—For those keeping track of the happenings at Joe’s TOMB, it appears that SNAKE is GAME and so it is KOSHER to serve so-long as the REPTILE has scales like a Rattlesnake and the crawler is not smooth like a Culebra, which is not a snake but Ewe gets my Point-Grosse Blank³…
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“Pleased to meet you, hope Ewe guessedmy name »…
Pope warns Vatican staff an ‘elegant demon‘ lurks among them
Señoras y señores
It’s 18h in CET and Jane says it’s time for
The News for Ewe Today.
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La Risa en Vacaciones…
Any how, A Funny Thing Happened on The Way to The Forum, and after the break 🥁, Öüï will touch base with our Eweish goddess, Sarah D. Argenteuil, who as the préfecture of Cité would have it, changed her last name from Silverman to some banlieue on the Seine, the same sector form where the ambiguously gay grafitti duo of PichiAvo (March 2021, rue SERPENT ⛎ and Boulevard de Saint-Michel) drew the inspiration for their NEREIDS and that big FAG, nepTUNE.
You make them pair of glasses, and L.A. look really swell.
Sarah has a case of digital Stigmata. —_—. According to Sarah Silverman, and not counting Larry David, —and Jesus— Jewish people account for only, “1/5th of 1% of the entire world population.” However, in a totally and unrelated statistical figure, women also account for at least 80% of stigmatics [3].
This BTW is an intermission before the next Vikings in Paris episode.
P.S. You are really really really really edging into moving to that spot that my favorite jew currently occupies.
… and you know it! Yes indeed, this is another case of a Fair Use of Media before the FCC sits down to take “your” Internet away. •—¡—• Sources follow.
besos.
Sources:
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… When we [the staff] return, we review the case of the Anabaptist offshoot in northern Mexico, Chihuahua!
Yo, Che!
The good thing about this blog is that Mr. Matthews doesn’t visit… hold that thought until the end of tonight’s Bill Maher show.
El Goncourt à “la Orden del Día”, y en la edad del consentimiento. ¡Bomba! Pero Yucateca—no se me vayan a poner color de hormiga— porque ya hasta el buen Louis C.K., un mexico-americano que sí tuvo la desgracia de no ser un producto de la SEP, o sea un pocho al 💯, para que los amigos al sur de Zacatecas me entiendan. Louis tambíen tuvo la desgracía de caer en la mira jerárquica y Horizontal, de los ajustes de cuentas entre subordinad@s y sus jefes; o en el caso del comediante, de sus admiradoras… en fin, La Notra Nostra [1] siempre oportuna con el reflejo de las cosas, se nos remonta hasta los tiempos de Diego María de la Concepción Juan Nepomuceno Estanislao de la Rivera y Barrientos Acosta y Rodríguez; mejor conocido como “el señor de Frida”, la pintora, no la perra que se puso de moda después del temblor… en fin, Ari Melber (en Europa One), el reflejo de “la nota nostra” que aquí sigue, no es ni en favor ni en contra de las mujeres que destaparon sus quejas ahora que las arenas del marca-tiempo de cristal se han tornado y permiten que lo que apachurraba desde arriba—ahora sea presionado por lo que estaba aglomerado abajo [O COMO LES DICE LARRY DAVID EN SU SKETCH PARA SNL: bottom-feeders]. Sin embargo, en ese reflejo de “La Nota Nostra” sobre Diego Rivera y–sus–Amigos… el cronista N° UNO de Ciudad Juárez, nos recuerda de que No + Tiene + La + Culpa + El Sapo ➗ sino + el sistema³ (que le plantó la estaca). Dependiendo de las variables (y siempre, son variables) todavia hay que FACTORIZAR el siguiente TEOREMA, tan antiguo de la antiguedad como la profesión más vieja del mundo, —”Siendo un hombre abismalmente feo, comprobó que la fama da infinitos privilegios, Frida no fue su mejor recompensa… Las damas llegaban solitas.” Anygüey; ¡que vivan los mensos!… Gracias Ramón.
… In the mean time, Ari Melber is following in the footsteps of Katie Tur, as he is currently doubling himself over-time in Europa One:
It’s Weekend Edition, stick around, Chris… Bus 2 + 1 = 3 on the magic 7 zero Bus… and from 16 to 17 there are no worries…
Al regresar…
Las Fuentes de doña Vilma
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La Semana que Philippe, Labró
Pero primero tocamos base con Catalonio Barcelonnetto de Peralvillo en una estación del Metro de Nueva York, en dónde los FreeStyle Hoboing Games ya estan escurriendo, en estos momentos la etapa fémenina tiene las vías a su disposición:
Current “masturbation sessions” Champion: Laughter’s mom.
