If your name is Laurent Nuñez and you are the Préfect de police: fuck you and the cop who told me that I could not take a picture of the after-maths

Patterns for César Le Benevolent :

Fantasy Formula and Global Pedophiles on the Morning Snap-on of Saint Donald Day.

firstly, Öüï must go back to the morning after the Inter Miami headed back to Mar-a-Lago following Zlatan’s comment regarding Messi’s teammates… now Eye’s been to a few manifs and a couple of mime marathons along The Seine but I have never seen the streets littered so neatly with trash, every artery from the place where a sicario dared to show his face and just for penitence sake killed a French King to death, to the other side of Duc des Lombards and all the  way back to Innocents Square.

This Bud’s for Ewe.

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Eye tell you César, at first light the quartier looked like it had been customed fit-ted with a multi-brand quilt sparkled with shattered vodka, aromitised beer and other assorted alcohol bottles, by nine in the morning it was evident that the best sanitation and trash pickup in the whole wide world of Sports was only going to clear the trash from the cobblestone not from the sidewalks; by noon it was the businesses themselves who had to ask their workers to clear all the shit from their doors.

July 15 — Saint Donald They. Dished by Donald O’Tacos and devoured by Rosie O’Donnell.

By the time that Bayern Munich ended their engagement in the MAGA FIFA World Cup 2025 it was clear that Mme. Hidalgo was not going to be putting up with the suburbs shenanigans after the PSG’s games.

Incest Don

Now on the night that Mbappé cried in Castellano, the streets at Châtelet where eerily quiet and only a handful of bars had the PSG match on their screens.

Le 36 quai des Orfèvres à la écran… “ya llegó Nikki Lauda, todo el mundo está aquí ».

¿En dondé está la biblioteca?

 

Televisa and MSNBC Presenta:

Jump to Mañana y los nobles on Morning Joe… This is no time for Siesta, this IS Acapulco infantilization time, sleep… Everything Is Under Narco Control.

Based on El Chavo del Ocho’s strategy.

 

Ladies in Gemini please stand for the National Anthem… BLACKED by Luther Vandross

Where all my Jeffersons’ niggas… over

PORN — deer 🍆 Cher — it’s what’s for dinner.

Malcolm X is drinking a beer at a bar, in walks Luther and that motherfucker, —Martin, hilarity ensues when the bloody Mary pressure drops and in walks UNIVERSAL DONOR type-O negative to pump some batucada disfrazada de Bidonville… Peter Steele guest stars as the monaguillo Andrés del Padre Antonio en Panamá.

Anyhow César, it is true that all vias lead to The Seven Hills, so don’t think that your thread 🧵 is expended, far from it, heck Munich is Just a Shot 🥃 away.

🏸 👙 🏸

Seriously 🐕, where all my niggas in Paris at?

Bet-o-Rama on the vote to watch The U.S. unravel

Faster than Brad Pitt on La Seine:

Precipitate if you will [the picture], but this is no time for Siesta, this is watermelon time.

… this is what it sounds like when a hummingbird laughs.

In Washington, and in true carpet-bagging fashion no less, Joe Scarborough told Pablo Torre that the band could not play to THEY. The reason? Well the reason is irrelevant because Pablo will not get to highlight just how much FLORIDA* and not the great Lionel Messi, suck.

Deer Donnie Deutsch : GLOBALIZE HUMAN RIGHTS, and fuck The Nation of ISRAEL, and Jonathan Greenblatt, Israeli settelers are the rightful heirs of The 1000 Year Reich, now with Hebrew gibberish in the subtitles.

*~. Specifically Miami… Dade County is a sanctuary city for U.S. sponsored terrorism, and where Uncle Sam sends John Leguizamo’s sicarios to retire. It’s like Vegas but with a large population of geriatric Jews; but there is no correlation between the AIPAC and Andy García and The Miami Sound Machine.

Free buses for Jews in New York… meanwhile in ISRAEL, the Jews are sending yet another Blitzkrieg to the Gaza Strip and promising that the Jewish anti-defamation league will set those Palestinians free.

And, Katty Kay : Florida had the morning off.

… but then again, it’s like the Great Zlatan said, “Messi is like a big GHOST who plays in a circus!”.

Si, El Norte… fuera el Sur : Adria Arjona cantaría un Rap and Jason Momoa no existiría

I swear César le bénévole that Öüï is not making this up, heck nigger! Ewe yo’Self may stumble up on it one of these days if you shop at the Three Mouseketeer’s store, details during tonight’s showdown at Trump’s Corral.

… y tu papá también.

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Ricardo 🇬🇹, o Caetano 🇧🇷 é seu Pai

This is an intermediary frame in change… Have a Peach 🍑 César, it’s courtesy of “As Thyme Goes By” en Casablanca.

I’m SIRIUS, César and youse knot and here is why, doctor, because you never leave a gathering without saying goodbye, otherwise you ain’t nothing but a McDo employee who changes his/her shirt 🎽 at the end of the shift to clock-out (punto-y- coma); which is why the “guests of honor” ignored the feast, Thomas de Por-Qué-Rie, because clochards hate being the product of the Knights, and this César (coma), is the difference from those who make Enigmas in the electronic transactions fields (cryptology) and Snoops in free-Lance journalism like me… Öüï Say It as, IT!, is. Sí, si, see 🙈