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Los Invasores de Nuevo León Celebran A Los Cuates de Sinaloa en París, Francia

¡morena-francia y Georgina Moreno invitan!

Tailor-fitted Fuero for THE FRACKINGLY INSANE in fRANCE.

🚂… Ja, ja-ay
¡Y échele, mis Rieleros!
¡Qué bárbaros!
Pos, ¿qué no?
¡Claro que sí!,

Raphaël Morán alterna con “LOS TERRIBLES del FRACKING”.

… mention the name VILMA FUENTES de La Jornada y reciban una Buchanan’s Buchona de Nicolas.

6 FACTS ABOUT BUCHANAN’S THAT YOU DIDN’T KNOW

 

1. En Europa no hay buchonas… Buchanan’s brand is not sold at “corner stores” East of The Atlantic.

Puro Corazón 🤠

 

2. Contrary to what “los amigos de Jorge Harmodio en la –ñ–”, or même the “chicanos de Évry en Paris-Saclay” might spew out from the hollow “buches” of the French coq that they-so-love to choke on… the slang terminology “buchon/buchona” is not related to the clothes and accessories that los “Chalinillos³” de David Guetta wear when they are striking poses and drinking Buchanan’s for the sake of France.

 

3. “Y como el viejo decía : si los Brandys se hicieran fácilmente, cualquiera…” se mofaría de Steinbeck’s “Grapes of Wrath” and the PHYLLOXERA PLAGUE, which like ANTHRAX, obliterated Louis Pasteur at Howard Johnson’s Ice Cream Parlor in Rockridge.

 

4.

The Right Answer.

 

5. Yada

… Single Malt, porfis.

 

6. Yada 🥃

In memory of Gary Webb — Los Super Capos

Dark Alliance : Season in Hell ; Episode Three

When morena Pigs drill — “Yo no busco, encuentro!” Pablo Picasso is said to have utter them words there, not sure if Picasso was “finding¹” things or, affirming that he hated meetings²… irregardless, Eye is still commemorating Paul McCartney’s opportunity to write about Devil’s Island and to drink to Pablo Picasso’s health on the madrugada* that Pablo Picasso went to sleep and never woke up.

En•con•trar

¹~. Transitive verb.
²~. Phrasal verb

Let Mí Tell Ewe, how it will be : TAXMAN

 

*~. Three o’Clock in the mo’ning.

https ://www .grillada-libre . com / el-retorno-del-verguillas-d’ANAPRA

…

🎶 Évry-body knows that the dice are loaded

Pump Up The Volume because on the menu it’s Gumbo a base de cola 🪗 de sirenas.

Évry-body knows — Las Delicias del Poder

 

Ai’ght now, pay attention now ‘cus Öüï’s going to Riverside on the San Brdo. side of La Road to Cucamonga con escala en el Rancho Moreno, any 🦉 hoot, Évry-body knows that Pedro y Pablo eran hermanos, but Mí will get to that camioneta negra³ after touching base with Puebla de Zaragoza vía Chicago… sin olvidar San Luís Río Colorado, como lo hizo “un matutino” on the Indio side of Riverside.

³~. Or was that camioneta 🛻 ‘grey’ con Placas de Guadalajara… who could know? Knot Mí, maybe Charlotte Bibring knows, she’s drunk like a piano—knot Mí… ask Stephanie Daniel (she’s our 💉 héroïne 🪡  for today).

Los Super Capos, Season in The Abyss : Épisode Tú. Synopsis : the producers plasman como Dr. Trump is to Jesus Christ like Dr. Dre is to the field of Medicine.

Previously on “Los Super Capos”, Homelander was about to celebrate Cinco de Mayo weekend in Ivry, not Èvry.

Now, SIREM y ARAM are probably wondering right about now “que vela 🕯️ tienen ellos que ver” en este episodio, on account that they are not even brothers, and they certainly don’t drive a fucking “furgoneta noir” vers la bendita Sorbonne de la economía nuestra de cada día. Eye says don’t worry about it by the time that Öüï hits Redlands, Riverside will be in the back of my rearview mirror as i (Armando Segovia) hits Corona.

 

Brussel sprouts are Évil

“Schindler’s List is not The Shoah”, and I am not a Chicano, bay-bee!

