Ladies and Gentleman: The President of The United States of America

Congratulations sir, you ALONE, did it.

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… Live from the White House garden, POTUS steps out from his bunker and true to his form Donald is one step closer to deploy the U.S. military (in addition to weekend warriors) onto American streets. Eye hate to invoke Debbie Downer, but the November General Election is in the bag.

Happy Monday!

Earlier in the programming, before the president deployed federally controlled horseback police forces on Washington D.C., Dr. Fauci said, “Hasta la Vista Baby” and moved to France. Naturally, the French welcomed the epidemiologist, but Dr. Fauci’s credentials could not be recognized, so with the help of the Pôle-Emploi (unemployment office) Dr. Fauci became mr. Fauci, underground rail network administrator (apprentice).

The Trade Files

The Trade Files… starring: Mr. Fauci .::. BE73ACDF-279D-4290-959D-72A8328A2708 👷🏻‍♂️context and, “the rest of the story” follows. —_•!•_— Meanwhile, in the United States of America, The Nation stopped focusing on a contagion that might reach 200,000 deaths by the END OF SUMMER.

Coming this Fall — Say, is that a watch on a leash?


Musical Guest:
Jimmy Smith(s)
The Tarahumaras Flotantes

Mientras tanto en San Pedro —Garza García— de R O M A, Harriet se sentía sola, y Zapata no podía creer lo que sus bigotes capturaban de la señal de la Comadre Tati, —chinGA_DAmadre!!!

Veinte después de hora, y no Lucy, no insistas porque ni con todos los diamantes como Oasis en SKY TV tocaré: Hoy No Hubo Jazz.

Live from Paris, this is the “Hoy no hubo Jazz” hour, brought to you by the guys who started a Watch Company.

Surprise Motherfucker, Eye’ve got the Time Tic Ticking in My Cabeza!

Anuncio: The Watch Company Guys
Jinggle: D’ya know who’s chaining your watch?

Right now it’s The MorJo Show.

Je suis un? Anyone?, pregunta el líder de los que conducen las pipas para suministrar combustible a los chilangos… y por eso, el Queso es indispensable en las quesadillas. Haga usted de cuenta como la sal lo es para prevenir el síndrome del “trumpismo tropisindical”

33 past the hour.

Meanwhile, over at Dante’s Al Dente(ist) Inferno, manazO and Doc Hollyday are in the middle of a heated exechange over Joe Pesci’s 1992 veredict on what that little wop would do to Sinéad’s (action) tearing of Infallibility.

Jefe… me vale pito lo que piense, lo que diga, o lo que deje de decir doña Tati, más allá de su chamba; porque aquí lo más importante es hacer un castcall para el rol de Las Mandíbulas de MANDIBULÍN para que ese cabrón mastique bien la cuestión del “Bastón”, o en su defecto, el chingado PALO de Mando (militar) a venir, según La Comadre Clouthier. •—!—*  … y recuerden: HOY NO HUBO JAZZ!!!

In walks a new patron. Her GIVEN name is America (sin acento) and she perished because of ‘consumption’, the disease of poverty, the Village People, said. Fucking virus was known to deplete even the biggest macho in any crowd. It was still a strand of TB, though, and so, bada–bing bad’a–bum, America (sin acento) meals card designated her ‘repas’ to this joint: Dante’s Al Dente(ist) Inferno.

40 past the hour.

And moebiu.x says:
PS: fammi sapere se servono musicisti a [sic] parigi!

“Say hello to my little friend!” said fetuccini Al, and it was as if a woodpecker was woodpecking short bursts of woodPeking Pain when he introduced the’saurus, which was not a synonym nor kin of the other SAURUS, called CARLOS ROMERO DESCHAMPS.

And the staff went:
Hoy no hubo Jazz, amig@,
but thank you fot the input…
but mostly amig@, THANK YOU for: