Armando a Reagan :
And Cardi B… my spell checker keeps wanting to call you CARDIO, but never mind that because i was not going to vote this election (back in January) any hoot, Cardio B, it cost me €24 to send the fax to Art Tinoco in Riverside, and now the entire county knows that I Am Against Slave Labor in The California Pinto League, I have some friends from the wayback who didn’t do the crime and are still paying for it at .03 cents on The Dollar.
Tus ojos mexicanos lindos
Que solos no se miden ellos
Yo sé que son-que-son divinos
Herencia de una Francia rancia
Recuerdos III… and yet you (France) reward corruption, sycophants and, ANY nepotist Mexican who tells you that Notre Dame (km 0) is a “gift to the world” or as Napoléon once told Transportation Secretary, Pete Buttigieg, « un cadeau, Pete, un cadeau ».
El Divo de Juárez, via les “Culs-Brules” de Poitiers.
Señor ministro Retailleau
PRESENTE:
The Correct Terminology that you are searching for is not La Mexicanización de La Francia. Not by a long coke line…
Y Para Muestra, minister Ratatouille, here’s a FUCKING zebra 🦓… because what in the whole wide world of Circuses around The World is a zebra? I tell you what a Zebra is mister Interior en Beauvau, a Zebra is nothing more than a funky Ass, a Donkey 🫏 or, como dicen en Banderilla, Veracruz: un burro with style.
Even Eddie Murphy wished that he was a zebra, but Eddie Murphy is just a fucking donkey.
I’m Sirius minister Retailleau, it’s unbecoming for an hôtel de Beauvau resident and rather embarrassing for your neighbors at the Huitième de la haute bourgeoisie to jump onto NANCY REAGAN’S bandwagon and blame your V Republic’s SHORTSIGHTEDNESS on an entire PUEBLO; little ol’Eye reckons that Colombians will feel yet-again, left out by fragile bureaucrats in your Chain-of-Command.
En fin minister Retailleau, the term that your LACK of imagination needs is the following:
