Tag Archives: Fenster The “copy editor”

Last Week to They — A closer rug (Maine)

It’s All Greek To Mí — ‘Stamos con Lewiston, in Maine, eating regular red lobster 🦞 near a bowling for Columbine theme night.

 

Öüï last saw Fenster the copy editor square dancing in what used to be a French settlement probably named after a racetrack in the Ancienne ⚜️  Régime au Mans, which probably explains why Fenster ordered the escargot 🐌 during the restaurant scene in REPTILE.

Meanwhile at El Mundo de Le Monde de Mans:

Les trafiquants osent tout!

Sor… presa.

Drugs hidden inside weapons…
Armas disimuladas entre las drogas…
J’ai même vu de la drogue planquée dans la drogue!

Boobie traps, arrive courtesy, Está Vez por cortesía de Víctor Jagger, the Freejack snatcher.

Page 11, 22/23 Octobre in Le Monde

Page 12… Greece: Europe’s austérité laboratoire.

Yup… Cam One was inoperable, me lo dijo una “estupida” calaverita.

 

Over at The Rollings Stone Circus, Öüï caught up with Emilio, who está vez, found some shelter with a crazy nun, but who’s keeping score eh! No ‘stamos ciegos, it is clear as secrets in plain sight.

 

¡Ok, napolitano! Tú quieres hacerte el americano …

The return of Fenster the Copy-as-he-speaks_writer:

https ://twitter .com /SegoArma /status /s=20

Ré-silience en Re-Silenzio… 🎹 📢 ♟️ 🎬

As with Évry thing French ⚜️, all that the ruler-in-Chief has to do is change the name of one racket 🏸for a motherfucking bronze paddle 🏓.

Cognac, one pussy punch at a Thyme.

 

Earlier on, “Thank’s 🇲🇦 for going ARMY” :

Nice job if you can get it, and Ewe can get it, if Youse All That You Can motherfucking Be, so long Ewe are very French when you do it, just like Jupiter did when he was in charge of placing the “mementos” of young-jews deported to Poland, indeed 🇲🇦, Be all the Napolitano that Ewe can Be.

What’s The Matter With Kids Today? — NOFX [whatso-fucking-ever] 🌉 Heavy Petting Zoo, (1996).

La Marine lance un cours de préparation pour aider les recrues à perdre de la graisse corporelle et à se qualifier pour servir… Oh, les Sacré Fritos de Notre Dame de fip French 🍟 and WHINE, — y’ah fat fucks.

https ://www .stripes .com /branches /navy /2023-04-21 /navy-sailors-recruits-fitness-course -9878715 .html

Rendition? That’s Greek for the Yanks and Chinese for the Frogs, them Rosbifs insist that their ancestors stopped at Caledonia and that there’s no such thing as an “Australia”, arguing that it’s all a Mel Gibson production like the one he produced about la Gran Tlaxcala.

 

Any how, the fries are always crispier on the crispest high-definition screen, take for instance last week’s numero uno of Le Parisien as Öüï compares apples to apples and chicks for peas:

Pomme de terre

La grande dessertion

One in three young-bloods throws in the napkin before the end of their meal course. This is a phenomenon of unprecedented proportions, [bigger than a Quarter Pounder or one of those faggety Le Royal™Deluxe] a sign of the lack of attractiveness of military chow as compared to The Melle. Pitch Award advertisement sector pretentious mignardise.

Hechos del dia ~ P. 2  y 3
N° 24463 ; vendredi 21 avril 2023

Got Ketchup?

On the next América does Benny Blanco from Belleville, Chi Chi goes to Napoli ⚽… El Niño Luc 🤔 stays in Milan but Saint-Germain-des-Prés don’t care. More Happy™Meals 🍟 at Odéon. That fucker Delacroix is all giddy with Jacob at Saint Sulpice, probably because🎷 Slick Willie’s 🎶 vibes remain at the Orthodox joint below 🧀 from that ol’Wake of the Guy who told his UN guy to just say no.

But FO’ist!

