American Pie or the day that the old international order died

Let There Be Shred or how Dave Mustaine learned to dance Stayin’ Alive… ISSY-whether-Youse a Mother or a Brother : You’re stayin’ alive

More Cowbell — More Cow Belle.

 

In local news and as predicted by Vice President Vance, February made Joe shiver with Évry podcast he delivered. “The cultural war of the Joe Rogan Show” has reached Fear Factor ratings, according to German Chancellor Friedrich Merz.

Sources close to the Attorney General, Pam “shit-eating” Bondi’s scatologist still remember the moment when Joe Rogan looked away like a faggety Eric Clapton in 1976 UK Tour : Cocaine and Racism, when he [Rogan, not Clapton] first watched the 2 Girls 1 Cup youtube video at the height of the “contestants must drink a cup of donkey semen” and other classics of the show that paid for one of his swimming pools in Kentucky.

Fear Factor is literally a shit show and journalism is not a crime.

Over in France, gremlins are already registring at El Mundo de Le Monde. Portuguese sirens introduced a bug via a troyan fado song. Preliminary survey suggests that the bug was smuggled by a flussy known by France24 as “the bossa nova”, but it’s not really the bossa nova, but Öüï will keep an Eye on how this transmission deveolps, or —deconstructs, knowing these Frogs.

No word, yet, if Joe Rogan has squirmed like a little bitch after streaming the latest episode of the “Like a Prayer and a Homeland Shit-Show“, however, eschatologists near to Homeland Security Secretary, Christi Noem’s anglo-saxon written Bible are predicting that Joe Rogan is going to squirm as if it was the end of El Mundo de Le Monde.

Véronique Mortaigne goes to Brasil to interview a “los pare de sufrir” to find out about Joe Rogan’s end of the world and his new swimming pool at the French Quarter of Mardi Gras.

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /club🫟jazzafip /carte-blanche-a-veronique-mortaigne

Any 🦉 hoot, Véronique Mortaigne, if mort-aigne is your real CEDEX… in Hilo Hawaii it is Still 13 February and IT!, happens to be a Viernes con Robinson Crusoé 📖 not a Wednesday 🕸️ with Jeffrey Epstein.

Swing Low Sweet Charriots: when you was slaves, you sang like birds

Sing Mí a Nigger (Wuoh’ik) Song

Up next, BADGES on The Treasure of The Sierra Madre…. Öüï don’t need no stinkin’ badges.

Lyle: Now, come on, boys! Where’s your spirit? I don’t hear no singin’. When you was slaves, you sang like birds. Go on, how ’bout a good ol’ nigger work song?
Bart: [singing] I get no kick from champagne, Mere alcohol doesn’t thrill me at all, So, tell me why should it be true, That I get a belt out of you…

Let IT!, be… K Street.

And in Washington, The Smithsonian Museum of African-American History is getting a facelift with a new eXhibit about Eric Clapton in the 1976 Enoch Powell’s repatriation program.

Deer, Hélène Frade… meet Marion Deslandes³

³~. Fashion —NETWORK— 27 MARS 2024… sponsored by, MUUUUgato’s Derelicte Printemps-Été Olympic Ed.

I shot the pig, but Eye didn’t eat the bacon.

⚡https ://www .metalsupermarkets .com  /sheet-metal-gauge-chart/

* Note to those keeping count, please note that a 20 gauge Stainless steel plate is almost .1mm in thickness, with that in mind, I could have done the entire stair at the place where Évrybody, and apparently Antony, now knows your name. For the record the stainless steel plates are courtesy of the last facelift at bershka®️ and I regret not keeping the wall-to-wall mirror.

MuuuuuGato was here — La Vache, Hélène… La Vache!!! Featuring, “Roaring Kitty and The Pussy Stocks.”

 

And, Katty Kay, say hello to Ma’ Gic, in the mean time, it’s another edition of a 36-hour News They on a 49-day makeover, and Öüï rewinds back to our encounter with the Abominable Albino Cockroach.

Anyhow, if Ewe likes Gina Kolata Öüï’s gonna love her favorite cocktail partner, Piña Colada.

La Sombra de La Corrupción…
Now Öüï Knows How Many
TOTAL-es IT, Takes to
Make Macron Ravi
of The NYSE
🤑

🎸= Lira

Y, regardless of how the New York Nics fare at MSG, one thing is for sure, ERIC CLAPTON is no hero, regardless of what Madam 🎸 Salade Saade scribbles on her HopScotch… 🎶🌬️ Pretending.

Featuring:

Beck hung himself with’Ah guitar string, and Eric Clapton es un perdedor on Morning Joe — cut it.

Brontis à La Préfecture, Morena-Francia, and the toughest “blanchissement” agent in the underworld, LA MODE, and of course, los amigos de Pablo Gleason on Javier Sicilia’s professional agitators at Le Trocadéro and the Foreign Presse Center of Le Grand Palais.