… Las “sesiones” de Sarah suelen ser maratónicas, pero luego de que mingados le serviría ser Salamandra, su elemento es El Fuego, y estando en competencia Sarah puede durar horas, y a veces hasta el día entero yendo y viniendo sobre las vías del Metro de Nueva York, o cualquier otro tipo de vía que le pongan.
Para esta clase de eventos Sarah tiene un arma a su favor, un equivalente cósmico a las sustancias anabólicas que en el mundo de los Juegos Olímpicos son tan castigadas. En los Freestyle Hoboing games, esas presiones no vienen al caso porque aquí, todo tipo de truco y accesorio es permitido. Y por eso Sarah suele desdoblarse en medio de la competencía y aparecer en otro cuadrante del espacio y el tiempo, mientras su cuerpo carnal se la pasa yendo y viniendo sobre las vías.
Might that be Saint Joseph’s of Bella Vista Bill? •—!—• That’s right, folks, Sarah can come on two different coastlines at the same time because “if it’s mentionable, it is manageable,” or something like that, dijo Mr. Rogers… Is there nothing sacred any more; ¡Dios tuyo! Jesus!
Y por eso, nuestra 2da Salamandra favorita tuvo los recursos para aparecer, como invitada, en el programa del Troll más pacheco del reino de HBO: Bill Maher.
It’s not only crazy… It’s a couple of key-strokes lost to Semantics. —•–¡–•— Uso justo de todo lo mencionable de Mr. Rogers.
Por si fuera menos, Sarah sacó a flote su capacidad cautivadora con la que suele sacar de onda los formatos a los que los anfitriones están acostumbrados. Por ejemplo, Raquelito… When was the last time that Maher skipped ‘The New Rules’ segment, or have in its panel a Poker hand, of Democrat aces?
… Dear Chris Matthews, do you know who this generation’s “Archie Bunker” is in development right now, here’s a hint, he happens to be a prop on a new Funny or Die production show. Fucken Will Farrel.
I mean, except for Chris Matthews [2], doing the peripheral rounds of his “Bobby” Kennedy book tour, —and who, wouldn’t you know it— played the “bad cop” complement to Michael Moore’s “good leftist cop” during the panel’s exchanges, ¡Dios tuyo! you’d probably begin to think that last night’s episode (N° 34) of Real Time with Memo Maher, was just another type of —a_motha–fucking_masturbation–session… C’mon Bill, wasn’t Mr. Schmidtty or some other msnbc Republican sparring element such as Michael Steele available for last night show? For fucks-sake, Bill—whip-out a Sarah Huckabee Sanders inflatable doll and spread some rich-cat-club hair all over it, prop her up on an executive chair next to you, and then have an orgy with the dummy during your “Overtime” segment after the show.
… and now, Balzac; pg. 38, “Don’t open ’till Doomsday”
BROZO, aquí la patada en los huevos que me pediste: “Well, why do I watch it, (El Abismo de Pasión) you may wonder? That’s because my host where I have dinner every evening (I work momentarily in Kenya) is watching this before the evening news. That’s why.” Via: IMdB commentaries. En Castellano, pinche payaso, eso quiere decir de que ya para cuando ‘los anfitriones’ llegan a la hora “de Jacobo” su tolerancía a lo que pasa afuera de la pantalla confirma lo que “El Tigre” propusó en “un” proceso… Context follows—if you need it!
Sarah Silverman took a break this week in order to catch up with some old co-workers. She spoke to our favorite Senator from the Great State of Winsconsin (Stewart Little, of course)… also, a very underrated comedienne gets promoted to Colonel; instead of an Oak Leaf or a Full-bird she gets a gavel: SOLD!
The Fishman’s take [insert Law and Order signature gavel playback]… Hey there, Rachel, would you like to borrow a red nose?
In the mean time, Sarah Chayes, we now return to the media mechanics of this Special presentation on the elements of Latin american oligarchies and kleptocracies expanding all over the globe; and so Sarah Silverman, we [the staff] would like to call Your Attention to some breaking news… we don’t expect you to watch, but please don’t forget to Fall-Back one hour with the changing of the hours (Charlie Hebdo, cover follows).
