Tag Archives: MOLOTOV

Entonces, Duncan Bridgeman… Los de Molotov : Obren³ A Su Madre

Les Inconnus y “el viejo gordo y feo” de Elenita Poniatowska… Issy—morena–francia, los de Molotov, “chinguen a su madre”.

You are not going to believe whose “bra and panties” the State of Guerrero used to honor “El Señor Gobernador” ; I can tell you that them “unmentionables” didn’t belong to Vilma Fuentes (pago-en-especie).

AMLO en fip . fr U2 motherfucker:

CFE³ et les barons du charbon à Coahuila : des contrats pour les mêmes vieux politiciens

Los Amigos de Pablo Gleason y El Gran Encuentro Cinematográfico Viva México (2011)… ¡PUTO!

I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax
I can’t sleep, ’cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me, I’m a real live wire

Psycho Killer by Les Inconnus

Durazo followed, and he was way worst than that “fat ugly guy”.

³~. La Commission fédérale d’électricité… Keyword : Manuel Bartlett Díaz

Issy-$ubieron-La_Mota… también el huachicol, but nevermind The Hollies, RAMÓN QUINTANA WOODSTOCK, because if you remember “La Maldita Vecindad y Los Hijos del Quinto Patio” then you know that Gerardo Belmont encapsulates ese GATOPARDISMO de la bendita “revolución mexicana” del BORDO MANIFESTA (2005~2010).

You Say You Want A Révolution?

Deer, “de la Soul” if that is even your wallet at El Segundo

“I been here before”, and I pity the fool who negates that Latin Jazz, and jazz… comes from Ah-Freak—Ah.

Mulatu Astatke

Good-bye to August.

Fuck you and the fip . fr — after party. Ewe cocksuckers remind me of the talent that graced Órbita 106.7 fm in Juárez, Mexico.

Hey, ha’Ya doin’?

For the record… Fuck you, at La Villette, Jazz is Dead3, bunch of national sport suckers 🐓… come next week these coq suckers are going to be on the streets like bums at the RSA 🎷🎺🎹🥁

Öüï the staff wood like, like would could — if a  would could Ever could — to disclose that Eye’ve just spent 17.5 h inside of the happiest place on Earth:

r/pussy

Entonces, señor Naja [IMER noticias], no es que no nos guste la lluvía, pero de cualquier manera, — ¡chinguén a su Madre!… No usted, sino las noticias.

Y aquí, le expresó por qué³: 

El Bongoro.

She insisted that Eye interact with them nipples. Don’t blame the messenger, just doing my job.

³.~. Porque ya lo expresé un chingo de veces.

With that in mind, now that the French are gone from your little happy tourist trap, WHAT DID YOU DO this Vacances.. did you get a pantalón y 30 pesos for yer’ cum?

A trade mark, of a cult organigramme, is to have IMER NOTICIAS to periquear AMLO’s message on LA HORA NACIONAL. !Viva Francia y sus pinches pobres del 106.7 fm!!!” IMER YUCATÁN… continuamos and for the record, it was Orbita’s DJ, Julio Guereka who said the part about “PRIMERO los pobres” not me (Armando Serrano~Prieto), further-more… CHINGUEN A SU MADRE LOS DE MOLOTOV³. Thanks for the double tickets for the show, but I don’t wanna go.

³~. Feliz Cumpleaños a William Briseño en Yucatán 92.9 fm… ya es 1 de septiembre.

… Freddy Cats en Montreuil (93) y sus pinches “Cholos Re-loaded”, guest star.

[ Infrastructure is missing ]

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This , 🔼 is a college degree.

Or, no pun intended… Got your subsuelo sold to a Canadian mine 👹.

A Closer Look… Soy, un perdedor. The Winner is: La Valentina

El Carnal de las estrellas de HAUSSMANN 🎩 in reel 🎥 time.

 

🎶 Forces of evil in a boNzo nightmare…

It’s another edition of “Miss Heard’s Lyrics” from The Mothership.

“Cut it…”,  it’s an “off-the-record” mouvement.

