Tag Archives: Gaëlle Renard — Fip

Double Fantasy — Just Like Starting Over

Down at The Sunset Barbershop 🌄 it’s Elvis’ Birthday and to celebrate, Charles de Gaulle just became the First President of France and the Watergate Trials begin. In an ironic twist, The United States of America declare “War on Poverty” and a fucking UFO is spotted by a French farmer (on strike, of course) in TRANS-en-Provance… no word if the aliens were androgynous-like or just your average Aladin Sane cat from Japan kind.

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Here’s one for the Ages… it’s from The Sirens 🚒 of The 🚨 World, and from the one with the curse of Claudia de Pointe du Lac de Lioncourt, no less… Gaëlle the fox.

Musical Guest:
The AMG 🐴 Pinto Barbershop Quartet featuring Marjolena Kalten-Porten Siren

In Gaëlle’s cuntless (\) world³, the disk jockey wonders what François Mitterrand would do in a world where Elvis was a 90-years old honkey? According to Ziggy Stardust, Marshall Petin would buy that ∴rquitect a fucking guitar, because El Infierno is always looking for talent and Mister Miterrand will certainly have more than 10.000 hours to play that Lyra like a French Wednesday Noon-time Wail 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 🧜‍♀️

³~. Gaëlle is a Siren🧜‍♀️ and much like vampires, Gaëlle is missing part of what made Bobbie a Woman

January 8, 1959… Fidel enters Havana, thus securing the future of Alicia Menendez at the Festival de La Calle Ocho in “little Havana”.

And with that, we switch, IT!, over to La Pundita in Manhattan to close another edition of January 8. Congratulations to the Events that made the day and better coverage next year to the Algerian Protocols that didn’t; and let’s see what tu morro will bring.

Take IT!, a güey!!!

A Jupi Shade of Soul… Ray Barreto, “el chacal” del Swing Tlo’piCAL

Se baila así… and Gaëlle Renard, you Foxy bitch! I bet that you did KNOT know that FIP, —yes fip, was invented not by the Very French, but by Mexicans in the year of our Lorde 1969 in Acapulco, where coincidentally Elvis Presley was crooning to the vacationing “mama citas” that it was not “Siesta Time”, it’s Cerveza Time! that’s what Elvis’ « madrinas » said.

From Acapulco to Madrid con escala en París — Forgetting to Remember and remembering to forget.

… and Alicia Menendez, Assad has left the building; Assad is now in Acapulco, which should put Representative Tulsi Gabbard’s support of the Dentist in Syria in SIESTA mode 😪, period!

Anyone who describes yesterday LAIC ceremony at Notre Dame de Paris (km. 0) as a “mass” knows shit from piss. Yesterday’s cérémonie was not a mass, —it was a ritual not unlike the ceremonies conducted inside of a .°. masonic .°. lodge, in Acapulco, por decir. So, with that in mind:

for the record, Carla Bruni, her sober black belt and, her Christian Dior outfit which she had already worn way back in 2008, returned TO FRANCE “le chic” which had been missing since I (Armando Segovia) noted to the French consulate fonctionnaires in Los Angeles, California, on Sun Set Avenue, just how bad-ass Sarkozy was; and if your name is Dr. Johanne Poisson, “girl Ewe know it’s True”, i provided the VOICe for the lip-synched presidencies of Hollande and (Donald Trump’s bitch) EMMANUEL MACRON, anyhow i did tell you back in 2008 that:

Évry body wants to be a cat,
and Bruni Sarkozy was the only camera-shot worth admiring next to the monumental CRAFT of stone, wood, glass and of course METAL, baby.