Andy López Beltrán… at least I can show my work

Will throw a French Doughnut for free.

En contexto: this is a blog. Yes it is true… and Pablo Torre, daddy didn’t pay for it. And unlike the son of a two-bit populist like Ándres Manuel López Obrador, I have shown my work… like the time that the U.S. Embassy’s French security detail arrested me for throwing a Half-Empty beer can on that prescious U.S. soil during Trump’s first term.

Now, the National Police in France might arrest me for burning a U.S. of A. flag in front of them pretty French pelotones de La Gendarmerie, that’s because local 💣 ordenance 💣 code prohibits setting fires on the streets, with that in mind, mister Laurent Nuñez could not arrest me for burning The Stars and Stripes because Laurent Nuñez is not a fucking king. Any 🦉 hoot, fuck Donald Trump and his servicio exterior Here-There-and—Everywhere.

 

But seriously, Katty Kay, the GOP thrives in darkness, and it’s all Congressman Joseph Charles Scarborough district fault. Heck, the son of a bitch has a blown-up poster of the Korean peninsula after dark in his main yacht living area.

Uso justo de todos los medios and fake Japanese Cats.

Today is burn OLD GLORY day. The Stars and Stripes burns best when it’s made out of U.S. Grade Cotton-cloth, all other materials especially the CHINESE-made synthetic BRAND just melt like butter on hot corn on the cob, I know this PABLO TORRE, because i have burned several Mexican 🇲🇽 flags 🇲🇽 on Dictator’s 🇲🇽 Day (15 🇲🇽 de 🇲🇽 Septiembre) at Montparnasse… Eye tell you that Red-White-and-Green just melts of the plastic pole.

Return of The Mack – Juan Fco. de la Torre

D.a.r.e. it is… in Paris, France, sirens turn into remoras, and isn’t that the way things go at La Sorbonne, just say’n.

Wonderwall… puto el que no Dante.

Oh mio caro bambino, ti ripeto Alberto Nájar che questo è il terzo atto di un atto di matricolazione a San Brdo. CA… né angelo 🪽 né bandito 🛵: Renegade🪶.

Soul 🇬🇧 to 🇫🇷 Soul

Spectacles para tus esposas… la liberación de París.

Keep on Truckin’ nigga.

Wop translation provided by DEEPL… the peep’ols twister.

De cualquier manera Madame Hidalgo, as the first Made-in-France refugee, Happy Libération meal, and say Jell-O®️ to Valérie Pécresse.

¡Estó es grave en Rollin’Stone… FIP went on Strike Mode!!!

 

Bienvenida guayabera mía… y a Florence Cassez cómo le quitamos lo bailado?

Encuentros Cinematográficos Viva Mexico

No Congés were hurt in the spanking of these congas… en un minuto de Jazz: no insistas Nancy Somber, Öüï don’t need no stinkin’ Instant Grams!!! I have Crack ⚽ in my blood.

Octubre 2011
Hecho en México
by Duncan Bridgman
produced by
Bernardo Gómez

Deer Isaac, by the power vested in Mí by the motherfucking Producers, and Mephistopheles… Eye hereby remind all Goodfellas and House Painters that:

In The Hand of Bart — Jazz’jueves vieja…

Mel Brooks is God and Martin Scorsese is off-course a Jumping Jack Fag.

Sin celery,

D’ante y D’espues

But first, Amarillo By Morning… up from San Ant’on.

Fidel Castro was God… at The Melania Trump Center

Mojito

Kiss 💋 🎸

In D.C. insertions, Pablo Torre inserted his buddy. It’s Ivy League and connections, or just plain ol’nepotism, and this! This is why Donald Trump is master of ceremonies at the Kennedy Center’s last dance with Democracy in America, it’s in French so fuck if even Eye can understand that shit.

And no mister Blumenthal, no. Wake up from Morning Joe. It’s no mystery look into my i’s. My i’s are dotted, how about your tee’s?

Verbatim: Molotov they thought that they were the underground, of that I don’t have the slightest doubt. What happened is that the underground is on the surface. Carlos Monsiváis, January 1998.

ALASKA is/was Russian… Silvester Stallone stars as a Connect-Eye—Cut write-in candidate.