 

Soy sauce, it’s like an army without a compass. So, for all intents and purposes, right now it’s Primetime in Hilo, Hawaii, and 2011 in Famaºgusta, Chipre, and my 16 hundred horses have been delayed on their way to Havre, the same port from which Alexis Tocqueville, de Francia set sail from on it’s way to claim Democracy for General Phillipe Petin, or something along them stitches 🪡.

🥢 🥡 🥢

And, the chilaquiles just don’t care… because El sope está enºtoºmatadoº, pass La Valentina³

³~. So, in the times of “las lágrimas de perro” por pillo, Clemente 🐔 Jacques industrialized a salsa 🌶️ that those French motherfucker’s from the Great State of Delaware-sur-Potomac, baptized as Salsa 🕺🏽 Búfalo… it had a shelf-life, so by the Time that EL GATT 😼 entró en México, and all of the nuclear engineers emigrated to Los Ángeles, California, to become taxi drivers, or Robert Downey Junior’s, gardeners, there was only one thing that Sean Penn (that motherfucker) could do, The Stark Coffee Company diversified onto Clemente’s territory and introduced la salsa Valentina, it’s like Siriachia with no shelf-life, legend has it that OPPENHEIMER stole the recipe from a burrito vendor on the SET of {Fat Man} and {Little Boy} in San José de Las Panochas, Durango.

It’s been done before.

In Local Twitter® news:

Hear Ye’ — hear Ye’, the French Ambassador to México, the Excelentísimo señor Jean-Pierre Asvasadourian, or his Twitt Monkees, have muted my CONºVERSºATION tamaulipeca from his pretty-little Mexican 🌮 PROºPAºGanda 🥐.

What’s the matter, mister Excmo., are you like French, or just a little CUNT?

If only the Paris Tourism Board
had the fucking Imagination.

Context? Ewe can’t handle the context*.

 

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Not unlike the moral right in the Trapeze of Jason Mott³, a British cunt who claims that he wrote “A Hell of A Book” but that nigger doesn’t even know what trou tacos taste like, let alone what a Mexican Peso is worth, he inherited cotton but never had to pick the bol’ :

Page 58…

I STEP OFF THE PLANE LOOKING LIKE A MILLION EUROS AND FEEL-ing like about two pesos.

³~. Hell of a book, by Jason Mott, a British cunt in my faction.

Outshined? C’mon now Minnesota, North Carolina, the two Virginia’s and CaCa’laki (South Carolina) ain’t got nothing on Tabasco, the original, not that acid vinegar from New Orleans.

Book it! The entire FICTION Phucks. And here is why, on the same motherfucking page, and the one before (nº 57, if youse keeping count of them cunts) because it is obvious that the jury panel either skipped the Angry Husband on a hot airplane landing or those sons-of-bitches don’t know what “So it goes” is supposed to mean, and if Mott was being “ironic” like a Pearl Jam³ fan, then he clearly’s never been to DRESDEN EN TIEM-pos de hambre en Saint-Germain-des-Prés.

³~. Or fans of Serge Gainsbourg who come to the Ol’ Alice Cooper nightmare shack to search for the precise word, which of course in-and-of itself is always a “con” and not a SANS.

Page 57/58:

Hell of a Book tour takes me out of the Midwest—with it’s flat earth and angry husbands— and deposits me somewhere on the West Coast this time, yada, yada, yada…

¶ … yada, yada, … In Florida—I remember sweaty armpits and air humid enough to drink— {kinky⁸}…

The plane landing out west is a little bumpier than expected. Yada, yada, yada… —from the fuselage to fun-sized pretzel bag— is shaking, So naturally, I assume we’re in a free fall and death 

End of page 57.

Meanwhile at The Toledo…

Start of page 58:

is imminent. I reach out and grab the hand of the man sitting next to me and tell him I love him, I’m proud of him, and that I hope there are Nic Cage movie marathons in the afterlife.

Then the announcement comes that we’ve landed wherever we are and everything between me and the gentleman next to me feels odd and out of place all of a sudden.

