¡Ya lo tengo Futuro Pelo!!! I know why there is a Paris, Texas. Eye Dew, I do.

Roll Over Beto Ben.

It’s only bad Rock and Roll, but meh 😕, Country Music is just French Rock and Roll… on a Miss y Sippy River Boat queen from the Crazy Horse, or the Lido.

Pleased to Meet You, ¿Callas or is that your Last (known) Name?

Issy, fip . fr, I know you saw who stole my 20 Euros, (€) you don’t need to have that note 🎵 returned to Mí, consider, IT!, the admission 🎟️ ticket to see to witness French Culture go the way of Marcel Marceau on the cover of a Rosecrans Baldwin paperback writer, tome.

But first, chingue a su madre³, Juanito Guanavacoa, but he gets credit for dropping his lame-ass blues intro on RFPP . net, for a Colombian version of “ya te cayó el veinte”.

³~. Todos los mexicanos y mexicanas somos hijos e hijas de La Chingada—tu puta madre, cabrón

Anyhow, Pablo Torre, after the next headline, I’ll try to circle your Asian ass into the Mexico news thing that I have going here for the benefit of Juanito Guanavacoa’s son, and Canada, of course.

For the record, la policía federal mexicana nunca se encuentra a nadie por casualidad, Jamás! Mexican Gestapo crooked federal cops always have their eye on the target 🎯. Even French fagetty astronauts.

Sophie Velasco is on Second, with I-ran on La Grenelle, and that’s all I have, today’s guest on the Juanito Guanavacoa’s Show will some day look back on their collaborations with “Juan”, and fuck I don’t know, I am only the stupid little messenger.

Now have your C.A.F. award those purse-snatching fellows full R.S.A. and a furnished studio somewhere along Haussmann Boulevard. Clap, clap, clap 👏🏼.

Un aplauso también a Hamas for getting in-Synch with this week’s theme and liberating TWO Filipino hostages, aguacate 🥑 farmers no less.