“Psst, wake up…”, this is an intermission

Hey now, hey now (The Mission Room) dream another dream, this dream is over.

Don’t dream it’s over. Simple Minds on Marjolena’s cascos 🎧 know better than to go around the Amazonia selling submarines that the Aussies wouldn’t even touch, sources close to Lula relay that Bolsonaro wanted to know, “where all the Cougars at?”.

Over at Camden Yards in Maryland it’s the first game of the rest of the 2024 MLB season between the Ángeles Exterminadores from Anaheim versus The Baltimore Blackbirds.

🎶 Duerme, duerme negrito…

Wait… scratch that it’s Julie Delpy. The birth of ‘Sista during a Siesta.

https ://www .cnn .com /2024/03/28 /sport/mlb-opening-day-2024-preview-ohtani-spt-intl

Sources close to the Washington senators alerted the Pledge of Allegiance to take the mound, as the official national anthem is wrapped with something in the waters.

 

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.

Ladies in Gemini : The Kamikaze Drones from Hell’s Kitchen

After the break, it’s Sex in The Kitchen followed by my niggaz in Paris, and Katty Kay, Eye swears that Öüï is knot making any of these headlines above the fold³, up ⏫🔼⬆️📈🎤 drop the mic on piano…

I-95… It’s The Eco°nou—Mí! Stupid.

🎶 No-body move, no-Body gets hurt.

And, Claire McCaskill, way before I painted you like don Leo’s French whores, I wanted to introduce Spanglish to the good people of La Sorbonne (en América latina), long story short, one has to be a French nigger to do that, and shift the concept to Puy du Fou and call, IT!, « Franglish at the mall ».

All the fits that’s news.

 

Still to come, The Producers of Évry body must get stoned return with an askEwe look at The Marshall Plan and Operation Wetback with:

Évry body must get fucked, brazo à brazo y golpe a golpe.

Don Leo Orellana no nos puede dejar mentir, la Idea d’este blog nace después de mover tierra y cielo para organizar un periódico que trata sobre temas del infierno que es mi México lindo y querido. Trou fact, —bitches, enjoy your Woman’s His°tory month. En marcha pues.

 

You’re a beautiful, beautiful fucked-up man…

Building A Mystery

Sarah McLachlan

In Hilo, Hawaii, Super Tuesday remains in effect but in Paris, France, there is not one fucking Cross in sight.

Enter, los vendeanos de La Vendée on aisle six of the MonoFranPrix frozen section of 20minutes dot fr.

Knot the Ognion, the joke’s on Joe.

And over at the Morning Mika Hump THEY Show, somebody left the barn door open and a Clinton-era angry goat strolled onto the set. For the record, fuck Thé Few, the proud, The Marines : thanks for going ARMY.