I promised you a Wall for the next Grand Mexican Gig in The Sky, for now i’m-ah—gonna-drop this PAYwall first just for bibliographical purposes and for a semi-fair sort-of use of ALL MEDIA:

https ://www .leparisien .fr /economie /emploi /un-petit-tour-et-puis-sen-vont-ces-soldats-qui-plaquent-larmee –21–04–2023–

Let’s talk shop, motherfuckers, “Chop-chop, let’s go-go” you are all burning daylight and Marc Conruyt at the French Army recruiting siege of Saint-Mande [Ud., Mí Général] is about to get a re-fresher course in Guerrilla Grills and other assorted value meals out there.

For starters, the French Army (in France, of course) might very well be the largest employer of The Fifth Republic, but I bet you Serge Gainsbourg’s piano 🎹🚭  that I know which CLOWN [who coincidentally has been missing for a good LUSTRO or so] comes in second:

 

… and not to be outdone by César’s DAUGHTER, Juanito Leguizamo crosses The Poto’MAC, —The Pot’Omac, son! The Poto’MAC.

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Somewhere over the Rainbow… En Chihuahua

Warning ⚠️ Slippery 🩸 When 🩸 Wet 🩸…
Musiques des films qu’il faut avoir vu avant après 14 ans, in Allegretto en Las Alturas, Municipio de Cerocahui en La Sierra Tarahumara.

Trou 🕳️ story, ask Musicopolice… the only france musique disc jock who can play rock and roll:

{and}

For the record ⏺️
… Víctor Quintana Silveyra (2013–2014 IHEAL / morena-francia‘s godfather, —literally, not philosophical, despite his PhD*) once asked of his Sorbonne Annex students what all of the information that they (Masters-level courses, o algo así) compiled from social media was for? What good, the professor asked, was scrolling and scrolling through the internet in the end?

Cat Soup… Get it?

Response:

If the good Profe could see U.S. now, and if Eye could recreate that sticky early-evening class setting, Öüï would tell him that all that scrolling is the Harmony in la pianola, après Le MIDI®️

Full disclosure:
… at the time, I only scrolled the interwebs for porn, on CSPN, of course, and occasionally on the Buzzfeed.

Living on a prayer now with Mariachis and Low Riders, verda’ d’Dios Que Sí. A Huevo Que Sí³.

³~. A huevo que sí 🇲🇽 = 🇫🇷 bien Sur 

Behold! Yo soy del mero Chihuahua y Yo Quiero Taco Bell.

Sources close to Las Dunas de Samalayuca y El Rancho “Los Dos Cachorros” relay that over at Taco Bell Central (The Great Sovereign State of Chihuahua en Las Galaxias) the body count for the month of June just topped 60 souls, and in the following section, our Brad Pitt puerto riqueño, FENSTER the Copy Editor, will figure out just how many GRAMS, collectively they weight.

Ladies in Gímenez… JESUSITA en Chihuahua no es JESUITA, and she fucking hates YODA!

Mientras tanto, allá en la Diocèses de Molière, Colbert was breaking the rules of The Temple. Trou 🕳️ to form, Colbert sent his sicarios to pound on the doors. May God help us all and bay bee 🐝 Jesús keep U.S. on his baby 🐥 prayers.

Living on a prayer and Taco Bell.
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🎶🎸 We’ll Give It A Shot!

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Correlate: Intermedio + Anchor Song

Frequency hop.
This is a time–delayed apunte.
TimeNow:
Las tres de la madrugada
Location: Montreuil, vía Azincourt.

Henry the Fift and Nº3.
22 hundred hours
por el Nº2.
Navidad 2018.

Synopsis:
Fift Spoke (Shifty Henry) and N°3 (as himself) are a pair of jail birds. They make a break for it after Fift Spoke notices that the warden was preoccupied with “sad sack”, a blue–balled square who’d been weeping all night at The Cell. Hilarity ensues when the Super Star ain’t even 24 hours of age [on this Universe and the Next] Ladies in Gemeni, and the Seasons Greetings (Christmas Tree) float like jetsam por arriba de “les paves “.

