The year is 1979, and young Mika just got spooked by a cockroach (🪳), hilarity ensues when she spills the Rich People’s bean dip, which the French buy in Russia, and call caviar.
And, Katty Kay… is Cousin Joe mirroring my tactical chow position with that little table between Admiral Stradivarius and his big stupid pundit Flori🌸bama noggin?
Eye tell Ewe what, Jordan… Eye tells Ewe what Öüï are not going to talk about, JAMáS, jamás, Hamas.
Except for the interesting 🤔 mAgNeTism of an MAGNETIC Résonance Imaging, and Cousin Joe, you’ve seen my credentials and you can check with the Vocational Rehabilitation Ed’s Benefits at William Beaumont in Old El Paso, I actually took apart all kinds of medical diagnostic devices back when the Millennial clock-synchronization “trick” was a thing and these big-ticket gadgets included Nuclear, Magnetic, Computed Tomography, X-ray and Ultrasound to mention a few, so… either, HAMAS uses plastic machine guns, or the IDF is too stupid to plant evidence.
Now, if at the time, in 1999 the GEMS* had not had the the 1950’s IBM dress code, and instead worked with the Xerox™ laid-back (no tie required) uniform, I would probably be double-dipping a federal and Defense Industry retirement, instead, Cousin Joe, I am just watching the RSA and solidarity pay awardees “go round and round”.
*~. General Electric Medical Systems.
But Öüï sure is going to tell Mika where Eye is headed to, and that’s to Scarborough Castle, where Mí is going to look at a 45° angle to the unmarked grave of a very-very nice fellow who used charity and benevolence to get away with Benny Hill’s broads.
✍🏼 🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗 … Rock Lobster was a fag, sin celery, The Desert Locust.
But speaking about fags, Öüï
cought caught up with Moses and the ol’Patriarch spilled the beans on “eSe Corse, Martin.