Tag Archives: Maud Gatel — Assemblée Nationale 2024

Over at the National Council of Negro Wimmin’ on msnbc it’s: La Vache

It’s good for your stomach and your vientre won’t notice… but seriously, Katty Phangs, “where are all the Yello’ heifers at?”.

Metal Works

Milk… it does a body good.

Sponsored by Thomas El Corbillon’s Heavy Metal jazz lounge.

Livin’ La Puta Vida Loca … got milk?

Where’s the beef?

And, Alicia Menendez, never mind Ricky Martin, Ike Pappas is the only lactose intolerant in Parador City and that’s why he used Rum to moisten his corn flakes with South American bananas, and then he properly snorted his Coke®️

The Stripes on the Tile, and CNEWS matin, Fuck You Too

El bless Satan, Isra°El, Isra°El, ra, ra, ra⚡ now show Mí yer’ titties, Miriam.

In local news, it’s the Smallest Violoncelle de Marseille in the hands of Juanito Guanabacoa and El servicio exterior mexicano en La Rue des Victoires (75002), sector Fabrique de La Solidarité with Mayor Bass from El-Ey, period!

Musical soundtrack original, as in the original sin is being sponsored by Jean-Baptiste Urbain at Musique Matin³.

Behold, Israel stole the falafels Ewe’all.

 

🍸… and Mme. Representative Maud Gatel, el próximo diablo es de usted, Ra Is brought to you by NARCO.

So I buried a Blond French Beggar Bastard at La Bagagrie

“Just the facts, ma’am, just the facts”.

Homer was a French Clochard at Pont Neuf.

Intermission with 🎹 Entertainer
… and
The Tramp

In appréciation for all that Pastrami on rye. Thank Ewe, French Bastards.

Let’s call it what it is or rather, what it was, The Bastard was a Mendiant, and that French Blond was in fact “sitting on a corn flake”, and Eye swears that he was not making that shit up, but sources close to the Haskell Clan from KTLA assure the Telemundo broad that the NBC crew ate that shit up!

So where is the Mendiant buried now?

I inserted that fucker underneath the Landing just where the final Riser meets the final Soffit. It was a perfect fit.

The Shuttle Left and The Loop quartiers de Paris… and Mayor Bass, if you want to get IDEAS on how to bring « business » to the Downtown L.A. during the 2027 Olympics, just ask The Westfield Clan, heck they Even brought in HOMER’S favorite treat and, BASTARDIZED that French croissant 🥐 into a French doughnut, why even Franglish is all the rage.

The top of the stairs next to heater number 8 seemed the perfect place to stick that unmissable bum. It’s where Representative Gatel from the Left Bank would have wanted that ex-Jacobin buried at, Father James would most certainly not object to D.A.T., period!

But why?

Because that French Bastard was a Dominican, the Almonds gave that fucker away, so Öüï had to put the Beggar at the top of the stairs, that’s where the Albino cockroaches celebrated mass.

VOSTFranglish, subtitles provided by Stupid A.I., period!

And besides, that Blond French Mendiant Bastard was known to frequent The URSULITES, and those bitches sent our man ♂️ Vrbanvs Granderivs (Urbain Grandier, if youse not into Latin), in Loudun Town, to burn at The Stake, a known disco inferno joint where Cardinal Richelieu had his couch sessions with Mother Superior, Jeanne des Agnès and The Sisters of Mercy. Trou  🕳️ Story.

The Year of The Bass on Hidalgo’s Grounds

On The Menu
Pilchards de La Mancha
Tripe Sausage with Risotto
chouquette with vanilla fudge
Fromage frais
… and a name-brand Cola

The Year of The Bass on Hidalgo’s grounds.

 

It’s Ten a.m.in Paris, France, and Petra is watching 🎬 Superman fait son Cinéma at The Oscar Chávez Award Show, meanwhile at the 93, my niggas in Paris are dropping The Bass, with Public Enemy and The Killer B’s.

All The Meals that fit.

 

Ladies in Gemini, we apologized for last night’s interruption of The José James carte des talents on the Fip Siren Show, sources close to Semolina Pilchard Relay that a band of Hollywood Vampires led by a Josh Haskell, the Telemundo 🚺 chick and, the NBC 🦃 crew kicked José James thinking that the Chicago fan was a Hari Krishna freaq. on the 📻 Seine-Saint-Denis dial of La Légion d’honneur.

In any tin can sealed, when it comes to fish, and the 🐟 friends of fish Öüï are always near so grab Yer’ nets 🕸️ and meet Mí at the top O’spaghetti after that little siesta on a Corn Flake under the A-86.

But FO’ist, let The Border Patrol know, that a friend of Pancho Villa eating burritos 🌯🌯🌯 at la avenida Revolución in Tijuana 🇲🇽  on his way to the I-95 via the I-10 from L.A., is off-course, —a friend of ours.

And Mme. Gatel, this is where Eye Will introduce you to Sophie 🛼  Fofie and Socorrito 💃 Braveheart à La plus belle Bagagerie de clochardland en Rivoli.

In the same inning, at the Seventh Inning Stretch, Nuestra Señora de Los Ángeles, Madame Bass will explain to representative Gatel that InDeed, not only can Öüï play Centerfield, but Eye can also play Shortstop in San Pedro ⚾ Macori en La República Dominicana…. goooooo, Dodgers.

 

And introducing, from Los Angeles, California, Mayor Karen Bass

Paris, France_ Los Angeles Mayor, Karen Bass visited Mains Libres terroir at Là Fabriqué de La Solidarité at the Notre Dame des Victoires to talk among other things, the homeless strategies for The Olympics in 2027, as she explained, and just to be ready for 2028.

You see what I’m talking about, Snoop Dogg? I Love L.A., and that is why you need me as your motherfucking lookout at Là rue de Rivoli.

More on that at 7 O’Clock in civilian time, up until then it’s just another Wo’ik in Progress, stick around, the Three Stooges are up.

In the mean time, our next segment in the programming will present to Ewe’ol, Sophie Fofie, only on The Twilight Zone. Sophie will take us back to Martin Luther Jr. Day and heater nº 8, where locker nº15 sowed his oats with Représentative Gatel.

Look ‘ma… Eye can surf!

… any how, a friend of the devil is a friend of mine, but a friend of José is a brother of U.S., period!

Diacritic accent is optional.

Cantares… Alicia Leos re-visited (Enter los muertos³)

³~. Attention CAMP, to They is the last day to submit your Mexican Co-optation CERFA forms for NadieSh’da Mexican They of the Dead.

Aquí en París como en La India y La China, la corrupción es más Soph°IS°tica—duh! — y por eso: Yes, corruption… We Knew This is, is, is, is, si!

… caminante no hay camino, la corrupción en Cité made sure of that.

February 29, 2024 — Freedom of ’76

… and now, the rest of the story:

From the creators of Jimmy Buffett’s piña coladas, comes the story of Waylon Jennings tacos de perro in Tijuana, only on Morning Joe.

That’s what We get for listening to Rachel Maddow, now Enjoy Your Hamburgers in Paradise, 75004.

In Local news, the Russian protectorate section of Moldova 🇲🇩, a country close to the Poisson extended-family in The French 🇨🇵 Antilles³ just invoked (overnight) Vladimir’s Oligarch’s protection, and in Poland, The Salon de l’Agriculture in Varsovie just fell for the Nazi-Slovak-Russian tactic of 1938, giving Ambassador Brzezinski there, a bone to chew on… and Rachel Maddow, try this Indian tortilla 🫓 for size, the Russian front just got a shipment of Nan-cheese to go with their rations, this is going to make for an interesting antipasti of small chunks of meets³ given the Spanish tapas that are currently joining The International Foreign Legion for The Ukraine side of the trench.

³~. As in Cold Cuts, Shredded Meats encountering each other; Eye doubts that there will be any Duck and Chicken on that D.A.R.E. tray, on account that part of the poultry is in Sri Lanka and the rest of the  other coop is under Marianne sweet bussom (jugs).

Meanwhile at the Apolline de Malesherbes Show on BFM’er TV, my favorite Frog, Dominique de Villepin just made the rounds to revisit his 2001 intervention against sending the French Foreign Legion, let alone French nationals, to die in Crimean Peninsula… that’s what the P.I.G.S. are for.

Page Tú, if I was the Devil…

Knock, knock… Who’s there? — Al… Al Who? — Al Ah Bama… Psykes.

 

Let’s take a Trip to Australia, it’s down 👇 under and that’s the way to get into Hell, but you know what Negrita, Eye knows a quicker route and that’s through México, because there’s No God in Tamaulipas all the way to Tee-Jay, güey.

Our first stop is Ensenada where President Joseph R. Biden and nigger-shoe peddler Donald Trump are stuck in a cabaña hut 🛖 full of bananas and coke.

But first, Öüï switch, It!, over to Chicago where a federal judge just danced El Pasito duranguense with Donald Trump and that motherfucker (nº 45, not the federal judge) is off of the General Election ballot in Ill y Noize, across the Bluegrass and beyond Churchill Downs, Senator Mitch McConnell just stepped down from his High Horse and is Leader no more.

For context, we return to Martin Luther King’s 2024 Edition when our multifaceted staff updated this most non-consequential blog’s take on France’s most consequential present-danger, which according to a member of the French Foreign Affairs Commission is, off-course a Russian Winter, —again.

Tequila Sunrise — Quattro Fromaggi, and because there is nothing artificial about Mí, this is in fact a time-delayed entry, not an Intelligence on the spot.

Meanwhile at Saint Merry, Nadiesha updated their butt plugs, or their bio, or something like that.

Joe Scarborough sabotaged the 2016 Election

Bureaucratic killings? Use a CERFA³ form for that.

Previously on the Buzzfeed de France… Élitistes Exquisitos.

