Deer, Luc Free Log, fuck you and the helicopters that you love. With that in mind, let’s talk shop, our first involuntary guest is La Somme.

For the record what a time to be alive, Representative Ruffin, leave it to the filthy French to have an snap 🫰 election, la Fête de La Musique and, the motherfucking opening ceremony of the Games of the XXXIII Summer Olympics all in the span of one month… and with a shark 🦈 on the loose up and down l’Ille-de-France. That’s fucking impressive, mister Ruffin.

Es que ser no es lo mismo que estar, porque estar viva is just to Be Alive, ¡As opposed to being dead, —eh! Ojo con eso ya que « ser » muy viva is a personal quality of equis persona, it means that the person is very smart and more often than not it juxtaposes on the thresholds of opportunism. Ask Gilberto Bosques en París.

… and mister Ruffin, it’s no coincidence that “el orgullo” del nepotismo de La Maison de La Radio en París, not in Issy, named his new album, “Viva tú”…

Anyhow, Representative Gatel, do you qualify for RSA while the Assembly is out of order, or are you Schiltz out of Luck?

Now, mister Ruffin, —much like the Shark ‘honeymooning-down-by-the-Seine premise, the RSA question might seem a bit asinine, but there have been episodes of sharks venturing onto a river, and if I may recall, there’s a Housekeeper who got elected in recent past, right?

https ://www .assemblee-nationale .fr /dyn /deputes /PA795438

Sure, mister Ruffin, sure… Eye knows that you have that little sardonic magazine and that coffee-making racket you got going with Chuck, or Philippe, or whatever your assistant’s name is, but what about representative Keke? Is she supposed to go back to her “personal services for parti-culeros”?

Bébé Requin—Hardy cover.

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Ask Georgina Moreno or Alicia Leos, mister Ruffin, both are the epitome of double entendre and all things shady in the Public Square of “mamma Marianne” and the backstabbing politics of the Mexican tacos stands (world wide).

Over at the Morjo Show, it’s Summer Movies at The Drive~In, at the silver screen multiplex, it’s “Back to my family” and “Mí and Mrs. Jones”. Mika is not a-mused… no wait, actually she is, her giggles gave her a güey.

Any how, there’s a shark roaming at THEE Canal de Saint-Martin, and I can confirm, that there was a dead guy at the Seine when Bejo was being filming JAWS (in French).

Inside sources under the nº 7 at La Conciergerie on the Right Bank relay that the dead fellow was not floating between two péniches-es—ese, but on the stairway to the Commerce Court at Cité, I know because I was there when the flicks sealed the scene… now say hello to my little Axolotl.