Tag Archives: Jean-Pierre Asvasadourian — French Ambassador to Xochimilco

Lesson plan : re-petition (pa’nda-Lucía 🇪🇸)

Jabón del Perro Agradecido de la Calle Stanton en El Chuco, Texas, presenta a su Hartista ex-clusivo, Zeus, en:

Zeus
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Los Perros de La Cuauhtémoc

Lydie, la belle Lydie dévorée par le démon de l’alcool. Lydie, mère, jeune grand-mère, traverse encore et toujours le jardin des Halles, défoncée, vitupérant contre ses camarades d’errance. Depuis des années, elle contredit tous les pronostics de résistance à l’alcool, aux mecs et à la rue. Sa déchéance me fait peur. Je l’observe de loin. Que pourrais-je lui dire ?
¶ IV, p.179 Lydia

But first:

Previously on, el ballet 🩰 nacional de Churubusco en colaboración con La Maroquinerie de la mariconera de Frida Kahlo, it’s another Édition of, “I Wish They All Could Be Kalifornia, Barbie”.

Eat At Porky’s 🐕 🇰🇷

Hoy no hubo Marjolina en fip… it’s just another repetition from the ghost of Belafonte and the full-Monty, Alejandro.

Für Lydia (not that one, Marie-Ange)… ¶5, p. 179

https: //twitter.com /cristinapapinm /s=20

Got Schlitz, Schiltz?… La VOX del narco en La Madre Patria 🇪🇸 ahora con mariachi norteño (a huevo que sí, majete.)

For the record, “Grabiel es el nombre que más odio en un pelado!”

El Chis Chas

México in the Caro Quintero years.

And in fútbol News, there’s a Woman’s World Cup getting it on as Öüí trolls his güey to yet another, Frida Kahlo elementary school 🎒 in Chapultepec, but Personne does not care because he’s Trinity by-any-other transfiguration, and Lionel Messi just scored his first g⚽l in The States.

P.E.N. Club doesn’t even have a “tee” for translation³

Elvis Presley 🇺🇸 asks, “What time is it?”

Jean-Pierre 🇨🇵 Asvasadourian réplique:
— Las que usted quiera, Mí Rey.

Check it out, Juan—Pierre, the “el” between the V ain’t nuttin’ but the “is”, as, él is… C’mon, Martin! This is no time for Siesta.

A talent en proximité, and mister Ambassador Asvasadourian, before I agree to another “homeless survey,” en la surveillance de la Préfecture de Cité, I need to make a Full-circle on a Full Buck Moon for the benefit of the good chaps and cunts at l’Insee and Mains Libres at la rue des Bourdonnais.

https ://twitter .com /AsvazadourianJP /status /s=20

And, heartbreaker: Zeppelin goes here.

And here is why, señor Frog entre axolotls en technicolor and a Pentatonix 👼🏼👼🏽👼🏾👼🏿👼³ foundation en la Gran Tenochtitlán, because before your precious little institute asks what structures, we the clochards de la frivolité fréquent in France, perhaps you should ask the reason why we ended up asking for hand-outs, pero sí, Excmo. señor Embajador J-P Asvasadourian, that’s a nice shot of Roma, you got there, it would be a shame if someone was to set a match to it.

³~. Good reads à la bibliothèque de La Francia en México… nevermind the burnt one just across Alexandria en Marseille, Book’en-bald; because the only revolt that matters is the one in A. France with Anges, Singes, and off-course: signs.

 

Ladies in Gemini, it’s a 4th of July weekend and if you are French you probably have no fucking idea who Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, is.

{or}

Thee notorious “Marquis de La Fayette” as Martha Washington referred to that mason, there…  that slut!

 

Like Mika Brzezinski,
she Knew Her Value

 

Las noticias de México en Francia: from our correspondents at CNN (those cocksuckers*)…
Racism itself is often treated as a foreign concept in France, so much so that the French language often doesn’t have its own words to discuss race-related issues, Niang pointed out.
French people often use anglicisms to address issues of race rather than the French equivalent – for example: ³

³~. Mí, period!

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Affirmative Action at the P.E.N. Club de France — Dew Ewe fuckers like tuna?

It’s Friday night Primetime in Hilo, Hawaii, and over in at the putas red light district de Pigalle, home of “Les Rats du Petit Moulin” y… de las tunas de un nopal it’s the Deadline for Entry into the P.E.N. Club (elitist) Translation Prize of 2023.

Today’s word of the They, dear Martin at “Le Grand institut de la statistique publique française”, en la bagagerie de Marie-Ange Schiltz is:

Shadenfreude

from the German (joy of the French’s misfortune).

