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O’kbras, Carlos Salinas de O’Kbras

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uh-ah uh ah ah uh ah ah… You’ve been THUNDER STRUCK ⚡

In Local pubs, it’s FAKE in-dignation and champagne to drown las apariencias. 

Oblah Odin o’Valhalles de Normandy, —Batman!

https ://www .jornada .com .mx /notas /2023/03/17 /opinion /macron-affront-antidémocratique

Vilma Fuentes goes in-cognito en La Jornada, but Évry body can see her COL-ONIA Con-Desa péjorativisms criticizing the technocrats* that are about to install (or so it seems) France’s SIXTH REPUBLIC.

Previously on VOSTB ( Version Original sous-titres In Between).

Now then, as JUANITO GUANABACOA prepares his Sunday Show, and Sophie Velasco narrates her little fucking “cuentos”… now again, Eye tells Ewe that if you think that the ONLY thing! or, that the only tangent that a little ol’country called the Mexican United States has with ol’éIRE are the GLEASONS and that batallion that fought the ol’gringos en CHURUBUSCO, then you clearly have never heard about a man that was once as “un-mentionable” as St. Nic at a White House Easter Egg hunt.

*~. It doesn’t matter if these so-called “camarillas” are, as this week’s opinion column without the by-line at La Jornada, an affront en contra de CARLOS SALINAS de GORTARI¹, because you may trace doña Vilma’s indignation all the way back to the Mexican President that gave proceso magazine’s correspondent in France, Anne-Marie Mergier, her first break in the 1950’s, or maybe it was them “Indignez-vous” Sixties, which as I have mentioned a time or two before, I HAPPEN TO HATE, starting with those fucking TAX-Evading RUTLES!

North – South corridor of Renard… and Cousin Joe, are foxes Irish?

 

It was part of the curse that The Saint Patrick Battalion en el estado de Cuernavaca brought durante el Segundo Imperio Francés. Some say that on this particular weekend, the French Foreign Legion forces deployed on the outskirts of Tecate, CALIFORNIA (hey, it’s 1847 and califas remains part of Santa Anna and check this out) got a leprechaun to fuck a goat and thus, El Chupacabras was spawned from the belly of an banshee on holiday, drunk on Carta Blancas en Calexico.

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There Ewe Go Again… JOE. You know, the Poles are talking.

Baby Blue’s out – Green Psaki gets a pass on at the peacock bar

… Over at the Ari Melver Show… It’s the men show

 

 

It’s the French thing to do… del árbol caído todos sacan leche

Previously on the Magnum_Media Part_LC-BFM’er-I experience on the Agencia de Noticias EFE…

TimeStamp{s}: 11h50 in CET outside of the Brancusi… 08°C, many ales followed; it’s the “Basse” de la bière … ale, manymany ale.

Check the Times Please.

19h27 in fip Central Time
Sweet Sixteen… by, JR Wells (1995).
Évry body is gettin’ some
it’s what the Gestapo would do.
And it was the Very French who invented La GESTAPO…
would you like Mí, to show you the plaque, Sirènes?

Which brings me, armando segovia, to the following, Mr. Patrick Zachmann, if that is even your reel-name!

Never mind the French Intelligence Services, Paris is a city of spies and snitches… would you like Mí to direct you to the Magazine at the Kiosko that sourced that comment?, because here Comes Xi Jinping China’s and their WEATHER ALTERING TECHNOLOGY; they just fucked the Quad-state area of John Cougar Mellencamp’s R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A… and ain’t that { the truth} America sin acento?

At the Place Saint-Opportune the big Elephant in the room is Melody Gardot and that is all that I am going to tell Kyle Eastwood.