… [B]ueno, to be fair, the bottle was more of an Egyptian flower vase, the catch–when–rubbing the side of dicho florero, a French femme named Florence and, in the role of “My Favorite Jeannie”, Lætitia Casta.
Well would you look at D.A.T. .::. 1A39C695-04B5-4183-934A-4FFDB5E6C8A3 🇫🇷⚖️🇲🇽 Now, S.I.R.E.N.E., if you wish to reference Bubble I and Bubble II, you will have to cross reference the entries for El Instituto Cervantes and Eli Guerra/Julieta Venegas at La Maison de la Amérique latine, and El País de Ana Anabitarte, respectably on the “tags” of this most non–consequential blog.
Now if you are wondering what the UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador (assigned on 9 December 2016) Lætitia Casta is doing on this week’s edition of:
Well, Frank*, Ain’t D.A.T. a motherfucking coincidence D.A.R.E. on that gate? Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t!
Ponte al día… at the time, in the summer of 2008 i, armando segovia, skipped a meal with the publisher and the rest of the U.T.E.P. summer internship program at a weekly that catered to the Latin American community of Philadelphia and Southern New Jersey, —you know— the kind that are readily available where people gather, like say, a metro station, a nightclub or at a shopping center, anyway, Frank*, the Unicef Goodwill ambassador on the gate above was, at the time [probably] celebrating the very story that I was about to cover. At that particular time I was on my way back to the office, before i left the shack at the International University dorms, i happened to notice on the screen that Ingrid Betancourt had just been released from her captivity in Colombia 🇪🇨 Now, hear me out Frank*, because with the aid of a 1600 cc Kawasaki parked next door, at a hotel’s parking lot, it was quicker for me to hit the Northside, snap a few photos and get a few quotes from the Colombian diaspora regarding the release of Ingrid and be back next to City Hall before anybody noticed that i was in–and-out of the building, you know, because “that’s what reporting is all about” however, Frank*, at that particular time as i was getting off of the highway, i notced that i had missed call coming from the cell phone of the office boss; five minutes later i was informed that Hernán, the publisher, was taking the interns for a snack…or something like D.A.T. .::. 93123D20-4613-4A10-844D-69D76A8A7686 🧮 to be continued.
you will have to tune in to find out.
In the meanwhile, hoy no hubo Deadline, puras piñas, de cualquier manera here’s don Calderon’s comprehensive sketch:
We [the staff] continue to Catch–up with May3 observances and today, to Celebrate the gringo’s take of Mexican Independence Day, öüï… first remind Saint David Ignatius at The Washington Post, that The Paladin* over at LATINUS, working as a contributor for El WaPo, conspired with a known NARCO operative in U.S. custody, in addition and FOR THE RECORD at the Administrative Tribunal in Paris, the target of THAT KNOWN Conspiracy (Florence Marie Cassez) was one of the subjects that I, Armando Segovia, requested to follow in an independent journalism project filed at the French Consulate in Los Angeles, CALIFORNIA (filed Nov. 2010) and under the auspices of The Skills and Talents French visa program. … just saying.
Anyhow, Willie Geist, on a day like May3 of 1957, your favorite team, the EVIL EMPIRE, aka The New York Yankees, celebrated with Champagne, —no less— the Brooklyn Dodgers owner’s decision to accept a plot of land just West of Lincoln Heights, in Los Angeles, CALIFORNIA, situated on TOP of a hill known as “the Chavez y Chavez Red Mexican Greaser RAVINE”, and move what would ironically would become my favorite Baseball team… San Fernando Valenzuela (n° 34) would seal the deal.
*Carlos (el paladín del gobernador de LA Hermana República de YUCATÁN) Loret de Mola
Yup, Eye hates to say, it! But it’s probably Mí .::. 25048730-F537-4943-B73C-791BFA76D674 ⚖️
AND IN WASHINGTON, also on May3, but in the year of our Lorde 1802… Washington, D.C. se transforma en ciudad, algo así como El Distrito Federal, pero en Inglés y sin castillo; eso vendría después en 1847, cuando el profesor John Mill Ackerman viajo a través del tiempo y él mismo envolvió a “los niños héroes” (Melchor, Gaspar, y Baltazar) en la bandera mexicana y los lanzó al precipicio de Chapultepec.
IN LOCAL NEWS:
Le président de la République Emmanuel Macron s’exprimeras’est exprimé à 13 heures ce mardi 5 mai
* Deer, Marine Le Pen, please ask Steve Bannon to translate this little ditty for you; i am too fucking drunk, extremely depressed, not to mention — horny as fuck to Bing Translate the google machine; but if you, or La Prefecture de Paris à Cité ( Metro Line 4, 75004) think that La France does not have The French as priority #1, just ask Florence Cassez about that.
Free Speech for the Dumb .:. 465936F1-D525-4A3F-8AC2-CB3F522AC814 📐⚖️ Exhibit ONE–Reloaded
God —your god— forbids that a brown-skin_nerdAmerican dares to follow HER* ‘kidnapped’ crusade from the start to the finish, because for starters, it has been my EXPERIENCE, that outside of the bureaucracy there is no such thing as a “brown–Skin_NerdAmerican“, that is you know, outside of the Prefecture, because on the French economy, the only Americans are those that speak with a “Bostonian” or “White” accent, of course, Blacks are excluded from this observation, because as noted earlier in OUR programming ‘looking in — from the outside’, the regular French (the ones that bathe themselves with TAP Water) want to be Black, just ask Nino Ferrer, and fip.
P.S.: When afforded the opportunity for an interpreter, the French official channels have opted to assign me with a Spanish–speaking interpreter, this includes, courts, police departments, and the holy prefecture de police.
It’s a good thing that French law does not allow for “demandas millonarias” in París… gonna jerk-off now, if you are monitoring (and Eye knows, that you fuckers are) enjoy the show.
My name is Diego.:.F9F84191-584F-45B4-AC2C-D126B5BBD888 🔫 but people who know call Mí, “Juan”.
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C’est Arrive, but you fuckers are going to have to wait until 1345 to see this Dame de Paris, “enfin achevé ».
🎼 Eran peregrinos, eran peregrinos.:.63BBCF0C-1BF3-41F2-9635-794764E597C8 •-_!_-• Los “halcones de Genaro eran peregrinos”.
Happy Birthday, Quasimodo.
Mean, while Donald Trump failed to generate more substantive news than a Nordic girl, time in the U.S. will not Forget that the Young Turks committed crimes against humanity in Armenia.
It’s almost like a Festevus Miracle.:.155188B2-8059-4D9F-A1A4-4B7358FB80DF •|• NOW, if the U.S. Senate could just recognize Jamal Khashoggi’s brutal Murder by the House of Saud, hope would return to Chuck Berry’s “Promised Land”.
It’s another Lupita Miracle!!! And the cover Girl says, “thank you, may we have another one?”.