I did ask if youse motherfuckers, “sprechen sie Deutsch? », didn’t Eye? So get back, honky cat. ÖÜÏ didn’t start that fire, but we did forewarned BRONTIS and Stephanie Menou at the Cité préfecture all those years ago. And, Bruno, que dice la Doctora, J-G Poisson 🩺 🐟 que por favor le saluden a Talía Olvera y a su patrona de ella, Barbara Carol de Obeso, en el show de Juanito Guanavacoa en Botzaris.

 

Under all that American ruble in the Academy, Öüï just learned that her name was Nicolle, and she once brought back a ROSE 🥀 to life.

Yeah, so normally as a norm our shit is fucked up, period! With that in mind, police radio interference is bunchin’ up today’s Deadline feature… bola de —putos.

In France, your won rights are closer than a crash-test dummy appears.

La tuna no es como las sardinas la pintan, en primer lugar, la tuna es desértica y tú mamá también, have some atún, it’s a cold platter.

Any how, shit’s going down at the Pinault Collection…Get Off’ my Lawn! You young people. And homie, leave those cops z’alone

The Death of French Commerce, long live the market.

And Gene Robinson… yo’Black-ass knows what goes good with Thon?

— Ketch-up… in Mexico a Zero Plus game es un “cero a la izquierda”, dijo El professor Alejandro Valenzuela en Sciences Po. Elítismo Immaculado.

Friday, June 30th, 2011… Paris, Francia_ To stand in solidarity with the new cuts at la Maison de La Radio on JFK Ave., in Paris, France, MGMT fucked with the models and fondled the mannequins notwithstanding the Summer Break. In Babylon Two (NYC) it’s “death and taxes” but in France it’s mimosas for Breakfast 🥞. Indeed.

A Closer Look… Soy, un perdedor. The Winner is: La Valentina

El Carnal de las estrellas de HAUSSMANN 🎩 in reel 🎥 time.

 

🎶 Forces of evil in a boNzo nightmare…

It’s another edition of “Miss Heard’s Lyrics” from The Mothership.

“Cut it…”,  it’s an “off-the-record” mouvement.

 

Soy sauce, it’s like an army without a compass. So, for all intents and purposes, right now it’s Primetime in Hilo, Hawaii, and 2011 in Famaºgusta, Chipre, and my 16 hundred horses have been delayed on their way to Havre, the same port from which Alexis Tocqueville, de Francia set sail from on it’s way to claim Democracy for General Phillipe Petin, or something along them stitches 🪡.

🥢 🥡 🥢

And, the chilaquiles just don’t care… because El sope está enºtoºmatadoº, pass La Valentina³

³~. So, in the times of “las lágrimas de perro” por pillo, Clemente 🐔 Jacques industrialized a salsa 🌶️ that those French motherfucker’s from the Great State of Delaware-sur-Potomac, baptized as Salsa 🕺🏽 Búfalo… it had a shelf-life, so by the Time that EL GATT 😼 entró en México, and all of the nuclear engineers emigrated to Los Ángeles, California, to become taxi drivers, or Robert Downey Junior’s, gardeners, there was only one thing that Sean Penn (that motherfucker) could do, The Stark Coffee Company diversified onto Clemente’s territory and introduced la salsa Valentina, it’s like Siriachia with no shelf-life, legend has it that OPPENHEIMER stole the recipe from a burrito vendor on the SET of {Fat Man} and {Little Boy} in San José de Las Panochas, Durango.

It’s been done before.

In Local Twitter® news:

Hear Ye’ — hear Ye’, the French Ambassador to México, the Excelentísimo señor Jean-Pierre Asvasadourian, or his Twitt Monkees, have muted my CONºVERSºATION tamaulipeca from his pretty-little Mexican 🌮 PROºPAºGanda 🥐.

What’s the matter, mister Excmo., are you like French, or just a little CUNT?

If only the Paris Tourism Board
had the fucking Imagination.

Context? Ewe can’t handle the context*.

 

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Not unlike the moral right in the Trapeze of Jason Mott³, a British cunt who claims that he wrote “A Hell of A Book” but that nigger doesn’t even know what trou tacos taste like, let alone what a Mexican Peso is worth, he inherited cotton but never had to pick the bol’ :

Page 58…

I STEP OFF THE PLANE LOOKING LIKE A MILLION EUROS AND FEEL-ing like about two pesos.

³~. Hell of a book, by Jason Mott, a British cunt in my faction.