El Premio de una campaña electoral; Breaking the cycle… con Bernardo Gómez, y Las Manos de El PRI… Starring, Matthew McConaughey.
Palabras más, palabras menos, según el Wall Street Journal, una gran desventaja en el mercado de contenidos (para Televisa) gira en torno de un público que ya se cansó de consumir telenovelas producidas al destajo, y con guiones que siguen fiel al patrón del pueblo jodido (revista “The Nation” en Espagnol) habiendo otras opciones, como por ejemplo “Narcos” y “Más narcos con Penn y Kate”, por las corrientes de los cibernautas de los Netflixes…
ISSY, Paloma, lo que siempre te recordé: si El Times de Nueva York no lo apunta—no cuenta.
…tanta es la influencia del inesperado gigante de los Interwebs, que hasta sacó de la jugada a Blockbuster Video, y por lo menos a un politico mexicano (en campaña electoral) que se le ocurrió “piratiar” una muy popular serie de Netflix (see House of Cards: it’s not a competition…). So much for Televisa being the favorite Soldier of El PRI.
Noticia de Último minuto: por cuadragésima ocasión, el primer actor Eric del Castillo (q.e.p.d.) sufrió un infarto luego de que el pionero de telenovelas clásicas y películas de Los Estudios Churubusco se enterara de que su hija, doña Kate, optara por buscar foros y sets en otros horizontes… }-~~•> Uso justo de IMdB
Cuentan los que estuvieron presentes allí mero a un lado del primer actor que interpretara a “El Padre Maromas”, que cuando el pobre señor decayó con el patatús se le oyó sollozar: bendito el Eterno porque no permtío que ni Milmo—ni—Viduarreta vivieran para ver a mi hija traicionar a “La Empresa“.
… Happy HelloWeen on a very Special Blue Moon weekend… Michael Che has the night off.
Sinopsis:
El cadaver de un hombre muy poderoso en el mercado de los medios de América latina comienza a dar vueltas en su ataúd cuando la señal de origen del espectro mexicano, de ondas radiales de televisión, se mezcla con las barras del WiFi de los nuevos inquilinos en Ajusco y en el mercado de KMEX… GOOOOOO, DODGERS!
Las Fuentes:
… O como diría Jorge Saldaña: la globalización De la TeleVicracia. —•— Uso justo del TéléGuia de Issy-Les-Moulineaux.
Carmona, D. D., “Emilio Azcárraga Milmo”, ISBN 970-95193; en: Memoria Política de México. Instituto Nacional de Estudios Políticos A. C.; vía:
… Contenido es traído a ustedes por cortesía de Pantelion Films y La Asociación de Amigos de México en Francia “Nosotros los Nobles”. •_~ Uso justo de todos ISBN’s.
“México siempre fiel”, dijo un Juan Pablo II cuando vío a don Eric del Castillo jugar la parte del papá de Diego, antes de que El Vaticano canonizara al vidente del Tepeyac… pobre don Eric; las cenizas de sus últimos Faros (sin filtro, eh) serán esparcidas en la Basílica de Nuestra Señora de “Lucerito”.
Y ahora con ustedes, el segmento musical para que vayan y chinguen a su madre los de Molotov:
“Que no te haga BoBo Jacobo“
… y al regresar: Brozo y “El Carnal de Las Estrellas”. —_—. Fair use of Netflix!
Almost En Vivo.
Via Stream connection from: El Callejón de Exportación
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La Chingada Mesa de Otay
… oh, hey Hallie Jackson, what’s up? Please relay to SFC Hunt, that as a background, Autumn looks swell on her.
—2nd Lieutenant Jacob Soborof: Trump’s Wall, meant to keep immigrants out, today is drawing Mexicans as a tourist attraction. —Sgt. First Class Kasie Hunt: (Whispers into a “hot mic“) Oh, my God*
* What 2nd Lt. Soborof failed to take into consideration are, of course, his troop leading procedures, this is typical in Sit-Reps coming over the net from buck-lieutenants (this is why the French invented Non-Commissioned Officers) and why SFC Hunt’s whisper is a Field-Manual (FM) knee-jerk reaction of a Platoon Sergeant recognizing when a fucking “Louie” shots from the hip, or John Wayne’s a scene…
Que no te haga BoBo, Jacobo: Dear, Frank Figliuzzi… you forgot to mention the Army’s Criminal Investigation Division [insert playback of Law & Order’s signature gavel sound*] on Kasie’s segment about the U.S. Senate not being aware, we [the staff] repeat Not Being Aware that a considerable detachment of U.S. Military personnel are “Deployed” in Central Africa (Chad), in order to safeguard Timbuktu.
