Paris, Texas, Four Star Hotel… Rosecrans 🇺🇸 Baldwin told you about Cinéma State Subsides, donc, A LLORAR A Tu Tierra 🇲🇽 Lagunero, que estas entre 🇨🇵 hipócritas.
“I have made this decision in view of the results of the regional and municipal elections. Many socialist presidents and mayors with impeccable management are going to be displaced, despite witnessing their support increase.
Just call Me, Angel… Dr. Death.
³~. France was too busy catering to Nazis at Champs Elysées.
And, Ambassador Grenouille en el lago de mis ajolotes, nevermind the alleged sexual déviances of your current Ministro del Interior, Granadino Darmanino (that’s his spic name) because if you ask your colleague at the Cinito Mexicano Film Festival, mister Jean–Christophe Berjon, about how Bruno at the préfecture de Cité was tasked with rejecting MY U.S. Medical Insurance and instead demand that I “walk across” the Seine to get a job and thus, be eligible (as a guest) for your carte Vitale, mister Berjon will keep his barba en PROCESO de remojo and directed the question to Jim Cohen at the IHESS, who will off-course wash his hands to keep his French Tenure and C.I.A. credentials among the intelligent French.
{and} as Dr. Poisson is my witness, 🚶🏼♂️i did, and a job 🧑🔧 i found, and La’Rent Nugnez’es 👮🏿♂️ thughs still found a reason to cut Mí down. To say that I, Armando Segovia feel like that little fellow on BFM’ER TV weekend, who got shot after calling the Emergency Number 17 does no JUSTICE and does not even rhyme with RIMA at the Ministère de Malraux.
— What Did I Do Wrong?
Issy, RIMA… I am the Malox® for yer’ flabbergasted ass.
®~. Look it up, it’ll do your sexy ass good, Nena.
and Eye Quotes… Eye like big butts and Eye cannot lie — Mí Séjourné, and horny Aussie.
It’s Primetime in Hilo Hawaii, Oh-nine 45 a.m. in La France
Musical Guest, Kurt 🎩 While.
So, it’s National Sport’s They in France, and to begin the transmission, why not knot actual sports affected by the reform at hand and how the 2024 Olympics IN Paris, France, will do absolutely nothing for the SPORT ASSOCIATIF & BÉNÉVOLE* of those ghetto buildings on the North Side of Marseille, but that’s just me not believing about tomorrow, but about today.
In any case, this blog is not appropriate enough to feature in here what I have seen in the past decade, or so. So, meet me on the next page. In the mean time here is a teaser for The Melle. Pitch Award at Emmaüs:
If you are a French student struggling to read this message, in English, no less… know that it is the old fuckers in your Hex’a-gone who are making the most noise to secure your future, in any case, good luck on your BAC results, it’s not like you have it made like Vanessa Paradis, who, I am sorry to say Johnny Depp, does not deserve the shit she gets, but that is just me.
And if you don’t believe me, ask the fellow bum busting my balls for doing what I do best, which is getting the facts to relay to You French Motherfuckers what is happening under your Stupid fucking noses.
As you were.
Fuck you, Donnie Deutsch! Fuck you, fuck your brand, and fuck your firm. You and Donald Trump are the same, you just haven’t got caught, like that Juanito Guanabacoa in France… which brings us back to LAST WEEK to THEY, motherfuckers.
In fact fuck all advertising firms, especially the ones in France. But don’t take my word for it because one has to be a pasty-cracker in France to bash Marianne, like the guy who wrote “Paris I Love You, but you are a fucking CUNT!”, or something like that, from one of those pretentious Café (plural) in France, and I mean the entire HEXagone… knot just at la Place des Vosges.
Excellent articulation, Luciano, keep playing Constance, just don’t slay the Keys, least you want to piss-off Émilie Moreau.
This segment is being brought to the Service du procureur de la République (in France) courtesy of Mr. Griffith J. Griffith, in the Los Angeles Basin of the Pacific Tectonics Plate near Mount Baldy and Rancho Kukamonga.
What’s The Frequency, Roscrans, and what are the odds that your assertions about the “private network” between the French government’s Ministry of Culture and the Mass Medias, would intersect with the GO’ill de Niza? — This Advertorial campaign is narrated by Ken Burns.
