Intermezzo avec Les Sopranos… Au Pied de Cochon! Avi Velshi… Au Pied de Cochon§§§

And, Baby Blue… the good people of Southlake should take on the ‘cues’ from Southpark, having stated that… Token* guest stars as the student council president.

Truth and Consequences New Mexico… context follows

* Rep. Hakeem Jefferies (D-NY)

… AS fo’Mí, Avi Velshi has got the right idea and Eye is going to join Öüï at the Saint Estauche Soup Line, let’s PRAY for some breakfast tacos… even though it’s the 16:00 hour in CET, but now that ANGELA said “auf Wiedersehen” and it happens to be the Weekend… Öüï is KNOT on DEADLINE (like the Haitians in Ciudad Acuña, Coahuila) for now.

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In context, y’all heard of BITCHES BREW… it’s KNOT one of Those!
This here is what Rick James would call:

BITCHIN’ LUCK

And as luck would have it, Tiffany’s hair was saved by the so-called OBAMA CARE. And, FIP Sirens, full-disclosure and because you are (all) in on the JOKE (you motherfuckers)… ISSY—y’all know that I am not a doctor, yet!—but I did get royaly fucked by one.

Anyhow, my Saturday Deadline Girl dedicat-r-ed one of her two-hour segments to her struggle with a big ol’ tumor that was causing her to lose that beautiful hair on that latte-skin of her. The ailment is called “fibrosis” or something like that (Eye told you that Mí is not a Doc), yada-yada-yada she was doing the news for free —not getting paid that is— yada, yada, yada, broke and with no medical insurance in THEM United States of the Land of The Free, and then OBAMA CARE was signed into LAW, and Oh Happy Theys! The rest is HER history.

In context, Bitchin’ Luck gave way to The Birth of Cool, or whatever her baby was named after the Tumor on her VIENTRE was extirpated, and Tiff could then procreate.

In conclusion: Tiff was given UNA de DOS SOPAS, extract her reproductive organs (cheapest way in America to fix the pain and excessive menstruation) or remove ($$$) the tumor inside her (moonlighting as PASSENGER in her), which is when OBAMA CARE kicked in. 

Triple Trend This Twitter Tiff… Told you about them T-T’s (Twitter Threads) so don’t go EXTRApolating onthe freaky consequences of this most non-consequential life.

What a way to SEGUE from the Super Freak R. KELLY to R. Jamesat least your producers kept the theme on the letter R, which happens to be fip . fr radio favorite letter, not because of the universality of the 18th letter in the alphabet, but because fip . fr supports RAPE and MURDER… fip prefers the ROLLING STONES from THE BEATLES, but i am sure that Öüï Can Work, IT!, Out.

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After the break it’s another EdItOn of The Rachel Maddow Rock and Roll Circus. In this EpIsOde, Öüï time travels to the Year Nineteen Hundred and Eight (2008) to bring you the story of how Eye Met your Mother… and, REVEREND AL, If EWE is IN on The JOKE, then you’ll know why this, OF ALL of the posts on this here motherfucking WordPress© Blog is sponsored by VANIA.

“I’m Rick James—BITCH!!! ».

Show it again Joe… gas works

“Oh, that’s just another They in New York City,” as explained by Mayor Bill De Blasio on the Morjo Show… “Wet Teddy Backs!”—Wet teddy bears.

What are you going to do next, RAPE me — like Catholic priests do? It has been EIGHT months since i filed a complaint against police abuse here in France, AND SALMA HAYEK (p.74, PARIS MATCH du 22 au 28 juillet 2021)… let me go get a picture of Sebas across the French NBA satellite à Paris 13éme, and if your husband doesn’t block the wordpress site from the PINAULT Centre, i will show you what Kennedy looked before Ted Cruz dad shot his head to smithereens. Just the facts, even if my name is not OLIVER Stone — although i do recall the night when the Director and me crossed paths^, precisely outside of the Soup Line at Saint Eustache. Check the record.

Do you play PING PONG, Mr. Stone?

* I was ascending from one of the 665 movie halls inside of what used to be Les Halles, and nothing but a mall (punto y coma) Mr. Stone was on his way down to the main theater of them other 665 movie halls of what is now nothing more than just another American brandwith the French Touch, of course.

In conTexto, para Pablo y El Agente OSS 117 (75013 entre Le Temps des Cerises and “a bucket of chicken”:

Lorem Ipsum… wait fo’IT. Wait… and i’m back, and before fip . fr brings out the Summer wine, y pues ValgArma la Serendipia, Salma Hayek, but and before i establish how a Fishbone album connects to Claire McCaskill’s cloakroom connection at La Bourse in front of Pablo’s studio, which overlooked the Eiffel tower from the top of a Kentucky Fried Chicken at Place de l’Italie check this out.

Forrest Gump was a FAG!

The first thing that you need to know about a very exclusively open place where Evry body knows your name (Paris) is that if you are in on the joke (from the beginning, knot Yesterday) then you would know that you are never more than 3 degrees (not 6) of separation from a place, person or institution that is linked to La rue Borrègo (75020)…

__ which ValgArma la redundancia, Salma Hayek, if the idiot should ever be in on the joke, like say the SECuRITY detail guarding the former Catherine de Medici tower IS then you would know that the EmerGency exit at the former commodity (agro) exchange is linked to THE DOGMA section of this PAGE then Kamila, let me tell you that La Bourse enfrente de la AFP está a tan solo unos pasos de la ventanilla de STEPHANIE MENOU at the Prefectura de Paris-Cité (2015).

https ://imdb .com /title /tt1640718 /?ref_ =m_nm_knf_ act_i17

Page loading… 🔃🔄

With that in mind, Salma Hayek, ValgArma el recordatorio necesario para poder participar en este corrido… musico-y-literalmente relevante is that EWE must be in on the joke, period, otherwise you fall into one of two categories:

1. You are a hitman or Black Widow

That’s right, Dimitru—my friend, “no money no Cry”, said The Count Marley… And Mr. Pinault, because you can transcend prefectures, gobernaturas, and Even (dare Eye Say) The Presidents, you can may review the logs from the most informed Cop in Paname, i know that you can be in on the joke with a Truman Burbank sense of omnipotence*

2. A 🙈French 🙉 Benevole 🙊

*In the movie, and Eye is not making this up Miss Pantimonio (del PATRImonio) transliterates to Ed Harris.

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Fuckkkkkkkk, Eye didn’t think

Over at Le Figurines “entre Guillemets*” del Mundo de Le Figaro, goD taketh away The Bach, Jean-Sebastien —Back!

* Pg. 19 Opinions… Le Figaro Nº 23 929.

Jump to La Grange where Billy is Welcoming Pablo onto the Stage… “Yeah, Buddy! »… B.O.N.E.S. follows, it’s an Old Segovia Road Extravaganza que ni en Cannes, SALMA HAYEK, —ni en Cannes.

Hoy es martes 13, y mañana — Raquelito…

… demain, Cher, Rachel:
it’s Pie Day.
Aussi, les images n’ont pas besoin de mots
pour parler… ni mucho menos
Corazón:
los números!!!

In the mean time, and while we continue to draft a self-commissioned review of last Friday’s “LycanthroPie” in Real Time¹, and then reload the Salma Hayek filesreload the Frida Kahlo files; guest starring, Mr. John Leguizamo, we [the staff] bid farewell to a very close acquaintance of ours.

El nopal en la frente “is optional”… Context, Dr. Netas, follows.

Entonces, pues, with the month of March being International Females month* the following must be read with the enchanting voice of any of the FIP SIRENS and their “under any circumstances” programming.

*  FYI:
in a place called France,
women don’t like it when men… those fucking pigs!
Address them as woman…
so much for John Lennon, that fucking, prick.
Dijo, Cynthia.

}—~~~~\*>

Requiem for a little Green Bag…
adieu à mon sac à dos.

No te esperaba — pero como me hacías falta.

Los buenos elementos de La Sopa en Saint Estauche nos presentaron… como tú, diría un marino estadounidense en una película de Kubrick, habían muchas, “but this one (motherfuckers) is MINE”.

