¡Joder, Susana Poveda!
It ain’t over until the Phat Lady sings, period!
The “entertainer” was a fag.
Never gonna give you up, pero por favor, no insistas. You of all sirens should know that i’ve developed a dislexic heart, but regardless Robin, ain’t no murciélago 🦇 gonna replace Barbara on the White Nights
It ain’t over until Butch sings
Note to the good people of Meudon :
Öüï, the staff of this most non-consequential blog, strongly discourage the use of A.I. translation options offered by most if not all interwebs browsers on account that in love and war, nuttin’ is reel and nothing to get hanged, —about.
To they Öüï remembers : Sous les jupes de Fip.
Aussie down under, please relay to the PUTOS at La Maison HACHETTE, that Eye don’t select the spin cycle at francemusique and that I most-certainly do not own a crystal 🔮 ball so no, yo no puedo predecir los news cycles, ni predecir lo que saldrá en cada post. Ewe dig, nigga?
🎶 Tryin’ to get over, because all the Gall of my excess lives in Texas, and that’s why i moved to Paris, France… because Eye could not go back to The Streets of Bakersfield ; knot before the 15th Round with La Bendita Préfecture de Cité.
Musical Guest: The fip-pets de radiofrance
With a girl like Ewe…
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-bahhhhhhhhhhh
Right about now, Stephanie Menou is like running the place, if she didn’t turn into an Alliance Française language instructor in Acapulco, what with all those Mexican connections of 2012 and whatnot 💋 Happy Valentine’s They 💐 Stephanie Menou.
El marco 🖼️ de hoy… Will be trumped (no pun intended) by Donald in the wee-hours of the running week.
For the record, it’s funny because sirens are hideous creatures, unphotographable, heck even Joe Rogan looks away when confronted with the imagery.
Azúcar de azufre… Carte Blanche.
Dear, David Ignatius… my condolences for your dad; he knew, and that’s why Trump wants to brand la tina americana with his colonialist rhum.
https ://clacs .berkeley .edu /guatemala-bending-arc-history
Now youse playing FUCHS music
No insistas Susana Poveda, because Atlas Shrugged and The Sandman went away with Joni Mitchell, at last! A FACKHAM Bloody Mary.
Now With More Surrealism on Évry Hit.
Providence, R.I., merci REDDIT!!! Évry body puts you down, but M.I.T. would be reading Astérix in oblivion without you.
John, zat Ewe with Santi-Claws?
Fackham! Fackham all!!!
But seriously volks, the Fuchs’ the color of peace? Buster Pointdexter asks EFRAÍN RÍOS MONTT if Reagan’s dictator is feeling “hot, hot, hot”, —yet?
Take Mí to the Captian, because Eye seen that movie tú.
… y todos me dicen que’lla_ez, “la’N-cuerada d’Ah-banda-ro”, but Öüï the staff Ol’agree with that there Caunes on the Susana 🪄 Pantera 🎩 Show where the local “beatnicks” and the illegitimate vasallos de Johnny Hallyday go to have a 🐄 cow :
Ewe has to listen to the entire L.P. to get the tuétano from that there core.
… and starring as, “la encuerada de Avandaro” : la noble de La Paz, María Manchado Corrina.
🎶 It’s Ewe, ewe—Ewe, ewe.
“The thing about Ringo”, relayed mister Sitting on a Corn Flake, “is that he knew where Eye was going as soon as Öüï raised a brow 🧐, that motherfucker was a god-damned weaver of strings!”.
Sweet Jane. I don’t know just yet how it will fit but Öüï’s not gonna turn around. The night is young.
And, Catherine deer… it’s part of the Current Events/Culture and all of that Jazz, Öüï don’t select the themes, Eye just rolled with it and I (Armando Segovia) makes all of the strokes blend, the pieces fit and, —the sections line up.
A closer look:
Shure Shot… A Goy Named Boi.
If nothing else we’ll knot it into an intermission, fuck it.
And Susana Poveda, i love you.
I swear the chicken is to die for
On today’s Willie Geist show it was a re-run show… not a fit for UTEP in 2007, but now as the Beto O’Roukre democrats are getting re-disticted the son-of-bitch-es can go down to Juárez and drink margaritas “a escondidas” Susana Poveda, a escondidas and on replay.
Ibid.