Pura Vida 🇨🇷 y dos con sal…
Pecsi, the choice of the Knew Generation ⚡🪐. The Song Remains The Same 🪄
No insistas, Susana 🇪🇸 PUBeda, and don’t you go sending Mí your “little prey’ers”, my Kite belongs to la Nat’ah Lair Piolé.
I tell you Who’s a Lie all the time dough (nut) Cardinal Biggles 🛩️, that Flyin’ Fokker! that’s Who, —Nacho Cano. Cardinal BIGGLES. (LES BIG g, he is called on that Jersey Shore) 🌉.
L’antier antes era « piso lejano ».
“NO-body, expects the Spanish Inquisition”
Cardinal
🧭 Ximénez
L.E. Aute y F. Cabrales están en un bar, risa sale a chorros cuando, P. Milanés canta Cielito Lindo con Nacho Cano en la Casa del Club América, en Madrid.
Red Bull rearranged for Denisa Kerschovas, consider this a ¿Qué Saco‽
I am SIRIUS – What About Bob? By the güey, Cerf–panthère, if that’s even a real hybrid! Metro called, they want the maqueta from their Advertorial coordinator back, ya’Bums.
{and}
Donnie Deutsch, — Fuck you, and your stupid spectacles.
Publicité :
The Gospel of Faul 🐏🪲
_yada, yada en Ipsum, context for the British Broadcasting Corporation follows, but first don’t call, IT!, A come back or Eye will have Mika’s pussy bitch slap Ewe.
From The Spanish Inquisition flying fucking Circus 🎪 on the BBC.
… [P]orque de Europa, escribió alguna vez, Octavio Paz, ¡que los chilangos! salieron de Los indios.
Y luego, por si sobrara menos, los brasileños salieron de la sala de Mrs. Robinson en fip . fr… deviants. The whole lot of you. Including, Messi.
Secrets in Plain Sight.
From the producers of Paris I Love you,but you can go fuck yourself, (wait scratch that…) but you are bringing me down, and TheDeath of French Culture, comes the story of, “La Grande Flemme” and the betrayal of Le Figaro with a €20K L’Oréal grant… Por, Iz Cova Sin Filtro, — en Abu Dhabi… because like Qatar, with the Fifa World Cup 2022,
le régime d’Abou Dabi est une monarchie héréditaire, qualifiée d’autocratie : bien que les libertés sociales soient présentes, les habitants n’ont aucun droit politique (droit de vote, etc.) et la liberté d’expression est très fortement encadrée³.
³Abou Dabi (émirat) — Wikipédia (wikipedia.org)
Abu Dhabi is the perfect stage to have a WOMAN over 50* Forum, with the wife of a Peacock’s Pundit.
Summertime And the livin’ is easy Fish are jumpin’ And the cotton is high Oh, your daddy’s rich And your ma is good-lookin’ So hush, little baby Don’t you cry…
*~. years old.
After the break, the enemy of the French’s enemies are their (the Very French) best friends. With that in mind, Donald John Trump threatens to make another run for the presidency of Them United States of America.
Pinche 🤌🏽 Tavo… y por eso Cerati, se fue a morir en El D.F., eh? I was there, boludo squatted the intensive Coma Center during the Day of The Dead installation at La Catedral in October of 2010.
If my French, is still accurate, this means that the Elysée is about to invite “little Donald” for this year’s edition of “Niggers on Boats”. Sponsored by none other than “the socialist ARGENTINA 🇦🇷.
Because just like the pulgas del perro agradecido, las plumas de Las aves de Roma, anyone? las plumas de flock to°get•her fly to, what?
Scarborough? Birds of a… Scarborough?
But then again, Eye told you so back in 2015, but you didn’t care.
KALMUS, Kalmus, qué no Panda El?… Anyone, Perrine, Anyone?
Some Girls laughed when i suggested that the facemask would add D.A.T. “Tickle your Ass with a Feather” felling on the G-spot… [l]ook at #Em now, all quiet on the underground. Can’t even answer the Good-Good GUUUUUD Vibrations. Oh, the humanity. In the frame, Ashley Parker is going down on Perrine.
