Dimanche 30 novembre 2025

Elvis, was a better Hegseth, Patel, and that fucking Rubio on the Trump watch.

Fuck The Blue Strip slip Process… but that’s only because ELVIS had a big PEACOCK 🦚 badge! Look at the size of that PEACOCK, —Joe.

Best Unquantifiable F.B.I. special agent
Öüï’s talking KING$,
— nigga!

Eye swears that Öüï can’t make this morning joe shit up.

The Rules of Engagement … the Roman Numerals edition.

 

p. 33 †… of course it is

Now before Ewe go fucking up that 3-pointer, and bloody–Mí up, here is the fucking source, lest Ewe forget that I, Armando Segovia, am the Water Bearer ♒

There’s a nomenclature for it… but that is not it, that’s the tap, Eye is The Source.

 

« “Jean-Pierre, we have a new Reubens.” »… literally 👆🏼

 

Öüï now returns to them “D…eeetails” already in progress: it’s 13h in C.E.T.

A closer Luc, follows, right now it‘s Oh My God Becky Look At The Cock on that guy.

Across The Atlantic, it’s 9 a.m. and it’s looking a lot like a Nuremberg-style trial for that coke’ed-up Secretary of ‘Gwar’ on FOX News : Pete ‘I wear a Nazi Symbol on my chest’ Hegseth, but you better not raise the price of my Golden Corral grits.

Golden Corral, where broke-ass gringos go out to eat.

Y este-s el corrido del caballo blanco.

🎸 Try One-Oh-Fo’ and tell the Hicks-the-Po’boy is on the line 📞 Cruzó como rayo, tierras Nayaritas entre cerros verdes y lo azul del cielo 🪇

In this section José Alfredo Jiménez and Chuck Berry exchange notes on their most extreme road trips to a gig, short story long The Colonel got a whiff of the exchange thanks to a record “executive” at aduanas in Acapulco, the rest is His Story 🚽 the promised crap.