Previously on Kevin Bacon did French Toast with a side of Mika, and this is last Weak to They.
Ok, by the numbers:
1. Pretty woman.
Jack Nicholson, Susana Pubeda, even in his sendlitud Selenitud twilight remains a fast Caballito Galopante 🐴.
That’s self evident if youse a non reader of this most non-consequential blog, but just in case you think where the next Curve is going to, here’s a pretty horse… and in Paris, France, as Öüï speaks, mister Sara°Tú°$tras, Louis Pasteur just figured out how to tell a horse’s age just by looking at the Beast’s gum-Line.
Did you use JAVEL or Montsouris for that stop? The shirt gave Ewe, a Güey.
Heck, Eye reckons that… wait one, I’ve lost my RER B to Robinson train of thought.
I am an Antichrist and I am an Antidentite… any how, Javel is a cockroach enabling agent.
2. False advertisement
And, Susana Puveda, fuck Denis Soula, first and for—most, no Soula-ment une fois, but many, many, many times and here is, Y (why en Wall Street Anglais de Nice (06)).
Because, Deer 🦌, The Producers forgot the Butterfly 🦋 Effect and instead used a Flock Of Birds, flamingos de Camargue 🦩 of all places and Ewe knows that it is 🐂.
But that red 🚪hallway at the Thorne’s residence at least was little bit reminiscent of The Shining, sans the Twins and RedruM, off-course.
3. Let them eat cake, you French 🥖 Bastards. Thank you for the pastrami sandwiches… and all that Jazz.
But if Ewe join me on the Next post, it’s DENTISTS WITHOUT BORDERS… deer, Friends.