Anygüey, la otra bolsita, a little Red Bag by–the–way, como tú, también se descosió aunque bajo diferentes circunstancias, y para colmo: ¡en el último —puto— jalón de escalada!

A ti, little green bag, no solamente te tocó la inclemencia del invierno parisino del 2018, sino que también tuviste que aguantar los jaloneos del pakistaní alcoholizado que quería arrebatarte de mi, de las pandillas de antillanos que simplemente querian cagar el palo, o aquellos desmadrosos de la banlieue que bajan a Châtelet como si fueran una incursión de Vikingos, o Hells Angels en Carbonville… that’s a Wild One reference —y’all… ¿yo qué culpa tengo de que una de las morras de esos pinches desmadrosos le echara un ojo a mis huesos?

En fin, querida mochila verde llegaste a mis hombros en las pascuas decembrinas y ayer en estas pascuas que van a recibir a la Primavera tú ya no aguantaste más…

Happy Rabbit day!

Aunque tú por lo menos, y eso es mucho que decir Little Green Bag, no te arrugaste como aquél cuero viejo, que una vez quise para tambor de guerra. Por lo menos tú, bolsa de canvas con relleno de mezclilla aguantaste hasta que los relevos ya hubieran librado el abismo y el underground para que los suministros llegarán a tu seguro servidor.

Merci, porque como dicen Las Sirenas en FIP:
“ALL THE COOL IN YOU IS [WAS] ME”.

… https ://www .youtube .com /watch?v=FmqaT1pMtL0

PS…
“I don’t believe in Heaven, but i believe in Hell, and i’ll see BOTH of you there.”


All the sources you need to know are available at 35:27 of:

She get’s too hungry for dinner at eight.”

C’est comme ça… ni pedo, de cualquier manera, Brozo, chingas a tu madre.

The color of Cross–Media Tangents — Segunda entrada

Sabbatical Day Nº 8
Tuesday, January 9th, 2018

Because, Baby, as the whole Wide World Knows: it was the French who invented the In-and-Out; and_You–know—that! Y_es–por–eso—que, “that’s what a hamburger, —is all about.”  Nevermind, about that double whopper

and please,
Don’t forget —The Onion.

[Voz de hombre:
Jeff Goldblum, or whoever dubs his voice in the Spanish versions of his movies].

We know return to:

Hamburgers in paradise

[Woman’s voice: Sarah Silverman]   — El staff de asegovia3 les estaba comentando en la entrada de ayer de que, “lo bueno de este blog” es de que don Guillermo del Toro no lo visita… o algo así. }-~–~\•>  Californian Burger joint menu (invented by the French, of course) is brought to you by John 3:16; source: the bottom of the disposableHoly Grails” at chez In–N–Out, the best cheeseburgers West of The Rockies, and apparently now even in some parts of Texas.

[Man’s Voice
ChefGoldblum].

… because if “Memo” would drop by, then it’s safe to say that the next time that the Award Winning réalisateur visits Paris, in the Winter time, it would be a given that he would be standing in line à la côte deAu Pied du Cochon“; 75001, if only to confirm the exceptional taste of the daily food servings at chez La Soupe Saint–Estauche. Check it out, the staff already mentioned it before on another post, but here it goes one more: the benevolent at Saint–Estauche offer a three piece meal, with dessert included, which BTW features some of the best tasting [and generous] portions of food for anyone who shows up for supper, the street feast starts at around 19h30ish CET on the West End Façade Columns of the church that meet with la Rue du Jour. Their logistics permit for a nightly accomodation of around 250/300 meals, and in addition, the good folks volunteering there are nice enough to send every Eater off into the night with a bag of goodies for when, you know, the munchies strike; no questions asked. In France, ladies and gentlemen this is one of the Original, “come as you are” joints.

Next on France 24 “Southern California Edition”, live from Calabazas, California, it’s another episode of: Did You Know That It Was The French… in this segment, The French invent the In–N–Out. Guest Starring: Guillermo del Toro. }–~—~\•> Fair use of all travel critique guides.