So it goes. 🛬

Tabasco. Birth place of the current Mexican President, just south of La Louisiana, and in this section the student will remember that salsa 🌶️  has no correlation to merengues 🥐. This is your cue to ignore the CAUCES in translation.

As Promised… una de Mel Brookz.
— So, mister “Beck”, it says here that, « In the time of chimpanzees » you was a monkey. How do you explain, la Scientology, you son-of-a-bitch?

After the break, it’s a Closer Look.

Tangas or G-string? Which one is it, Mme. Macron?

It was bound to happen, following the sexual harassment law suit coverage of former White House resident, Donald John Trump in the Manhattan Burrough of New York City, New York, KATIE PHANGS moved to Paris, where she is now in the process of selling sketches for the mock trial tribunals de La Sorbonne. It’s like The American BAR, except that instead of Bud Light™ the esquires drink mimosas for breakfast.

 

You know, Jacqueline Ale-many, they* say that playing shrink to heads of state is the fastest way of getting old, Romanian dermatologistes-es advice that if listening to peoples problems is your thing, then the shrink doctorate candidate should veer into onto the comedy track, clowns and drug addicts keep them “patas de gallo³” away.

³~. Crow-es feet.
Remember Jacqueline Ale-many, always remember that Australia, Australia is in-deed the enemy!

Öüï tried to warn Jackie, but the Dough is just too sweet! BEHOLD what a ten-hour shift does to a head of state shrink, BEHOLD! JACQUELINE turned into Mic Jagger, at thi$$$ rate, Jackie is going to end up looking like The Fed’s Wife, Madame Andrea Mitchell.

 

For comparative purposes, just look at Jennifer Palmieri boobs on The Circus, sources close to John Heileman say that “Jenni” was the muse behind NOFX’s “New Boobs” in the sand, 36D or something like that.

Any how, Mme. Macron, how about that fucking chef, eh? Who would have thought that Putin’s chef was a fan of Burton (not that one, Summers), Anastasia pulling theet 🎻…

Cursos de civilización francesa con Jorge Saldaña
y jabón del perro de agradecido presentan:

En contexto, jump to mañana, no se vaya, El Alternativo con “las embajadoras” de Jorge Saldaña los espera en la rue de Fouarre con díagonal de las Trois Portes en La Maub.

 

de cualquier manera señora Macron, it’s not likely that YVELINES PRIgozhin is ever going to take over Sodexo™️ at MINER PETE‘s student cafeteria, bar, grill, and table-dance at The University of Texas at El Paso, but that son-of-a-bitch did take over Mali and the Places In BURKINA FASO, that only Sarah Chayes and Susan Powers dare to talk about at the gazebo on la rue GRABIEL next to 🏎️ Checo Perez human resources offices at the F.I.A., PROST, Alain, Prost MADAFAKA 🍻.

Sprechen sie Deutsch?

 

Hawaiianas, yes, Mme. First Lady, Hawaiianas. Why Hawaiianas, you might ask… because after six years of pointing out the ⏳ reciprocal ⌛ difference in the sand clock of Time Zones (12 hours-each)* the Paris Septième Art Board just discovered Pineapples and SASHA.

Meanwhile at El Carnal de Las Estrellas 🤩 Los de Molotov, ¡chinguen a su madre!

 

*~. During European Heure d’été time; however, during the Winter hours, Parisian clocks are in-synch with The Ukraine girls, (Back in the USSR).

⌛~. Go ahead, Roger Pérez, you may use that useless fact on your next vernissage.

Members close to Tele Lois pondered about how Charline will laugh herself to the Sixth Republic in the comfort of her own place.

 

Bal en plein AIR follows:

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Of course, you have to be French to snap a picture and get it published, or you can just do the same things that PUTIN’s chef minions do to the journalists (in France) and SODEXO will give you a suit to wear with your French sponsor at the opening of your gallery, we, ES DECIR, Roger 🇵🇪 / 🇬🇧 Pérez, yo Armando Segovia 🇺🇲 /Armando Serrano 🇲🇽 Prieto lo hé visto en la Pelocula película mexicana: Nuevo Orden. 

Swing MADDAFAKKA

 

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