madres paralelas ni que ocho cuartos! — Öüï’s talking about the Teletón

And, Katty Kay… what are you wearing? Did you get David Brooks (NYT knot La Joranda) memo? It’s like Saint Patrick’s They but Green is for losers today.

George Baker ALBUM : BOF / Reservoir dogs (1970) LABEL : MCA’s Little green bag

Only on Instagram… Knot to be outdone by Plank #18*, De Gaulle calls, IT!, quits and his N°2 becomes the Last Coca~Cola at Les Champs Élyséés, Ewe Walk SIX Planks back from Plank N° 1 (Nayel Zeaiter):

*.~ From the main southern-facing aileron access gate.

https ://monoaureo .com /2021/12/06 /de-plano-2/

Courtesy of televisa monitos y El Heraldo de Alarcon.

… and Eye quotes, from the JC Decaux carpaccio spread around the perimeter of Le Grand Palais, and the COPY CAT version in Montreuil-sous-Bois, but in a different format:

CATASTRO and PFeyeZing with False Friends… One, Two, Three.

Note to Mika from La Place Saint-Opportune… IT!, checks out, Mika, “catastrophizing” as used this morning by that sorry excuse for a Beatle fan is FAIR PLAY. And here is why:

1. m. Census and statistical census of rustic and urban estates.
2. “I think that Comirnaty is in some ways similar to other words,” she said. Notably, Comirnaty is quite close to community, and it bears a resemblance to immunity, maternity, paternity and even modernity.

— https ://dle .rae .es /catastro
— The PFeyezer vaccine’s new name is Comirnaty. Experts break down why it sounds so strange

Still to come, Rita Moreno as seen by E.T.

Ay, pi-pi-ri-pi, pi-pi-ri-pi
—!—
And, Cousin Joe, do you really want to know what that lounge coat’s color is?
C’mon, Man!!! Évry body knows that Éugene is sporting a Lady GuGu’s “interior labia FUCHSia“, aka #fd3f92 from The House of Gucci.

Legend… sponsored by Carbon…
and Coal…
JC DeCaux and of Course
That Bitch, ~Channel… sorry I mispelled your name, Socorro³.
Sin Celery: Sale gosse, hijo de Frank Sinatra, aka, The Chairman of the motherfucking Board… KNOT to be confused with “J’ah Dirty Basterd” because that Sum-bich is Dean-oh’s mistake. At fip dot fr “iels” call him Thomas Corbillon… Issy, Thomas is an Opportune fag, but most of all, Thomas is a renegade… cocksucker denies the TERM “crooner”. A Jazz swinger, Thomas (that motherfucker) prefers to go by the moniker: Folk Star, after Bob Dylan because Thomas thinks that he tells a tale with a song, which is the very definition of a CORRIDO, or Ballad… if you are familiar with Los Chones de La Chona allá en morena–Francia… casi esquina con Balard Metro Line 8. Check the Plan or just ask Susana Puveda, she knows all the Licks… guitar licks, that is.

1.~ Dans la idée, en entrant par LÀ (1)
2.~ On pourra, dicen los franceses, aller de LÀ (2)
3.~ A LÀ (3)…
4.~ Et de LÀ (4) à LÀ (5)

³.~ Coco for short.

I saw Georgina Moreno kissing SANTA!!!

Georges Pompidou gets élu Président del UdR… or some Art Gallery like that.

But FO’ist!!! In Washington, The White House is all decorated for the SEASON… con una corona on the pediment y la bandera a media asta on the screen… It’s a MORNING MIKA version of « Santa Got Ran Over by a raindeer… who was running away form a 12-year old who got a fucking ASSAULT RIFLE for Sweet Baby Jesus’es Birthday », in ADVANCE! Cousin Joe, in ADVANCE of Santa’s They, which is why those fuckers (SANTA en plural-es) moved to FRANCE.

https ://www .businessinsider .in /international /news /the-us-is-facing-an-unlikely-shortage-santas– /articleshow /87970822 .cms