Y las antenitas de VYNIL 33 mexicano re vibran:
cunnilingus, profe.
Señora Sasha Montenegro, o como le decían en Los Coniferous de Chapultepec, Александра Аћимовић Поповић… los próximos hilos (EnCuaronados) van por usted.
El Corrido de Montemorelos, N.L. va aquí, para “La Tía Tati » en San peDro GArza GArcía; allí no’mas cruzando traslomita por La Fundidora del Obispado, en Monterey, California (UCSantaCruz^), a güevo que sí.
El Chivo Lubezki is a fag, and here is why… lemme get that page about Jorge Rivero… wait for it, wait…
👺
In Local News 🇫🇷: Spread #Em… 🦠 the mall is full, but i am the fucking problem, eh‽ AnyGüey, this place used to be called the François Roland Truffaut biblioteca, Jon Stewart, today it’s just another Young American’$ hangout 🇺🇸… this fuckers are just asking for the Nelson Mandela strain 🇿🇦… but i’m the fucking problem.
And in WaWa Land, Black Spy is wearing my favorite Shirt… DAT Motherfucker!
Now i told you fuckers (cabrones en Español del bueno) about Bikini Atoll, and Siren—it’s Knot one of those; this is Live from El Banco Chinchorro: I WANT A BUCKET OF CHICKEN!!! DangOnIT! —_*!*_— Anyway, Tiff Cross that bitch in the frame may or may not be the former FO’ist Lady Melania Trump, and that may or may KNOT be MAR-o-LAGO in La muy puta Florida. If you squint like a Japanese manga still you might be able to spot IVANKA at a distance enjoying the Sacrifice.
Still to come… Re qui?
Ladies in Gemini, the following is a kind reminder to all youse who are in on the Joke that way WAY güey before France24 made its move on Aguascalientes TV26, i was already explaining to SHARON there (during the Enrique Peña Nieto administration) what sort of tangas matched her earings.
RE•PUTA•S—ION 7″
^ USA School of Foreign and Domestic Lenguas; DOD, certified… par corres‘pondance, indeed (1994)… ISSY, Dr. (Ph.D.) Ackerman, John Mill [One-each] i too know where The Lost Boys are from, as a member of The NEW Mexican Cinema del Estado Mayor de don Andrés en La Jornada de Tabasco… do you Doctor John, remember Andrés? The one that answered the question about Osorio CHONG during your first day at l’IHEAL because you didn’t do your Homework that particular WEEK of OCTUBRE—como tenía que haber sido, Câbrónsìsïmøcabrón.
Any güey, fip
… if you fuck with Mi, i’ll fuck you, eh!
Allá por Chicago, tú.
To the Tune of Love Unlimited’s 1974 1973 POPULAR hit, el himno nacional francés, o como dice Barry White: Love’s Theme; And Perrine…
He’s on Cloud 9 .:. 323447CB-5441-405F-B13C-74B22229BFD4 .:. A Dark Horse told me so, Siren… ISSY, i’m Down Here for your Soul.
The following is an adaptation of
“The Shock Doctrine”…
m’ember the shock doctrine,
Señor CUARÓN? If KNOT,
well let’s ask Mateo au Pied de Sacre-Cour.
🗣 Don’t-don’t—DON’T Don’t believe La Academia Mexicana de “lenguas” à l’IHEAL.
And this is why, you sexy ONCA on the BFM’er screen—you:
Because como dicen por allá en ROMA, DGO…
🐯 esa piel de Big Cat te va bien… 🐅 te ves Bien Perrona¹, Cabrona!
Neta que sí.
🐆
Are you a Tigr–essa, Jaguar–ette, o una Oceloteta?
anyhoot…. i love all cats, and PERRINE, did you eat the Wabbit ears that i etched last week on your desk?
But FO’ist… you are Knot Foolin’ anybody Luka Karamatic, because we know that youse the long-long-Loin Lost illegitimate son of James Coburn in the ROLE of Justin FAIRfax in the adaptation of The Hunter, ISSY, Mel Gibson, APOCALYPTO IS A FAIR representation of Los Amigos de Mexico en Francia y su escuelita “El Tecnologico de Monterrey—Campus Unesco/OCDE ».
