{and} Laurent Valero, PhuCK Ewe Tú!

🍽️ Buen Provecho a toi, Aussi… and, Natalie my love, don’t wait up tonight, got some Killing to do, and it is not hyperbole.

So Help Mí, Jesus.
When Corrosion of Conformity begins to heal your wounds.

My patience has ran it’s course.

And, mister De Souza, this is not “a marathon”, don’t be a LITTLE BITCH, ya’Cunt. If you have any questions about my approach to FrancheCulture, ask, don’t be a gossiping cunt. It is unbecoming, especially for a fellow who comes from an Oil Rich HellHole like that beautiful shit hole that you call home.

Now, if by “gaslighting” my way Évry time that you get in a group of three or more, you get extra socks from Le Abbé Pierre, then more power to you, but maybe that is part of the reason why your beautiful Oil Rich HellHole that you call home is a shit hole in the first place, what’s next, is the Préfecture de Matignon going to reward you with a record contract on the “Singing for The Buck Stars” on the Juanito Guanavacoa Show?

Don’t forget your red nose.

Inquire at Le Grand Palais.