Los Nazis en México on The Phang Show

Paint:

Previously on “Katie Phangs moved to Paris Show”, here is the ‘Coyote’s’ take:

But FO’ist!!!

Just what kind of self-respecting Border Tsar goes Greek on the “elles”, ese? Someone who’s parents are “macedonis”, or as they (those mothe’l Fuck’els) in Puerto Rico call Em#:

Macedonios! So hav’at it mister Tsar, are you as Black as that Macedonian Queen of Denile?

I mean, it’s Trou 🕳️ that Eye has never been to Spain, but last Öüï checked, and even Catalonio Barcelonetto de Peralvillo agréés:

Corre y se va 🃏

de las insulas, majorca está a un lado de La Insula del Gobernador, y a lo mejor por eso los catalanes de Catalonia y Alicia³, le pusieron doble ele en lugar de la jota, pero si usted quiere y gusta puede seguir joteando en Palma, sin embargo, quitar las eles por la i griega, pues… esas si son chicanadas.

https ://www .europapress .es /catalunya /noticia-serrat-recibira-premio-alicia-trayectoria-concede-lacademia-catalana-musica-20230510180047 .html

Katie in Pink.

Katie in Pink. It’s a sketch not a sneakers.

 

Öüï now returns to the “Coyote’s” take:

I employed the Moses breeches flotation device³.

For illustration purposes only, do not attempt to get down on your own.

 

³~. Please be advised that Susana Pubedas animated breeches, nor Luc Frelongs dancing pants will float under this scenario, mostly if not completely on account that them pantaloons are designed to get down, and that is the last place the prospective “pollo” would want to get sucked to.

Say Gwen.

And starring as Calamity Jane…

If, Ewe, insists, Sista, but this is no time for SIESTA.

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 youse going to have to listen to The Thundercats in reel time to make sense of this leaked DRAFT:

https: //www .radiofrance .fr /fip /podcasts /club-jazzafip /la-galaxie-jazz-de-thundercat -7463279

 

La hija de Antonio Badu

 

Django with Alice in Chains…
mariposas amarillas…
¡arroz!

Denis Soula can lick my balls… Two Outs, El Ey is at the plate, PANTHRO is at the mound.

Manuel Valls cameos as Garth Brooks in low Places.

¡Ahora, sí!
THEE Camp Town Ladies sing this song, duh-Da’ Dutihil… after the break, Open Jazz plays “The French Mistake”.

And, no! Ms. Judd, you cannot sleep at the Moulin Rouge, it’s booked by the local DAME, however, The Crazy Horse is a mighty fine place to chill… it’s authentic enough to have THEE American Cathedral a un Boccador from THEE real George V Four Seasons.

Over at the happiest whorehouse in Paris, Texas, rue de Saint-Germain des Prés, La MAL is hosting an exposition by New Mexico’s own Filipino “Diamond”, the one-and-only, Chávez y Chávez.

… Jump to page 3 with the “self-REGULATORS”.

Cinco de Mayo — La fiesta para Jupiter es en L’Opéra…

casi esquina con L’Olympia.*

Dear, Bill Maher, only 5 hand grips! Ewe’s an amateur werewolf my friend—anygüey Bill —it’s Weekend Edition; book review with that Random Jon from the House of Meachum, follows.

“Gloria a Dios en las alturas, recojieron las basuras de [La Ópera] ayer a oscuras y hoy cuajada de bombillos… cuajada de bombillas”…

TimeStamp: 12h30 CET

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the new environmental vehicle… the 1st prototype, experts agree—runs on shit.

Organized grab–ass in the form of a “pick-nic” is currently on its way à L’Opéra, however,  Carmen is no where to be found, but L’homme à L’Harmonica in the Original Morricone Soundtrack just rolled by… TimeStamp: 13h40 something.

“C’est la fête à mon Bro! ”

Hey Jon Meachum, Organized Grab–Ass ended at 14h and la rue 4 de septembre is the avenue of approach on organized civil disobedience towards La Bastille…black bloc’s are not in sight, hopefully they are with Carmen à Vincennes, eh!

16h05

The first procession is making its way through boulevard de Temple and onto the Bastille turn-around.. and Jon Meachum, a funny thing happened on the way to the McToilette à Bastille, much like Ohio [from the Pretenders] Ronnie’s resto wasn’t there; the wifi is up and running, our guess is that corporate is re-evaluating the French McDo logo: Venez comme vous êtes, eh! Or as the people in Seattle used to Say: COME AS YOU ARE.

Opéra–Bastille: 16h40…

Black bloc 1 – Cops 0… Boulevard Richard Lenoir, one CSR element is down and unconscious, water canons are making their way to the Genie.

17h30… things got back to normal. The celebration, the pic-niques, DJ’s, Live Music… clowns, performance y hasta uña puta piñata; en fin Caravan, y un chingo de 🎵 🎵La, la, la, la, la, 🎵La, LA, yiAh La La Lah’s.

Sapo verde to you, o algo así.

18h00 La France insoumise se retira de Place de la Bastille… pero la fiesta para Macron sigue.

Digression para La Random House*

Columbia, “You need cooling, baby i’m not foolin…” •–_¡_–• You know Mr. Meachum, earlier in the day it suddenly hit me, it hasn’t even been a week since the “Austerlitz” incident with the « black bloc’s » at Mickey Dee’s went down and the Frogs are out on the streets again; and the cops are mostly cool about it; we [the staff] don’t know how the night is going to end, we took off at about 19 hundred hours (Place de la Bastille, time), in any case, Mr. Meachum, what i’m trying to get at here is the Spirit —not the Soul, hold that thought, because « further up on the road » we’ll be weaving this « cuadro » en forma de digresión para usted… anygüey, come Monday morning, please tell Cousin Joe, that this set is dedicated to the entire Kat Cadre at ‘the’ msnbc’s.

So, Mr. Meachum, Trump time in The U.S. is not really the worst that the country has had it as far as partisan politics go, fair enough, but tell us, has the U.S. ever been chill? Will it ever be?

Case in point, after the Charlie Hebdo and The Bataclan terrorist incidents, life and the way of the frogs… the way of the French “kept a rollin.” Undeterred, in spite of fear mongering calls from La Pen and her political party who, had they had their way would have turned France’s  airports, trains and metro stations into the Hohenschönhausen style “welcome” at U.S. airports, courtesy of the most incompetent, exaggeratedly rigorous and, seriously overpaid security guards in Americana folklore.

… in Tijuana it’s 10:15 pm on the PST, and so the “fucking gringos” are still celebrating Cinco de mayo, meanwhile, en el Cerro de las Campanas (o por algún campo militar por allí, el Presidente Enrique Peña Nieto just made a reference to military academy graduates about the “tolerance” of Benito Juárez so–called followers, “the juaristas.”