Outshined? C’mon now Minnesota, North Carolina, the two Virginia’s and CaCa’laki (South Carolina) ain’t got nothing on Tabasco, the original, not that acid vinegar from New Orleans.

Book it! The entire FICTION Phucks. And here is why, on the same motherfucking page, and the one before (nº 57, if youse keeping count of them cunts) because it is obvious that the jury panel either skipped the Angry Husband on a hot airplane landing or those sons-of-bitches don’t know what “So it goes” is supposed to mean, and if Mott was being “ironic” like a Pearl Jam³ fan, then he clearly’s never been to DRESDEN EN TIEM-pos de hambre en Saint-Germain-des-Prés.

³~. Or fans of Serge Gainsbourg who come to the Ol’ Alice Cooper nightmare shack to search for the precise word, which of course in-and-of itself is always a “con” and not a SANS.

Page 57/58:

Hell of a Book tour takes me out of the Midwest—with it’s flat earth and angry husbands— and deposits me somewhere on the West Coast this time, yada, yada, yada…

¶ … yada, yada, … In Florida—I remember sweaty armpits and air humid enough to drink— {kinky⁸}…

The plane landing out west is a little bumpier than expected. Yada, yada, yada… —from the fuselage to fun-sized pretzel bag— is shaking, So naturally, I assume we’re in a free fall and death 

End of page 57.

Meanwhile at The Toledo…

Start of page 58:

is imminent. I reach out and grab the hand of the man sitting next to me and tell him I love him, I’m proud of him, and that I hope there are Nic Cage movie marathons in the afterlife.

Then the announcement comes that we’ve landed wherever we are and everything between me and the gentleman next to me feels odd and out of place all of a sudden.

So it goes. 🛬

Tabasco. Birth place of the current Mexican President, just south of La Louisiana, and in this section the student will remember that salsa 🌶️  has no correlation to merengues 🥐. This is your cue to ignore the CAUCES in translation.

As Promised… una de Mel Brookz.
— So, mister “Beck”, it says here that, « In the time of chimpanzees » you was a monkey. How do you explain, la Scientology, you son-of-a-bitch?

After the break, it’s a Closer Look.

Los hilos de Mariana X. Rivera segunda parte

Let the Muhhh 🐮 Psyche play ▶️

And, Father James… don’t be a stranger, next time just step into the Penthouse de cartón. C’mon, Padre, it’s unbecoming of thée hArtista mesenas that Ewe is

In Paris, France, Rodolfo Bruneau-Boulmier is searching for Sugarman, and in Hilo, Hawaii 🍍 A.I. is like light-years away delivering the Brookz to France muhhh 🐮 Psyche. Aussie, some guy with GraBiela in the morning matinale de la maison de la radio se la está rifando con un riffin’ del Tri de Lora 🎸 y un “niño sin amor”… Y’know, Just a Gigolo.

And, Niño Luc, this is no time to get stoned, you son-of-a-bitch! We gotta circle the Wagners!

Bonjour en Aix. Circumstances de causa mayor prevented us from following-up with the Le Pen Club translation in adaptation, we (the staff) apologize for that, and so, we now return to los hilos de Mika Brzesinski en los huipiles de la llanura de Xochistlahuaca, palabras graves, —o algo así.

https ://www .cinelatino .fr /film /flores-de-la-llanura

Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun 🦂

 

 

It’s a thread between the Know Your Value in Abu Dhabi and the cost of an Isabel Marant design.

https ://www .bbc .com /news /world-latin-america/ isabel-marant–la creatrice-s-excuse-pour-l-appropriation-mexicaine

After the break… It’s Alfredo Jalife-Rahme.

 

— Entonces, never mind Vincennes, after yesterday’s results in l’europa, La Kerschovas wasted no time in plunging onto the back of the bus to “reach out and touch” them Catholic GO’ills 👯, and summoning Simmons summon the Tchec resistance.

For those in the great state of New Mexico just joining U.S., in Aix-en-Provincia, please be advised that the Bavarians are the only ones that can counter, effectively, the wannabee Bavarians in Europe. It’s a calco of “Fight fire with Fire, ”  {🔥} sort of a Suicidal Tendency. Which is why Frank Zappa is alive and well in the Austro-Hungarian Empire of le Pavillon de Puebla en BOTZARIS y Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla, —en La France.

¿Pretencioso?

Ania comes courtesy of la RATP and the Museum of Immigration in Paris France… los huipiles son de Zara y de Anthropologie and Patowl.