 

³~. https ://www .connexionfrance .com /article /Practical /Where-does-term-cerfa-come-from

The evidence? You can’t handle La Juventud Bolivariana de Venezuela at the Unesco Siege in Paris, France. And, for the record, Willie Geist, play it again and save this post for your annotated bibliography, you son of a bitch!

For the record, Madame Representative Maud Gatel 🇲🇫, your colleague at the Florida house of carpet-baggers in Congress could not stand that an independent Mexican-Amercan revealed (in real-time) to his then mistress, Mika Brzezinski, Donald Trump’s campaign playbook.

La hornilla le reclama a la parrilla… Stove-top politics.

 

And just to circle back to BRONTIS (Officer Bruno) and Stephanie Menou at The Préfecture, it is actually A MATTER of OFFICIAL cerfa-forms that part of the things that I (Armando Segovia) was documenting including DISINFORMATION, was the new prototypes (PEGASUS) and protocols (Artificial Intelligence) that would usher in a new fascist front for the roaring twenties of the 21st Century.

Note to The C I.A., at the time, as you cocksuckers know, I (Armando Segovia) ignored, just like The Fast and Furious gun walking program, the names “PEGASUS” and that of Artificial Intelligence, but you know what Reverend Al Sharpton, I knew the ingredients of those dishes before the Chef at The New York Times published them for the World of Morning Joe to report.

One last thing before I blow my nose, Dr. Johanne Poisson wrote about this in a correspondence to MARIANNE at Cité in 2014, arguing in favor of my claim, but that’s history now, which is to say… 🎶 Ewe never trust a big butt and a smile (with a French trust fund and a L’Oreal research grant).

Señor, Raphaël Morán at Mediapart in front of La Adelita Restaurant in Saint-Antoine in Paris, France, lo invito a vender, “el árbol que Queda en la arboleda de La Verdad » … y que chingue a su madre su Amigo, Pablo Gleason 🗑️.

Mocedades, y para la bitácora: todos los hijos y las hijas de “La Otra España”, somos hijos de La Chingada, and it is not exclusive to Pablo Gleason and his Mexican entourage en MediaPart 🗞️💥.

P.S… and Congressman Scarborough, keep supporting your international Russian inteligentsia in 2024, and enjoy the new Baseball Uniforms…. heck, even Katty Kay can see through that sheer-see-through fabric. Gooooood, Dodgers ⚾.

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Buying bread from a man in Brussels — Getting conned with the cones, the Gall, France! The Gall.

 

³~. Rendimiento³, not to be confused with its HOMOGRAPHS in Spain, cansancio, sumisión o, subordinación, or with its SYNONYM, rédito in Adviivka, Ukraine, where Volodymyr Zelensky just surrender all of WESTERN-style democracy to Tucker Carlson and a little short Puto, named appropriately Putin.  

Domingo de Ramos follows, but First, Alicia is Having a Bad hair They in Rio, but not in Brasil  —in el malecón de El Bravo.

 

With that out of the güey, Öüï now return to our previous programming where Shinny turns into a verb and proceeds to climb in an awkward manner, literally, but don’t take my word for, IT!… just head over to the Mexican side of the Texas border to see a crippled Phuck³ climb up the Confederacy pole.

³~. Not to be mixed with a puck, because that’s a different weight, shape, and form.

Mussita, all the pills that fit into a Steele Dossier, pick one 🔵 or 🔴.

Note to editors at Canal R{e}D in Madrid, and the motherfuckers at Puck News in Washington, D.C.:

Down Under it’s Men At Work.

The following is a test of The Emergency Viejas Feas BROADcast System. This is only a TEST.

Nevermind The SIMS … here comes Guy

A tale of two cities and Shiny Happy Canadians… what’s the difference?

Free City, desde El Cerro de La Silla, se deVisa una encuerada cuando empieza a°MA°necer.

Let’s begin in Monter°Rey where a street art mural criticizing “la poesía naranja” of TESLA’s takeover for the title of undisputed polluter, “verdad de Dios que sí,” was painted-over in white*, as a noun, the so-called “Regal city” SHINES a light at the dissonant headlights of Elon’s Teslas and the environmental issues that plague Tatiana Clouthier’s carbon industry strong-hold.

México S.A. de Capital Privado

Shiny Happy Pucks… and Mme, Gatel, after the break, it’s Overkill, and then I promise to finish that dang-on email that I promised Mains Libres (LOi de 1901).

 

With el sujeto d’arriva² in mind, the reason why Shiny Happy Canadians are ecstatic on their roller 🛼 skates at The Macro Plaza, is on account of a friendly match of Shinny. And sources close to the silver mining ⛏️ industry relay that Aluminium and Steel tariffs can only bring a warm fuzzy to Quebec and British Columbia plants 🏭 and smelters.

In local BROAD-casts

Hoy no hubo pipi, puro cambio de sostén.

Now few people’s name in the Whole Wide World of Sports can brag about having all of the vowels inscribed on their NOMENCLATURE, especially when it comes to the game of Shinny, if your employer pays for all of THE PUCK and all of the NEWS that stick 🏒.

Jump to Page Tú, where Guy from FREE CITY meets Otto from EL EY.