Over in Pennsylvania, George’s Méliès walks into an attic, hilarity ensues when “Gugusse and the Automaton” are watching the Dark Side of Pink Floyd.

In this section, Eye is going to head on over to Évry, where the S.L.A.M.³ there has nothing to do with “la Culture Rapide ” de Belleville, and a lot with Cine-Narco and a thing that “La India María” calls « la transTEXTualisación » de los pochos en El Chamizal, ese.

Los Super Capos (1998)

… pero sí, Marjolena Portier-Kaltenbach, if you want to learn who Ewe are, don’t read that—R.E.A.D. this because this is the “heavy-heavy” Narco sound.

 

³~. Synergies Langues Arts et Musique de l’université d’Evry-Saclay, vía Brigitte Gauthier, she runs the “réfugiés transmédia” of the S.C.R.I.P.T. there.

En fin, here’s tomorrow’s news NOW.

The Simpson-ification of Télématin… blame it on Harry.

Deer, Jonathan Martin, enjoy your Cracker Barrel Elite…

Fuck the Israel-USA alliance, pass the biscuits…

And, Jackie Alemany, wait for it—wait, but for the record, please relay to Mika that this 36-hour shit show took but two minutes to write, not counting the auto-correct cockblocks.

Beef motherfucker, that’s for dinner…
y como dijo David Bowie,
“i got Drama, can’t be stolen”

Eslabón por eslabón 🔗

Now, in case your French-ass’ been away from The Equinox at Issy-les-Moulineaux, La Palmier 🌴 es un lugar para NARCOS (wearing Wannabee). Normally, the Mexican dates are reserved for SEPTEMBER, do Ewe Remember, Alicia Leos? Or are you MILES away from Don Porfirio’s place in Paname? However, coming this May, La Tropa Loca de la embajada de México en Longchamps va a incursionar en Don Napo’s III Place.

Aunque usted, no lo crea.

Up next, Birds on A Wire and a bunch of GITANOS

The good thing about this most non-consequential blog is that my girlfriend (Dom La Nena) doesn’t read it at all, atoll France, a toll 🫴🏼

Funámbulos on a wire, followed by Mamá Romina y su conjunto Tángazo.

 

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /la-matinale-avec-birds-on-a-wire-chansons-ardentes

Any 🦉 hoot, unlike other clowns in Russia, who were mostly Italian or (wo’ist) French, or came from unrefined Yiddish balaganisms, the Durovs much like ROBIN of LOCKSLEY in Rosbiflandia (🇬🇧) could express themselves in crisp, articulate Russian.

Robin Hood: I’ve come to warn you that if you do not stop levying these evil taxes, I shall lead the good people of England in a revolt against you.

Prince John: And why should the people listen to you?

Entonces, Marjolena Portenkalten-Nena… Eye has it on good authority to relay to the Letter ‘N’ across La France, that los PiPoPes de la Sierra have grown the balls, France—THE BALLS!!! To Invade Issy-les-Moulineaux on Cinco de Mayo weekend.

Robin Hood: Because, unlike some other Robin Hoods, I can speak with an English accent.

[referring to the then-recent blockbuster Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, in which Kevin Costner played the role with an American accent]

De cualquier manera Marjo, Mike Patton of “I Can’t Believe Eye has Faith no More’ fame wants to know if it’s Ever-Way-Too Early to listen to Birds on A Wire, sources close to South Street Lounge in New York City relay that like a good whiskey, it’s never too early for “La Nena”, heck! Some even have Dom, but you would never call a Mimosa, “champagne”, not before 09h in any-given-time zone

 

And if you are new to this most non-consequential blog, Welcome! And before you go and get yourself lost (in translation) en las gradas del gran circo, please be advised that if you translate this blog using an online translator, any and all of #Em, you are going to get nothing but Yiddish balaganisms and Caló gobbledygook.

Additionally, the running-time for the final edit for copy is 36 hours, not the faggety 24h that mainstream propaganda propagates and proliferates on the nEwS. In other words, the whiskey spoken at 6 in the morning is/has not even aged long enough to capture the context of 01h or Three in the mo’ning near or about Châtelet.