³~. Available at Subway in Châtelet, and Katty Kay, haw’Bout that Genie descending onto the STA°DE°FRANCE, eh?… and yes, Katty Kay, you can tell Tom Cruise that The Genie is non other than Kevin Bacon covered in Gold, Katty, Gold 🥇… and Katty, can you hear me now, Katty, one-two—Over…
Flea Market and The Memories from El Monte at Père Lachaise. L.A. Woman 👠 follows.
Any how Katty, it’s all about CHEESE and BACON
And, Tom Nichols at West Point 👉🏿… Zeppelin goes here, but first, Company man that Joe Scarborough is, that cock sucker is praising “streaming” as the clear winner of Anne Hidalgo’s Olympics in Paris. More on that at Five in KTLA.
Across The Atlantic, it’s all PROJECTION kill your television.
And in Paris, France, all quiet in Central Park… nothing to write home about. Bear with it, and Elise Jordania… for Kennedy’s Sake 🍶 you’re supposed to eat the worm 🐛 not skin the cub 🐻.
The Birth of Venus, a new take where The Clam has risen to the top. The concept is not new to U.S., ask Catherine Deneuve.
On the next segment, Synchronized Swimming narrated by The Marquis de Sade who is literally coming to Ewe live from la Place de Victoires.
It’s all Greek to Mí.
Police Synchronicity III — La Casita… 3 Mercedes, 4 Mustangs y un Jaguar. 🏋🏻♀️🥊🥋🤺 “y que te bendiga Dios.”
Previously on “Lo Negro” del Partenón de Alfredo Durazo Moreno.
Keeping with the family tradition, only a Kennedy can get away with death. On both ends of the killing.
Meanwhile in VERSAILLES at LA Riviera MAYA, Lisa Kudrow and The History Cult Jam Club can’t believe that Mika Brzezinski is reading about The Time in the Actual Time!!!
Over at Le Crystal Bar Brasserie at the Argentine Metro stop next to the Arc on the Lido, Willie Geist just passed the “Casting Couch” event. Pablo Torre just found out and his Guayabera just got stained and Willie Geist don’t care 💅🏽.
Willie Geist is now having a Fag³ 🚬 overlooking the Qatar Embassy on Wagram and Hoche.
Ah, yes… the Romans.
³~. What Rosbifs call their after coitus nicotine fix.
Sema, not to be confused withGeneral Thierry Burkhard³ from the CEMAfromby way of Dalla, not to be confused with Dallas because that’s near Paris, in Texas.
³~. Chef d’état-major des armées, and can Ewe, MotherFUCKERS, imagine what the LoI 43.9 would do if the French Assembly held this motherfucker’s budget for red wine rations for every meal-in-the-field?
It’s always a hit in San José de Las Panochas.
From the German Sema, and this one from the Greek σῆμα sêma ‘sign‘.
According to la R.A.E. in Spain:
1. m. Ling. Minimal unit of lexical or grammatical meaning.
Por ejemplo, MarjolenaPoiterKaltenBrooks, homeless is what some might call a moreFemma, or just another, —word.
Across The Atlantic, along The Mississippi (another moreFemme) it’s another edition of, “Well isn’t that Special.”
It’s like political homelessness, but sort’of-kind’of—like Napoléon exiled in The Philippines. Or at least that is what the product³ of an urologist and a dermatologist would tell Nick Saban after The Pasadena incident where Congressman Joseph Charles Scarborough III killed an assistant after Alabama’s Waterloo incident en La Aloóndiga de Granaditas. Trou 🕳️ story.
They Pay you for that – Brooks? —Speak English to Mí, said Cousin Avi to “Bullet-tooth” Tony, adding, “this country (Rosbifland) spawned the language and nobody seems to speak it.
³~. Pablo “tag-along” Torre.
Unbeknownst to, Torre, Saban’s wife would confirm our prediction from a week-ago… it is Turkish, and I’ve read them subtitles, aussi.
For the record, Mister Yourbain, a bird’s song is a either a War cry or a reproduction call for the feathered female. It’s like Gabriel’s trumpet sound., but Instead of reproduction it’s a call for extermination of the enemy or trespassers.
Aunque Usted… no lo crea, de América, —yo soy.
De América, yo soy. And Elise Jordan, you may take the accent out of the letter ‘e’, but you can knot take the 5th letter out of my continent, Issy, it’s mine. Eye just hasn’t claimed, IT!, —yet.
And in chilli news, the Lone Star State is sick and tired of being confused with that South American flag 🇨🇱.
And Pablo Torre, I am eating a Turkish grec so just talk among the Joe’s… Issy, fuck The Patriots. Kinky, you say? Let me get Rafael Septién 🤠, you can’t Handle the Kinky, Torre!
Más y más:
… y mas:
Say what Jew will, but for the record, on today’s Morjo Show, Pablo Torre just found out that he was the opening act for a very Kinky sado-masochist from the Guantanamo Bay clan in Florida.
Asked if he could tell the difference between ‘epiDiDyMiTis’ and ‘epiDerMis’, Joe Torre had to call home before the holidays to ask, Lebron James (who is apparently his DaDy) and his mom, who actually knows the difference because of her trade.
Over at Mika’s Ice Rink next to a housing development, Charlie Brown just told the world that he was a Dallas Cowboys fan and that he had always looked up to Rafael Septién since way back when Rafa was playing college football for Louisiana, or Lafayette, or some worthless institution of the Sort, heck, in those Theys, Pablo-wobbly-Torre, if that’s even your real name, the Dallas Cowboys was like a Barrel Cracker™️ version of The World Famous Harlem Globetrotters ✊🏼, or maybe even a country music outreach like the one of Colored people who played Jazz for a post-WWII people of the world. Anyhow Torre, I know that when your Tagalum-tounge brought up the “kinky” element of Tom Landry, you were not referring to the Universally known Dallas Cowboys Cheerleading Squad, but to “Debbie”, you son of a bitch! Jesús Cristo, Torre, it’s a morning show, you’re freak 🎃 Pablo Torre.