Last night’s menu included: SOPA DE CALABAZA DE INVIERNO (butternut squash) con trocitos de Tofú; ESTOFADO DE FÍLETE DE PESCADO con laurel y otras especias; ENSALADA; panecillos y pastelitos; café, and I SHIT–YOU–NOT Willy Boy, una rebanadita de queso que al principio pensé que era Reblochon, pero no, el pedacito resulto ser de otra variedad; y ya ve áste marchantito que aquí, De–Variedad, hay de sobra… anygüey, la rebanada era algo asi como un queso tipo Asadero, del que se vende en barras allá en los supermercados del Sur de California, no como los queso Asadero de Villa Ahumada, allá en la ruta de asfalto que conecta a Ciudad Juárez con la ciudad de Chihuahuita… y en dónde por orden del sindicato de queseros y asociados, los queso asadero solamente se pueden montar —única y exclusivamente— en tortilla de harina, y por eso, don Memo, pues, por eso a lo mejor esos queso Asadero son otra cosa. Sin embargo, la rajita del queso de anoche, pues, esa don Memo, esa iría mejor con tortilla de maíz; que anoche, como a muchos mexicanos viera áste como se me antojarón… anygüey, don Memo; no me haga usted caso porque como todo /r/Mexico ya lo sabe, LAS QUESADILLAS SÍ LLEVAN QUESO. Aunque eso, pues, eso es algo que los chilangos nunca comprenderán: que las quesadillas, mi cuate, pues sí llevan queso… en las salchichas, don Memo, el queso es opcional.

… but speaking of gold related blooms, you know, like the Winter Butternut Squash, did you know that it was the French who invented Calabazas and the In–N–Out? –•—!—•– Fair use of some Aussi guy, and Jeff Goldblum’s gut-truck.

Now [the staff] are not saying that he, —don del Toro— does*, but according to an alleged Twit sent out from his account after a celebrated awards show, Sr. del Toro had to munch–out his cravings for the staff’s California version of Les Madeleines de Madame Bovary… or something like that at a Celebrated burger joint; now, the staff ain’t saying that he does*, but Mr. del Toro’s alledged twit sure–as–fuck  reververates like an Echo Chamber, from a previous post, from this non–consequential blog through “them” drive-thrus, —literally.

*  … the staff ain’t saying that he visits this most non–consequential blog.


… I’m doing a project that I have to be secretive about but there is some thematic tie-in to this.

“Chef” Goldblum,
via: EATER dot COM https://www.eater.com/2017/4/26/15433864/jeff-goldblum-food-truck

1. Morabito, G., “Oh Hey, Why Is Jeff Goldblum Working at an Australian Sausage Truck?”, c. April 2017: https://www.eater.com/2017/4/26/15433864/jeff-goldblum-food-truck

2. FernandoMol; vía La página de arranque del Internet: https://www.reddit.com/r/mexico/comments/7oyegd/as%C3%AD_celebra_guillermo_su_globo_de_oro_provechito/

3. Florentin, B., “Comme Chez In–N–Out”, via, some << trip company >>, or something like that: https://www.tripadvisor.fr/ShowUserReviews-g187147-d7257518-r314983942-Burger_and_Fries-Paris_Ile_de_France.html

4. Snopes dot Com; In–N–Out “Holy Grail” reference: https://www.snopes.com/business/alliance/inandout.asp

[Woman’s voice
Sarah Silverman].

When asegovia3 returns:

[Man’s voice: Jeff Goldblum] — Just what in the world is a Cross–Media Tangent, anyway?… take out your Baldor Bible, and turn to the gospel of Differential Calculus… fair use of all wikis.

TimeStamp: High–noon in Central Europe Time.

The color of CROSS-MEDIA Tangents — Hamburgers in Paradise

“La gente siempre me anda preguntando: Sr. Goldblum, ¿cómo pronuncía usted su nombre…? y yo siempre les respondo, ¿cómo te atreves a dirigirme la palabra?.”

Hello:

today is
Sabbatical Day Nº 7,
it’s a Monday in January, the 8th of 2018
and the good thing about this blog:
is that Mr. del Toro, no lo lee.

Gold Related Context Follows… so stick around


Sources follow as well.