Tag Archives: Hoy no hubo Jazz

Öüï got the ✈️ JAZZ arriving from Montreal

And, Marjolena Portenkalten—Jazz, nevermind about the landscape to eternity, what comes next is a marshy looking Styx with two paisanos de las Mercier’s, and wouldn’t Ewe know it, A Funny Thing Happened On the Way to The Forum :

Satin Doll...

Satin Doll… 🎹 Eye is with the Duke, of Earl.

Eye was there minding Mi’s affairs trying to enjoy the view when all of a sudden Syrinx, pulls U.S. over for river travel duty, hilarity ensues when…

_ two Canadian jetliner pilots pronounce the letter R to Mme. Mercier’s right like an “elle” in the Magazine.

Over in NANTEs…hoy no hubo piano, Faster Pussycat, only a Canadian singing The Hymns of Love en La Bendita Torre Eiffel.

A través de mi persiana americana, Buenos Aires te ves : tan susceptible.

I (armando segovia) wonders if your respectable husband will laugh at this anecdotal tag on the river Seine 🫟… back at Ewe, Marjo.

Note to editors, and James Carville, professor at LSU³

³~. USMC, in other words, “U Suck My Cock”… Goooo, ARMY.

Over at 30 Rock, Mika’s Moving Out… and if that’s what it’s all about — let’s go to a Piano Bar.

For context, Professor Carville is a U.S. Marine Corps veteran, which means that the cock sucker was born in San Diego, California, by virtue of Camp Pendleton ; as for Mí, myself and, Eye, Öüï are Tank Operators from the Commonwealth of Kentucky…

Any 🦉 hoot, Chris Matthews… “Let’s play hardball,” but first allow Mí, to breakdown the LEGEND beneath Morning Star at La Samaritain (knot in the Gospels but on la bendita rue de Rivoli). It goes like this : one, tú, tree, fo!

It’s very easy if youse not into simplicity, really, all you have to do is play last night’s Club Jazz-a-fip (the podcast link is on yesterday’s short story) just click on the link and match (or synch) the time of each revision to what was being said trough the Sirens microphone.

That’s it! Easy.

Ey’ el paso… POUR SOME SHUGGA ON Mí

Ewe fucking beaners… Love Bites, period!

 

Jaws Sous La Seine : : : Don’t Cry For Mí Berenice

and Julio Guereka… dile al Ramón que chingue a su madre también.

En el próximo caRpiTuLo, Eye will take nap; then wake up; and then—kick your ass.

Best Seats in Saint—Germain-des-Latins

And, radio france, you better be on your best behavior

You Slut

Let’s Dew This… cumbia, hasta las tres de la mañana

🕺🏼Pélame la cinta… and DON’T CALL ME JENNYFER, take a Doliprane, and Madame Arthur has ALWAYS, always been a drag queen, she used to do a Show called TOOTSIE where she played the role of a newspaper delivery boy. Ahora, CALLAS.

Hawaii Bombay son de lo que no hay at 120 pumps per minute.

I said “pélame la cinta” not Cry me a fucking Karaoké 🎤 “Sing-it Bay Bee”… Groove is in the heart y “La Mucura” está en el suelo while Les y LAS Muguet de la CGT are separated where the Streets Have No Name.

En “El 33”… hoy no hubo jazz³

³~. Me’Xtraña, MARjo que siendo Araña con buenas garras (grrrr) you ask Mí to stop playing with my left Hand 👌… how then, Marjo Kalten-Porten Jazz should Eye release Lynrd’s “Free Bird”?… with Thomas Corbillon’s clackie-TI, clack on the Mongo Santa Sandía?

Pprrrr 🌬️ 🎺 🤌🏿🤌🏿🤌🏿

ibid.

What, MarJo? What would happen if HERBIE HANCOCK was coming-of-jazz in the Age of Trump?

Radio Shack™️ would have killed Marjo’ Porten jazz career, that’s what Would happen and I fucking told you motherfuckers that I would bring the Wood.

50 Years after, Ho Chi Min remains the same, he is a Sonovabitch.

Gentric got Ran over by an ice cream delivery truck 📍

Up Next on the “Overhang” it’s dyslexic Trump and the Story of how Grampa Got Ran Over by, anyone? Grampa got Ran over by a?

By a dear, Rain by a dear. So enjoy the sunshine… if you are in Alabama (DIXIE bleu), because come X-mas you sure are going to miss that fucking tree 🌲

Hola, Donald. The Buck stops with Eric, or that other kid that was recently rejected by Harvard

… Deer 🦌 MELANIA TRUMP… Tomorrow is payday, and if I don’t have my QUO, you are going to play the ROLE of a QUID on an Austrian bitch.

and Donald J. Trump… fuck!!!
The Clock 🖕🏽 Sucker is a Dodger!!!
ROCK IT .

🫟

… And, Carolina sin Jazz in that jizz that you spew, this ain’t a THREAT, this is European Jazz, which I personally think that President Trump is into, right?

It’s gonna be sweet then, if you say so

It’s in 3-D ⭐

I’m Mary Poppins, Ewe all.

In local news, “what do Ewe mean ‘entre nous”, it’s a other edition of  3 is a crowd, Matthew.

Synopsis:

Matthew Durante walks into a bar dressed as The Lone Ranger, hilarity ensues when Marjolena is surrounded by “Tontos” 🪶.

Over at fip… Jazz is dead and cholos are Persian*

Anyhow, Susana Pubeda : La Persica
(de MONTECLARO 🪗).

*~. In L.A. they will sell you a house but won’t be able to tell the buyer where the shut-off valves are at, which is why Century21 took the McDo road and moved in on Le Figaro immobilier.

In local news, Öüï is getting to the bottom of Fat Mike’s nationality, is that fucker (Fat Mike, not Öüï) in fact a Mexican or just an overweight Persil-camembert.

One thing for sure, is that over at Viry-Chatillon, a 15 year-old fellow succumbed to the blows administered without mercy by some “French cholos” who, as Samir Ahmed on fip–dot–fr explained, may or may not have been listening some Oldies but Goodies in el barrio del quartier. 

Now if Ewe is keeping count, here comes Zeppelin II… spoiler alert, it’s a motherfucking Good 🥾 Year… but that is only because Michelin is too fucking fat to Fly… in any case tires (or tyres) are the enemy on Reddit, which polite society hates:

https ://www .bfmtv .com /paris /viry-chatillon-l-adolescent-de-15-ans-passe-a-tabac-est-mort

goD dammeD mexicanS. Those chucos have never ho’ID of the East Side series from El Monte at Pére Lachaise, but Öüï still dig Em#, even if those sand niggers don’t know the 👹 Khalifornia 👹 code. goD bless Em#.

Across the Atlantic it’s Hot Tamales fo’ a nickel.

In local news, The Housing Authority asked Mí if Öüï has any references to prove to the préfecture if Eye is a “good” colabo… for the record, Eye is just a passenger… but nevermind the text just listen to them Doobie Bros.

Inter-mission — hoy no hubo Jazz.

Old Or°leans, it doesn’t matter. We don’t necessarily agree with the Mayor, but Eye reckon one must be French to get away with such “vows”, eh‽

Yes, doctor… Wenowdis, period!

Good night and Good Strike, after the break it’s, “Mission to Mars” one FORESKIN at a time, starring Joe Gainsbourg and the lure of a fly-fishing man.