… if 2nd Lt. Soborof would have properly analyzed his terrain, and study the geographical characteristics of the region’s Cazicazgo Institucionalizado (Context for Sarah Chayes follows) he would know that his interviewees where scouting the “wall” prototypes because the Hank-Rohn Casino Caliente enterprise, is probably running numbers into the current “$400,000 U.S. maximum” bids of what are probably going to become DRIVE-IN screens, or some fucking art exposition where projections of fallen heros are to be shown in some fucking State Sponsored fair, or gala… or something like that.
The Prospector at UTEP is not going to let me lie, and if the Wetlands on the Eastside were left alone, Adriana Goméz Licón will surely let me know; or not. Anygüey, President George Bush (part 2) might have been a “great” president (as compared to the current Nimrod at The White House, but the no fence—some fence conceptual map is not a new thing. Just ask former Border Patrol Czar and ex 16th Congressional Representative, Sivestre Reyes, because it was under his watch that immigrant deaths on the Arizona Desert happened. My take in 2007 was that those deaths that happened were in part because Mr. Silvestre was for leaving that section of the border, “unfenced” (source on that follows)… flip the hour glass and a Halliburton subsidiary, under contract from the 2nd George W. Bush administration, had no problem following the plan of not running the “fence” through golf courses in Texas, which happened to lie next to the International Border Delimiter; homeowners at the “Chihuahuita” Barrio in El Paso, TX, had to put up with an eye-sore “fence” through their backyard (reminiscent of the Berlin Wall), and protected Wetlands —be damned!— because the “fence” had to pass through that habitat… so in recap: desert death traps for immigrants and Golf Courses (because you know, it would be an eye-sore for golfers, NO FENCE; Historical housing and Protected Wetlands on the other hand, FENCE THE FUCK OUT OF ‘EM!… 2nd Lt. Soborof, do you know what a “fencer” is? A “fencer” is nothing more than a huckster—much like the 5-time draft-dodging President of ours…”So Sad,” so sad that he is in charge of decorating a true hero, Sad, “So Sad.”
Frequency Hop:
Sad, Very Sad indeed. We [the staff] express our deepest symphaty to the veteran receiving the Nation’s Highest Decoration from the little grubby hands of the Fencer-in-Chief… Sad, So Sad.
Sources from the Field reveal that the reason for the negligent ignorance from our elected officials (on the African Theater of Operations) is due in part because of all the “wah-güa-hua-wa-ua“, background noise of “a four-star” General defending his boss’ decision to make an untimely and most inappropriate cellular phone call, to a soldier’s widow… Hey, Donald, you should have tweeted your hypocrisy and it would have been more emphatic, ‘cus we [the land of opportunity and melting pots] know how you “operate.”
General Browkaw, we admire your work, but with regards to today’s edition of Cousin Joe’s Show, we [the staff] are on Mika’s side… Source and context follows.
* Frank Figliuzzy, you must be one of those people, who like Sarah Silverman [and my ex-significant other] can’t get their eyelids shut without that dang-on gavel hitting a judge’s wooden coaster.
Dear, Mr. F… without counting or taking into consideration the Soup Sandwich Foreign Policy on the Chadian passport restrictions, and the lack of observation drones in real time on the terrain of operations, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK that field forensics in Central Africa, —one month after the fact— is going to return, “finger prints from a dropped cell phone, or a shell casing—a tire track???” —_— Image capture is courtesy of Kasie Hunt, Forensic Field Fantasy is courtesy of Mr. F… “and tonight Mr. Kite is topping the bill,” Henry The Horse, on the other hand, died years ago; being castrated at a tender age, Henry was a once in a lifetime act, for he left no little Henrys to follow his act.
TimeStamp: 0000 hours (after mid’nite) CET.
COMING UP:
Eric Holder guest stars on TRMS.
Sources follow; we are out of juice. Please Stand-by.
Dear, Sarah Silverman: you are my 2nd favorite Jew; but we [the staff] don’t know if we could ever forgive you for “Fucking Matt Damon”… even if Jimmy has.
