Tag Archives: Kamel The MagiCIAn

Flavia, “Hold On, cus’ I’m Coming” ♠️ 🎩

And now, the conclusion of Kamel The Magician, long story short, the Immo Witch Sorceress-ese at BFM underscored him by 40% and a blow 🌬️  job 🍃.

It Was 20 Years Ago, when Joe Scarborough joined the KKK club… ⚾ yer’ Out! Motherfucker. Got cheese 🧀?

 

… ok, Kamello mío pay attention now and let me take you back to 22 Feb. to show you lo HERMOSO de Jenny en El País; that particular tirage turned out to be a “Special Edition” to be collected by more than a myriad of trash receptacles because on this particular print 📰 Pepa BUENO “sawed-off” the columns from the SPORTS and BABELIA pages of SPAIN as seen trough the literature of Julio Iglesias.

1939 – Spanish Civil War: Generalísimo Francisco Franco of the Spanish State announces the end of the Spanish Civil War, when the last of the Republican forces surrender.

︷~. Note for the good people and friends of this most NON-CONSEQUENTIAL blog at the local PSG Bénévole Heart’s Club Band  💬 the “Mexican looking mustache” is not, i REPEAT, it is KNOT for the purposes of this most NON-CONSEQUENTIAL blog a Mexican Bigote my friends, but rather a BANANA used FOR SIZE to illustrate THE GAP between columns on both the IGLESIAS and SPORTS section of Spain’s FLAGSHIP newsprint, El País.

… that trick, coincidentally if not ironically tore off a significant chunk of JULIO IGLESIAS during the swinging London years when according to the sawed-off face of Ignacio Peyró, Britannia le hizo a JULIO lo que EL AIRE le hizo a Benito Juárez (o sea, que ni lo despeinó) and here’s another thing you don’t know: Julio pulled that off in a place where Iglesias was more an ALIEN than BOWIE ever was.

Allow Mí to display that battle plan for your Eyes only Kamel, only your Eyes but I am going to have to SACRIFICE both of your wrists for snatching that hour from my Winter sleep.

Which is why, Flavia, my deer… Eye is asking Ewe all at number Tú, to SPRING 🌱 Forward to, THE SMASHING PUMPKINS because TO THEY, it’s the Greatest 🎩🥊.

It’s official now : Partial Eclipse on a Blood Corn Crib

Partial Eclipse on a Blood Corn Crib, it’s Fiddler On The Roof with mariachi, tequila, and Bob Plant on VOcals.

Spring Cleaning

Entonces pues Alicia Menendez, are you ready to move on? And why, why Alicia Menendez? WHY are you against Secretary of Defense pulling a YOKO ONO on the The Department of Defense gig?

https ://www .theguardian .com /us-news /2025/mar/29 /pete-hegseth-wife-jennifer-foreign-defense-official-meetings

The fucking Gall, France. It seems like ages since Vlodomir Zelenskyy was getting scorned for wearing battle fatigues to The White House but Eye just saw in Hawaii last week the Secretary of Defense looking like Ted Cruz en Cancún. Talk about the moral booster on the 670-1. Anyhow, don’t try to decipher the Signal, this one is on FreqHop and Öüï is transmitting from a ghost signal.

AÑO L, número 17.374 — para Pepa Bueno con Amor del Malo

This blog is what back masking is to rock and roll, or what backwards planning against fascists sounds like when you have all of the puzzle 🧩 pieces trimmed with chainsaws, so I hope you don’t make the same mistake like last time, Beto O’Rourke crowd. Issy, I’m talking to You, Bill Maher.

If 15 was 6 🐞

With that in mind, I AM NOT HISPANIC and yet natura was kind, so Sancho, fuck Ewe and the voice of the Opus Dei.

Me he de comer esa pepa 🦪, aunque me excomulgue la Iglesia.

Class is in Session now. Go get that Pablo fellow at the “Academia” a ver si, se puede.

I Saw Her, laying there…

But first, I Saw Her sitting there 🪘 👐🏿

That’s Chano Pozo 🕳️ so come on Évrybody won’t cha’ DEW the Con-GA.

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Sorry Calendar Girl, Morgan just pulled a reveal

There’s hope for, wait for it, wait for it, — The Humanity!!! Yes.  But you gots to dew the Memphis Two-Step to the groove of Fuck The Police.

Ojos de Perro Azul

 

20 years from the 6th day, of the 3rd month, of President Donald John Trump’s second term in the oval office or, the president’s 50th month in ABSOLUTE power if EWE FUCKERS ARE REALLY KEEPING count, artificial intelligence companions are a thing, so much so that even your pesky-borrowing mooch of a neighbor has now added onto his “may I borrow your …” repertoire the, “my wife is away at a trade conference, yada, yada, yada.”

Camello sin Filtro meets Caballo Dorado

Last night, Bobby asked his neighbor if he could borrow his A.I. companion for “dinner and a musical,” to which his neighbor said yes, “of course… just don’t go sticking your öüï-wee in my A.I. companion’s butthole” said the neighbor.

Agreed 😇 responded Bobby. 💯 percent, “it’s just dinner and a musical“ about a transgender narco trafficking Franchute who uses A.I. to translate the language of Molière into ROSALIA’S version of Puerto Rican slang for dumb movie-goers in France.

Yesterdays

… hilarity ensues the following morning when Bobby’s wife returns from her trade conference annual Christmas orgy and sees a KAISER PERMANENTE ambulance outside of her condo near 30 Rock.

Long-story short, Bobby explains to his wife that while she was out fucking the entire Lab at the annual Christmas congress at the Saint-Malo Camping Grounds of La Mancha, he borrowed the PAPERBACK Writer’s A.I. Companion and the neighbor forgot to switch the pencil sharpener mode off.