Not really, Mika Brzezinski, last week today we [the staff] were reminding Marie-Ange Schiltz at the Communications Revue that ‘correlation’ does not equal ‘causation’, and ten years ago Eye reminded the good people of the ITESM at SciencesPo, that ‘la forma’ es ‘fondo’. What are the odds that 90 secondsñ after the 400-year Lakota Nation plea was made on The Mika Brzezinski Show, the cry was shrunk into a two-hour documentary, and then Alex at the controls of The Mika Brzezinski the aforementioned show, payed the guests honorary-fees with an advertisement of the Ruffalo 🦬 coin.

Neal Young was not a muse and Springfield is a generic cartoon on syndication.

Ahora cuéntame una de Mel Brookz!

 

Pretencioso pues, only if youse Ruse.

Los hilos de Mariana X. Rivera en el museo de la hipocresía migratoria de La Porte Dorada de Vincennes

WAR… Why can’t Öüï be Friends?

Ensayo de Vida… if youse out of Schlitz, Ewe is out of Schiltz’-es-ese… 🍻

Où en suis-je, à présent, avec les personnes à la rue ?

The current situation overwhelms me, too many people stranded on in our Central Paris sidewalks.

Georges informa 🦁 y nosotros CoteJamos.

Every day, new faces are added to the old ones I’ve spotted or,  recognized¹ from La Bagagerie. Some make a fleeting appearance, others come and go, others disappear.

¹~. In translation there are adaptations, this one here, doña Schiltz is one of Em#.

https ://primicia24 .com /contenido /le-northeast-cartel-a-envoye-un-message–cordial–a-amlo

The Things You Have To Do For Money — Live Killers.

 

Freddy Mercury to Marie-Ange Schiltz en, Communication… 5 Euros.

With all due respect, we remind the good people of El Excelentísimo señor Asvazadourian at the DRSD*, and to the gentleman of the CDG, also the new kids on the block of the CDNE, but SPECIFICALLY a LOS MILITARES MEXICANOS destacados en la Embajada de México en Longchamps (PARIS), and of course the CIA, The FBI and, Katty Kay, —the BBC, and B.B. King, that:

Peñoles gets a free get out of Hell card good for 96-hours.

The unfortunate passing of Sinead McNamara, a crew member aboard the yacht, is a tragic chapter in the yacht’s history… SUCCESSION aside, the yatch used to belong to don Alberto Baillères. The yacht is now owned by his family… which probably explains the benevolence. No doubt that someone in the Baillères family is going to get foreclosed on the inheritance, which includes El Cerro de Las Noas en proximidad con San José de Las Panochas, en La Zona del Silencio en La Sierrita.

*~. Hofstein, C., ”Les espions tres discrets de la DRSD“, reportage. Le Figaro Magazine, 16 et 17 juin 2023, pp. 42-48 en La Folie BEATLES, par Paul McCartney.

Dig it.
The communique highlighted the French Touch of the cartel propaganda adding, « [A]t the end, as if it were a diplomatic message between government representatives, the cartel member said: “Without further ado, we await a response from you and we send you our cordial greetings. Sincerely, your safe servants of the Northeast Cartel” ».

I do not select the news cycles nor its para-lelos 

Previously on, ¡Qué LINDO Caga El Señor! Followed by Reed’s classic, Sex With Your Parents, it’s Adrien Brody in SUCCESSION, for the record, Eye will watch Brody in anything that he manifests his fina Estampa de torero that he is Cast on.

https ://www .superyachtfan .com /fr /yacht /mayan-queen/

¿Alló Silver*? El Llanero de Las Flores… Tonto 🪶.

*~. Based on Ke-mo sah-bee’s all-out expose of The Lone Ranger. In other WO’ids, fuck GOLDBERG (Ewe Ho) y que viva SILVERMAN, Sarah.

And, Mika Brzezinski, don’t call that glorified Disney ride an “expedition”… unless your French 🇵🇱 relatives at the Immigrants Museum of Haute Couture recognize the women from Mariana X. Rivera’s reality show as a trade, and not just a Samaritaine’s hipster item.

-https ://www .proceso .com .mx /internacional /2023/6/23 / james-cameron-dit-que-la-recherche-du-submersible-titan-etait-un–canular cauchemardesque–

— And, my condolences, thoughts and prayers are with the French millionaire who’s sleeping with them Fishes. And no, señor Excmo., i don’t mean your compatriota de Haute-Savoie next to the ghost of JACK Dawson, —Jacques!, and in the words of Mel Brooks in History of The World Part Two, “not that one”. I’m talking about them Poissons’.

In Memory of Roe v. Wade. Yes we’re going to a private clinic.

