Pg. 17 Les Fils du Vent — and “a closer look”

Sumario, pg. 140, “Tout* ce que l’on peut faire en compagnie des CheVaux”; ediciones NATHAN.

Claire Lefebvre, en Gründ; 2005, “1000 infos les chevaux”, de Marion Curry .:. ACC4C9F6-7C17-45AC-A06F-48B9D8EC648A ➿ Es, ciertamente, John Mill Ackerman, lo que tu suegro (Q.E.Paz D.) llamaría « una chicanada », aquí en la OCDE.

*Todo, menos la charreada. Incluso, el capítulo que trata sobre las actividades que se pueden hacer con un caballo (o una yegua si eres LatinX) arranca con una proclamación disfrazada de contenido advirtiendo quiénes son la autoridad que controla dichas actividades.

AnyHOW, Rachel Maddow, the good Milton Freidman fans at BFM’er TV probably think that our triangulation in TechNiColor is about la tal Perrine Storme or about La Caballera* del Zodíaco, knot knowing that Hamburgers in Paradise is just around the corner just before… Wait for IT!, wait… SEMINARY SCHOOL au Molineaux. Now unless you are aware of where all of the Saint Sulpice minor league training camp Padres come from you’ll miss out on the Mystery of Willie Geist being a big “Big” fan of Los Molineros de Issy, which are the Satélite equivalent of VERO BEACH for the San Diego PADRES in the Catholic Church.

Ladies in Gemini… the presidential medal of freedom*

When Jimmy Buffet met Ziggy they had “HAMBURGERS in Paradise.” IN•Deed, Rachel Maddow, indeed .:. 6E2CEF48-02CB-4367-8F74-D9F46EB433A5 .:. Big Fernand was hiring at the time and, this is IMPORTANT for the JACK DORSEY crowd, Jacques Higelin (a French singer) was being asked by a Seine Siren if Öüï was an outlaw? Higelin’s answer was of course, “J’espère”, or Something like, does the Sun sets on a Hypercube à La Défense?

Oh, hey Hallie Jackson! i didn’t realize that you support your local Latin X community… well, nobody’s perfect. Survey here says Öüï still dig your waves.

* football… Anyhow, congratulations to Alabama, you guys are the Champions, (in the TROU sense of what Freddy Mercury meant to imply with that song when Queen rocked you) but before Trump gets to his border waltz rendez-vous, do take a closer look at those WaterBurger Eyes:

Lomo de búfalo bufado… Öüï didn’t kill the cow… pero “tanto peca él (o LA) que mata la vaca, como aquéllos/ellas que le agarraron la pata”.

 Bullit¹ Proofing a story for Zita Arrocha at the Cotton Hall on The UTEP Campus, right there at the Sam Donaldson underground bunker. Pura Vida, profe, ¡pura Vida!

OLD GANNETT known News for dummies: https ://eu. usatoday .com /story /news /politics /onpolitics /2018/02/27 /house-members-can-charge-taxpayers-bulletproof-vests-guards /379469002/

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1. Steve McQueening an independent story that began to unravel at The Sun Bowl. Now, if you are wondering what The Loué 24-Hour Le Mans pilot is doing here, know that if The El Paso Times would have covered Ciudad Juarez, Chihuahua in 2005, when the “shit hit the fan” then doña Kate would have learnt from QUINTANA-Woodstock that Next To where FRANK Sinatra got his “quicky divorce” (just across the Santa FE Bridge) casi esquina con la Calle Stanton y Laboratorios Camacho, en El Paso, Steve McQueen smoked his last FAROS in a clinic that is no longer D.A.R.E. in Ciudad Juarez

This has BEAN: gerundiando la noticia, con Steve McQueen.

Previously on, “Las pencas nuevas etched in Stone »

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Veinte para las once de la mañana .:. 1822A77C-60D4-48AF-9E5A-B2B58FA93F1A 🎠 Hello, Sir, please don’t look at Mí like that, it is knotting personal, the comparative análisis in the form of a dissected hypercube  it is nothing more than support material for the short-lived (twice in a decade) AÑO DE MÉXICO EN FRANCIA (MMXI)… Yeah, Buddy!

_yada, follows, but FO’ist! Abstract Capitalism on Morning Joe. In•deed, and oh-but-¥es, it’s a “They That Will Leave in Infamy” and to celebrate, Col. Kurtz is going to slaughter a WaWa buffalo with a wooden shaft using Old Glory as flight… if you know your 🎯.

Deer, Nicole… if you got a job after 43, i am sure that McEnany will be a firebrand somewhere in the Call-sign soup 🐃 34ACCBBC-8048-4C8D-BBBD-D3D2541E2C2D 🇺🇸 So please, if HIStory of the u.s. has thought us ANY FUCKING thing Michael Beschloss, is that The U.S. even hired nazis in the name of advantage. ➿ I mean, let’s knot go too far from the Eye of The Needle and look at the big elephant in the Bush patriarchs who got away with supporting HENRY fucking Mustang®️ quest to install Hitler on I.C.E., eh… know what i mean, Brian Williams? And please, DO–dah_DO-dah do say hello to The Buzzfeed Ben man on The New York Times who wouldn’t you know it, brings me back to that day at the Unesco and the Mexican Mission at Air France, eh!!!


Digression inesperada:

I don’t want to be the one stepping on the dog’s tail, but… at 23h in EST, a self-proclaimed weekend weirdo known to shove dead hookers into his Mercedes trunk is framed right next to A.B. Stoddard, and oh DEER goD!!! An ugly Mexican is on the opposite track.

For those not tuning in, the weekend weirdo is Republican party operative Rick Wilson. Mr. Wilson came clean one morning on a popular morning show about his weekend outings to Las Vegas. The man is so difficult to look at, that the sumbitch makes a pimple on the scrotum look like a flower on a Donnie Deutsch Italian suit.


https ://www .msnbc .com /morning-joe /watch /rattner-abstract-art-driving-an-economic-crisis-99255365850

Anyhow, Mme. Hidalgo, i noticed that you’ve just sent your first (by my count) presidential exploratory dart; and WITT that in mind i most certainly hope que en su arsenal también se dote de buen humor.

📣 🧹🌂🥀🎤♟🔑🏒🥍🏏⛳️🗽…

🗣 ZILENSIO 🐃 🎥

Producciones “A qué le tiras” y Dardos cruzados…
En colaboración con “el sonido confiscado” del mexicano en el instituto; o algo así… [A]mi no me consta.
Presenta:

Ya Encontraron al hijo perdido de don Lupón

Synopsis:

A casual stroll on the Right Bank of the Bouquinists-es-es de París (casi esquina con el Pont Neuf) turns into an ‘ah, shit’ moment for a guy who rather look the other way, but he better knot.

yada goes here, mañana por El Mañana:

What day job, Sir?