Even on replay… but then again, that’s what you French cunts do. Évry thing is on replay.
Over at Horizonte (en Xoco) The Jazz is playing The Blues in real time 11:53 am en Naucalpan.
I swear César le bénévole that Öüï is not making this up, heck nigger! Ewe yo’Self may stumble up on it one of these days if you shop at the Three Mouseketeer’s store, details during tonight’s showdown at Trump’s Corral.
… y tu papá también.
https ://www .radiofrance .fr /fip /certains-l-aiment /le-grand-ecran-de-caetano-veloso
Ricardo 🇬🇹, o Caetano 🇧🇷 é seu Pai
This is an intermediary frame in change… Have a Peach 🍑 César, it’s courtesy of “As Thyme Goes By” en Casablanca.
I’m SIRIUS, César and youse knot and here is why, doctor, because you never leave a gathering without saying goodbye, otherwise you ain’t nothing but a McDo employee who changes his/her shirt 🎽 at the end of the shift to clock-out (punto-y- coma); which is why the “guests of honor” ignored the feast, Thomas de Por-Qué-Rie, because clochards hate being the product of the Knights, and this César (coma), is the difference from those who make Enigmas in the electronic transactions fields (cryptology) and Snoops in free-Lance journalism like me… Öüï Say It as, IT!, is. Sí, si, see 🙈
³~. … but Öüï will Ketch that motherfucker up at The Pass
‘Cus Öüï’s a Cow … boy!
— Como se llama?
Acid reflux is mother’s milk for the ruminant kind, Ewe just chew, chew, and off-course Chew.
Mathematically ⚾ speaking:
Apolonia Six
I’m trippin’ nigga, it’s over and out unless you bring some coke.
Eye has Shrooms right now, what do you have?
Synopsis: Michelle Phiffer, Michelle Phiffer, Michelle Phiffer.
Gabrielle Oliveira Guy•on comes for EIGHT straight hot-minutes vibrating with my rich Buddy: BAGUETTE.
from Politico magazine:
Lost in Translation : nombre d’Or. ¿El nombre de Or?… That’s Easy, MARCO 🪟, let Mí show you in FA, how It!, will be, OR Knot to be.
“What is truly extremist is not the popular AfD—which took second in the recent election—but rather the establishment’s deadly open border immigration policies that the AfD opposes,” Rubio wrote in a post on X in the hours following the decision.
and Wyane Newton, mister 🍺 BECK, goes here.
“bitte, baby.”
The heights of how a REFUGEE sperm’s can be the source of Hitler’s Youths in CUBA. The year is 1989 and Marco Rubio finishes “high*” school in the Cuban Sperm-Bucket of the world: esa puta FLORIDA.
Porn Is In The Eye of Marco Rubio, but it’s still rock and roll to Mí.
But seriously, Jeff… Baeza beats PUBLISHER. And, Katty Kay, The American Promise is going to run out of parts, the FROGS on them hoofs are severely damaged and the nervous system on that steed is cross ❌ cancelling like Whisky on a Canada Dry.
Entonces Anita Hidalgo, what a they yesterday eh? A fractured Pink Panther where the streets have name but i only remember the ones that Mancini me notó 🎺 So, who’s on First? Mí of course, Anita. It’s always Mí KNOT —Susana PubEda.
And here comes the pitch, the batter swings Strike Tú and Motherfucking 🐎 Mí heads for Second via THE GOD-DAMNED Streets of Bakersfield, Holie—Wholie Hallelu-EAU-EAU-Eau—Jah, to the LEGEND, i am adding, —On! Motherfucking 🐎 Mí is SAFE on Second where JOSÉ MARÍA 🦓 CANO was standing by with an Ice Cream Cone and a Centerfold of Susana Pubeda’s Sister [Em#pelotas] in Spain.
It’s the top of the second and Buck 🦌Owens is at the mound. Willie 🤠 Nelson is at The Plate the score is FOUR and SEVEN Years Ago… yada, yada, yada, let the home team 🤹 mascot do his thing, Öüï is coming live from Mans, and nevermind the pronoun, the locals hate using the complete nomenclature Night and Day literally au Mans Race Track school for Mimes.
7th—INNING STRETCH “Bring in the clowns, Clooney” and don’t forget that it’s THE MIDDLE AGES, you son of a bitch!