And Marouane, [not] that one, please relay to ADF James that in Hilo, Hawaii, las venas de América are nothing more than them tectonic pilates, any how, it’s Primetime in Hilo Hawaii, en París it is just another Saturday without the garbage trucks in sight, looks like someone or something lost their point of REFERENCE, Oscar is going to get dickish about, IT!, you know, —why do you think, that the frog and her pig call Oscar, the grouch?
Previously on, Pedro Navajas filerió⁶ al Padre Raúl y el monaguillo Andrés don’t care.
Page 48… Cartes et propagande, XIXe siècle: La lumière vient de l’ouest.
“Mexico”, said Father James, “for example is in North America”, and that’s when little ol’ me, had to pull out my Roberto Clemente bat, and begin, like that liberal Blades did, —la segunda del noveno.
The pitch was sent, and dang’on–it, i had no other option than to remind brother Jaime that in another inning, Tegucigalpa was part of the (very brief) Mexican Umpire of Agustín de Iturbide “el pirulí”.
Foul ball to outer reaches of left-field. The Count was now at 1 strike, out of three, if you are fond of the games paraphernalia but have no fucking idea how to follow the play, like the late Queen Elisabeth II at Baltimore’s Wire Stadium did during the second Bush Umpire.
“Ah, you see, now he’s getting political, I’m being geographical, and that’s where Mexico is,” noted the pitcher to his Dario Moreno Dance squad, and who wasted no time in sabotaging the home plate (batting area) by pulling me into the dance mix, because the fémina part of that duo was already dancing, so i did the only thing that i could do, which of course was to turn a MERENGUE into a polka. ¡SIBIRIpiQUIPAU
⁶~. … or something like that, according to la RAE: https ://www .rae .es /tdhle /alfilerear