 

🚽🧻🧼🚿🧽🧼🚿🧽🧼🚿

Synopsis: Émilie Munera goes to the Point Neuf and buys a French-made huipil from Pharell Williams who coincidentally is now in the business of recycling Red ❌ Cross thermal blankets for his Louis Vuitton strip show.

But FO’ist!!!

It’s Pass The Dutchie Darmanino³,
you son-of-a-piggy en Matignon.

³~. Geraldo Darmanino is the illegitimate basterd’son of Senator John “Bluto” Blutarski (R-FLA) and some french whore from Saint-Tropez.

Hilarity ensues when La Kerschovas does not approve and Willie Geist gets a Guayabera from Lula 🇧🇷 en Libération.

The Morning After : animation

El llanero de las flores and other assorted transliterations.

 

The they would arrive when Mexican basket ballers became a doppelganger version of aspiring French Musketeers in at King James 🏀 Court, inversely proportional but in another PROFILE, a French 🏀 talent is learning the talk that Eugene Robinson 📰 at El WaPo gives his black children when they get behind the wheel of a Large Auto 🎱 Movil and any given Sheriff 🚓  pulls the car over.

96 hours of subs on the floor… 96 hours of, yeah they all are sleeping with fishes, 🎵 and in The End, the plunge you take is equal to any refugee who sunk in the coast of Greece.

I Shot Susana Poveda, but I did not shoot the United States Academy, which was part of América.

And, Ambassador with a difficult name to write… me da güeva escribirTe-te-te, sin embargo it’s time to thread the news of today, with things that I wrote about before, and in particularly, Excmo. Ambassador Asvasadourian, that little weapons smuggling operation from the creators of WACO, Texas, and Ruby Ridge.

But don’t take my blog (word) for it, you sir have the authority and the right to review my motivational letter to the French Consulate in Los Angeles, California, dated November of 2010, in one of the paragraphs you might perhaps maybe notice the part about the weapons smuggling that would come to be known as the “aspersions on Louie Gomer’s asparagus,” have your Twitter®️ Monkees look it up because it‘s as trou 🕳️ as a Whole in on the ground 🎨.

And this is where Mariana X. Rivera comes in… spoiler alert, Mariana is only a note 🎶 on this composition, a thread in the Gleason’s “Films d’altérité”  and of De Obeso’s “Rencontres Cinématographiques Viva Mexico” huipiles y guayaberas.

Eye does knot follow the knews 🇬🇧, said the the Peruvian 🇵🇪 president, according to Osler Amaro en rfpp before he was stopped on his way to Mexico’s güey. Trou 🕳️ story. Plunge in.

 

Feel Puzzled? Well, Do Ewe, —punk?

Ahora una de, ¡franChutes!

 

Note to the French Ambassador to The Mexican United States in Xochimilco… please relay to Mr. Jean-Christophe Berjon that in Paris, France (of course) the Sky is broken (Crying 🎸)  and weather calls for a “paraguas” not a fagetty “sombrilla”.

By-that-güey, Mr. Berjon, based on El Excelentísimo Embajador Tweet for the Summer Solstice:

 

En este primer día de verano, les comparto un hermoso lienzo : “Mujer con una sombrilla” (1866) por Claude Monet. El gran pintor impresionista supo perfectamente resaltar la luz radiante de este temporada del año 🎨

https ://twitter.com /AsvazadourianJP /status/ ?s=20

How do you like my « 🐋 baleines ☔», it’s basically the backbone of Évry motherfucking “sombrilla” and UmbRellas, aussi. Not that your faggety, Mexican Connection en ANNECY last week, or tonight at The UGC Odéon would know anything about, sycophant bastards that they are, They all serve César and his little Oscar rip-off ceremony.

Meanwhile at Olympiades M-14 en Babylon: por nada, Miguel 🇵🇪, por nada.

So you wanna be a fip “photo instagramalist”, eh?, Well say hello to my little friend, Ringo (not that one).

 

Ask Marie-Antoniette, I was with Saint-Michel at the Concergerie when Saint-Jacques went boom 💥, but I did bump into a  reptiliana, on la rue Serpente, she’s easy to spot because she makes a Brazilian rainforest look like a Canopée and Ewe certainly cannot imagine her ever shaving that muff into the strip of a RATP metro ticket, which coincidentally are in peligro d’extinction. Just like the Brazilian rainforest, Mr. President (not you chug-a-lug… this one¹)

1~. 🇧🇷, Who will be speaking next to that jumping pony Show set-up at Champ’s de Mars.

I Shot Susana Pubeda, but Eye did Knot shoot Da’ de Putin.

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Over at Lagrange… Öüï catches up with an ol’amphibian on La Seine.

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