America’s Grand Vagina is located in the Great State of Arizona… inthisthese beleaguered DACA times that we live in it kind of makes sense, and NOW it’s beginning to make more sense since that Cunt, Arpaio, former sheriff [one-each] was spawned there. Our guess is that the Great States of Utah and Colorado account for them Super High Cesarean Stitches, then, eh?
Way to go on redefining the part of our bodies that should be ‘censored‘, and you know Sarah, you could have not brought that issue onto the table at a more appropriate time, because after all it said and done, —and the fat lady sings— and we all turn into nothingness, laughter is the best medicine; i KNOW that if there should be a thing call the ‘after life’ Dr. Ernesto “El Che” Guevara is clapping his hands [3] in approval for finally TEACHING AMERICANS, north of the Rio Bravo, about our naked bodies in a medically charted way.
Serendipitous Solidarity, o como diría El Chavo del Ocho: fue sin querer queriendo… Anygüey, Sarah, i’m sure you’ll find a Bolivian restaurant in the Great State of New Ha-Ha-Hampshire where you can find out all about don Ramón… In any case, congratulations to the brave Stella and her uncensored HULU brest’eses for being a transcendental bridge between parallel universes and ideologies; we [the] staff would have shown Scott’s magnificent uncircumcised penis, but HENRY KISSINGER wouldn’t respond to any of “The Hitch’s” request for “Declassified” photographs of Mr. Víctor Jara’s mutilated genitalia.
… More context follows.
🎵 Oh, happy days — oh happy days… Anygüey, Sarah, we [the staff] are running out of juice on this old iPhone that we are using to kill the writen English language with, we’ve got clumsy thumbs and Cousin Joe just won’t send that dang-on New X rated version iPhone; or is it iPhone X? Who cares, the thing is that we are struggling with Supplies and wouldn’t you know it: winter is almost here.
BTW Sarah, i personally loved your Bon Jovinesque rendition of “I love you, America”, i even thought that you were from New Jersey…
The Street is My Gallery… Foto por: armando segovia / segoviaspixes 2017. —_— Rue du Jour on the West facing Pillars of l’Église St-Eustache; Quartier Montorgueil–Saint–Denis. —_—. Anonymous stencil artist.
Stick around, more of Sarah Silverman’s context is about to unravel, next up: Ishmael meets the Westboro tribe.
TimeStamp: the bottom of Cousin Joe’s first hour: 12h30 CET
Hey there Violín de Azotea… We’re back.
… Meet Brozo, and the man with the politically obscene pointing digit: president Enrique Peña Nieto, we [the staff] wish that on the next presidential election of 2018, his fucking hands, and those of Bernardo Gómez would get censored from the election process.
Yes, Sarah we Mestizos (or La Raza) are aware that you Hebrews have been around the block for a while, and while 80 years is not even half the life span of the founder of your tribal laws, a Patriarch who according to Scripture got to walk on his sandals to the ripe Old age of 175*, eight decades are in fact a very long time for a country to be having to put up with a Finger up its ass every time a new presidential election is ‘staged’ and the oligarchy wins.
“Que no te haga bobo Jacobo…” y de paso, que Chinguen a su madre los de Molotov. =¡= Licenciado Brozo, el staff de este pinchurriento blog que usted y su pinche productora ignora (y qué bueno por eso) le pide a usted y a todo su equipo una disculpa por no haber agarrado de rebote esa su pinche transmisión en vivo por los interwebs, pero sabe asté de que “nos agarró el sueño” y pues no hubo de otra mas que la de jetear un rato; lo bueno, licenciado, es de que “implícitamente” comenzó usted, así de bote pronto, a incluir la aritmética política como segmento de diversión educativa en su chingado changarro con patrocinador, y sea como fuese, pues eso siempre es bueno. Disfrute sus vacaciones, o como diría Liam Gallagher: As You Were.
TimeStamp: 2200 hrs. CET… and midnight has gotten a hold of Denis… we must do a Frequency Hop onto Saturday in order to continiue with this tour, but as a Birthday Bonus here´s John at The Cavern:
Happy Birthday, John… and it’s “the” One After 909.
Sources, links and Scriptures… we [the staff] love you Sarah.
“Just the facts, Ma’am…,” was the directive of Sgt. Joe Friday; his voice must be read CON EL DEJO DEL PRESIDENTE Salvador Allende… S.V.P. —_—. Fair use of Dan Aykroyd.
