Ladies in Gemini — Meet El Charro de Washington

The following is an intermission while öüï play Ketchup* with Yesterday’s news:

What’s The Frequency, Kayleigh?

What's The Frequency Kayleigh

I know you
I know you’ve seen her
She’s a sad tomato*
She’s three miles of bad road

In this outtake, Chuck Todd sings for u.s., the same song that Donald John Trump sang to Ivanka when he used to put her to sleep at night. The ballad, originally scored by Color Badd, is being repurposed here to say hello to our little Crush (with eyeliner) at the James S. Brady Press Room.

Anyhow, Sarah Cooper, It’s not you, it’s us. Please share this Code 500 when reporting the issue, and if Nicole Wallace has an issue with, IT!, please have her forward the work-order ticket to the BUZZFEED cyber security team (Feb. 2016 at Unesco Headquarters) and if you Sarah Cooper should lose your way through the CrashCodes on this wordpress site, just use the PromoCode: Loki is the god of mischief, and then Sarah Copper (You National Treasure—you), tell Willie Geist that you sound a lot like ROBIN DeAngelo’s take on “The Dehumanizing Condescension of White Fragilityon Today’s last word of The Morning Joe show, not for the racial aspects of that discussion, but for the condescension (if Eye may call, IT! D.A.T.) of this little teaser below ⤵️ on Deadline:

Hoy no hubo Jazz

Hoy no Hubo Jazz, in Spain, —Miles— only Sketches of Columbia and The Atlantic… In other words Avi Velshi, “Cuando Calienta El Sol — Solea”.

ISSY, Sarah Cooper, see if you can ad-lib the following text to your Milli–Vanilli curricula, because there is a fallacy in your mantra. Aussi, please forward the resulting Tic-Toc to Mika Brzezinski’s staff and to “the know your value” coven. Full disclosure i sleep on the streets when The París Police kicks me out of the abandoned metro tunnels and/or warehouses where i crash until my deportation review trial arrives, that is to say Sarah Cooper, i am one Winter away from holding signs of the end–is–near, so don’t read this, except for ENTERTAINING purpouses. With that in mind:

— Número Uno: Not everyone is “socially engineered” to be a sociopath like Donald John Trump. Ask his niece, W.H.O. by (know) now, everyone on “The Resistance” and “Never Trump” camp is acquainted with.

— Número Dos: Not Everyone is given millions and millions of U.S. Dollars and assets by the time that one’s first pubic hair starts to tickle the groin area.

— Número Tres: Not Everyone can seduce the Media and politicians with “donations” to further one’s goals.

* Note to the peacock network… will your new on–demand programming be featuring “The Apprentice” on its digital menu?

— Número CUATRO: Do you see what i am getting at?

If you do, Sarah Copper, then you may continue to not read this entry and consider why Donald John Trump is not just any individual, no. Donald John Trump, Sarah Copper, is “Individual ONE”. And for that very reason, Donald John Trump only qualifies as a form of inspiration to fictional characters like a younger Bobby De Niro in the role of “Jimmy The Gent”, of Goodfellas fame.

Anyhow, Sarah Cooper, i dared mentioned the Buzzfeed incident at Unesco just to drive my point to former Congressman Joseph Charles Scarborough the III, because of that part that follows Donald John Trump greatest accomplishment in life, where you mention, that “you can do anything”, here’s why (on Deadline):

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And in the ROLE of CAMAZOTZ: Yasmin Vossoughian

This Show needs an Enema! Eddy Currents are at an all time high, please bear with the Dangling Participles… a continuación.

Fair use of paper media

Fair use data… in case aliens from outer space descend on u.s. [again] and want to re-construct what the fuck happened on God’s green Earth. —_•|•_— ISSY, Cousin Joe: ZEPPELIN goes here. Communication Breakdown, It’s All Gueys The Same.

Page 2020
The deconstruction
of a Beaner*
by El Globo de Boston

… [A]nd now, the rest of the Codex (not to bee confused with a dog whistle):

Set de Llaves españolas

En la imagen, un set de llaves españolas 🔩1C16B065-3692-4153-A1AC-80EE5D3CFF49 ⚙️ HAPPY BIRTHDAY To: CARLOS SANTANA (73 years young).

Moctezuma’s mistake after he read “El Error de Descartes”.

Everyone warned the Emperor not to add lettuce to his tacos, intel from the northern peoples reported that the soil from where the leafy add-on on the menu was harvested from was contaminated. The royal diarrhea that follow would be so epic, that even the great Charleston Heston would star in a trilogy about “Montezuma’s” revenge. Chopped lettuce, however, was not what killed the poor bastard in all of his feathered nakedness. Nope. Moctezuma was used to all sort of traveling “amigas” voyaging deep into his gastrointestinal tract. Diarrhea for Moctezuma was what the mythical vomitorium ( 𓂐was to the good rulers of the SPQR.

Y aunque ustedes no están para saberlo, ni el staff de este tan intrascendente blog para contarlo, gente cercana a los tlaxcaltecas afirman que a Moctezuma no lo mató nada mas la profecía del greñudo pelos de trigo, no.

Aunado a esa superstición, la caída del Imperio de Moctezuma también se debió en parte porque el emperador se aferró en lo que hoy (8 años después del inicio del fin del mundo, Maya) sabemos que es una idea equivocada de Batman.

As mention on the Spanish section of the pre-Columbian Batman tale, Moctezuma, like all of the elite at Texcoco was a very superstitious man, and the open-end wrench set on the “Batwings” only helped to exacerbate his beliefs in the Feather Serpent when he learned that the men riding ‘giant dogs’ and with shinny metal skin came from a land call Spain. Moctezuma, a fan of the Batman carved comix of his universe knew the difference between the Corona-type wrenches and “las llaves españolas” that CAMAZOTZ sported on his cape. So he, Moctezuma, fell head–over–heels over that Hispanic factoid.

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Mots Mélangés

I bet you think this clip-out is about you

N° 23602… We don’t select the crosswords .:. 041468B4-35EA-4CF9-94F4-98810433C404 —_•|•_— We can only cross check and reference them. Heck, we don’t even coordinate the colors. NIN is on top of REM, and that is all that Eye is going to say, KAYLEIGH McENANY, because i want to fuck you like a Shiny Happy Animal.

« Méfiezvous si elle tire La Langue ! »
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And in Washington, Vicky Blew It… Vicky Vale madres.