Apunte para los editores:
The following is made possible by Muebles Troncoso®️, and it must be read in the voice of Chabelo™️.

Nº 4 is a square until 20 comes around.

Shifty Henry, never outgrew the thrill of Christmas day, and so when he got word that the warden was putting together a band for a Christmas party, his pedals knew that it would soon be time make a break for the Pas at Calais.

… le decía una muda ciega a un sordo mudo: ‘pos si Valentín cantaba sin acentos, por qué yo no he—de ‘Scribir.

Shifty Henry and “las hijas de La Chica del Coro” used to cross every Christmas Day into France to play “war” with Charles and the Quickly Misstresses–es–es of Orleans, a Roller Derby gang of feminas who answered only to SaraH–thoustra who, as a leader, was usually a nice cunt so long as no one mentioned the “charolastras”, a two–bit gang who_in_this —D R A F T— play_the_role of a_rival_gang from R_O_M_A who rode around in “avalanchas”. The charolastras wore a patch on their backs that depicted a Mowgli bust… if Mowgli was an Apache Indian, and not the Indian that Columbus was tryng to reach [in A_N_O_T_H_E_R   u-n-i-v-e-r-s-e] from la retaguardia.

[SaraH–thoustra mugshot goes smacked right below these brackets]

wait for it, wait… in the meantime enjoy the musical break sin acentos.

Ladies in Gemini:
Valentin Elizalde
… y los arboles.

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“Submitted for Ewer Approval” — American bad asses

Staff Photo at the « tianquiztli » de Poésie á Saint Sulpice (75006) follows… wait for it, Wait!

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In the mean time, PENELOPE, here’s a prospect for the project that we [the staff] will be announcing for our “short” Shortly, eh! Con el permiso de Javier, we think that he is perfect for the Role.

Fenster the copy–editor.

… while, You, Penelope, think about it—we [the staff] switch it over to Steph, whose trying to take over the “purple pundit” role, and Private—what’s his name— qué nos van a traer los pormenores desde Des Moines, Iowa.

Say there, Private “what’s your face”, have Ewe seen the little piggies at the International Porky Pig Fair?

In Calexico, it’s 08:45 in PST.

… pero aquí en París ya son las 18 con uno y lo que sigue es una Tangente Interesante colgada de las anécdotas de MARCUS MILLER y su trayectoria con MILES DAVIS, and it revolves around that time that he (Miller) was told: come on over, and get your lesson… or something like that.

Sin animo de ofender…
esa oportunidad que Marcus Miller recibió no nos fue [al Staff] posible de recibir, NI DE PEDO, pinche BROZO!!! Ni-De-Pedo, porque para nuestra buena suerte el encargado (o uno de los putos –encargados– del escritorio “de los paises que hablan Español en La « bendita » Agence France Presse resultó ser el conyugue de una de las activistas “lideadas” en la llamada protesta mexicana en París, por nuestro “AMIGO” Pablo Gleason; contraproducente resultó también –por si faltará menos– de que dicha familia compartía edificio –eran vecinos, pues– de nuestro espion neo Zapatista: Mr. Gleason… Viva México—Vive La France!!! 

… dear, Brontis á La Prefecture, because we [the Staff] have another dance with Marianne, the following snapshot is dedicated [from the bottom of SEGOVIASPIXES heart] to EWE’All at the 6émé dépôt.

Anygüey, Brontis; before we [the staff] submit for Ewer approval that most unfortunate snapshot, we [the staff] insist that said photograph is posted Sin animo de ofender…

Right now, however… we are going to take a break and a bottle of some kind of Alcohol, so wait for it, Wait…

Dr. Gonzo, in the role of Fenster “the copy editor“:
As your attorney, I advise you to take a hit out of the little brown bottle in my shaving kit… [before you post that most unfortnate snapshot] you won’t need much, just a tiny taste.

TimeStamp: The Saxophones and, Mysteries Revealed.