Issy, Melle. Storme, ha’bout them Rafa’s corsicos, nada que ver con La Pérsica de Lencho de por allá en Cuéncame, DGO… pronounced “Doggo” and if you know who Doroteo Arango is, [DANGLING PARTICIPLE GOES HERE—and ZEPPELIN tú] los mexicanos del Cine De La “llamada” época de ORO* (🎥) le llaman a ese Estado, DUR•AN•GO, ALEJANDRO JODOROSKI became a CONTINENTAL GENTLEMAN there, en SAN JOSÉ de Las Panochas, —no less— and PAUL NEWMAN blew up THE FIRST TEST of Phatman and Le Petit Garçon.
*nada que ver con el cinito mexicano en elDorado de SciencesPo
Last night my Right Eye discovered That French cops were Pussies, —at the time when i asked for my property back— but some, are just EXACTLY like them little American cops.
Good morning, it’s 9.20 in the morning and today is Mexican Revolution They.
ODEON M4… next stop, Saint Germain-des-Près .:. A2024EF1-AA99-4C46-B541-461C1E4B8155 … Three Little Words Siren, you got, IT!, Sirene: FUCK YOU COP.
Quick note, if you ever get pepper-sprayed, point-blank and TO your Face, you must remember that the chemical will stay in your eyes for a good portion of the following 24 hours. Lucky for u.s., we visited the Soup Populaire at the 6th District, of 16 (now) and the good people there hooked us up with a little bottle of VITAMINs B6 and D, which we did not drink earlier in the day (yesterday), like yogurt, or milk, anything that makes for a happy movement of SHIT is a good remedy for the pepper-spray that insecure “little” debutant cops throw at you.
Some people call me the space cowboy .:. You know my name, you know where i lay, you even know where i take a steamy shit, and You Motherfuckers know that if i wanted to steal anything from La France, well THEN i would have asked Los Amigos de México in France for the “permission” necessary to obtain a Talents and Skills visa… like the one that Marcelo Ebrard nice got to able to study at Sciences Po in 2015 (during the year of Mexico in the Hillary Clinton Latino outreach in the U.S.A.) check La Matriculacion, or as we bums on skid row very often say: check your surveillance feed.
ISSY Mr. Macron: FUCK THE POLICE, if they punish the paying customer at MONOPrix®️, and you know what the IRONY of it is, Mme. Hidalgo? That the CEO of Franprix and Monoprix used to be a roofless sonovabitch just like yours truly.
Page 26: DECOUVERTS, « Trois lieux où mieux consomer » ; À Paris AUTOME 2020.
Now before i continue with this most non-consequential blog, be advised that tonight, your police officers relinquished from me a pair of needle nose pliers that Eye uses to remove the staples from the cardbox boxes that i use as mattresses, Eye is sorry for dispensing your pepper EYE spray on Mí.
OPEN YOUR BAG!!!
These where actually the words from the MAGAZINE manager, before i asked that motherfucker to review the surveillance feed.
I foresee that every move that Eye makes, will be monitored, but please BITCH, tell your cops to strike and get,IT!, over WITT!… bunch of pussies.
You are going to miss Mí when Eye is gone. Mark My pepperspray.
Not to invoke the voice of any-given 1940’s newsreel voice anchor in the Trump era, but to succinctly encapsule the past three years:
“Things are changing by the hour” .:. D909C1C5-20F6-4030-8D78-943771DF520C 🛂 FAIR USE OF PERPENDICULAR CUSTOMS.
and since we Armando Segovia/Armando Serrano Prieto “got in good trouble” with the good people of the French Gendarmerie standing guard on Donald John Trump’s beautiful French flowers, on Memorial Day 2020, öüï would [have to] recalibrate and correct for Kentucky Windage (it’s a thing, look it up) [on account] D.A.T. the local motions are developing as some say (a former Eagle, perhaps) inside of the Observation Deck of The Rockefeller Center:
“In a New York minute”
⌛️ C0BFCD0B-6AEB-4644-BE27-3912011EF0AA 🧭 This is not your standard tier “Dirty Laundry” Hotel California news channel… “This is El Ey”.
Here’s a recap… “[K]etchup, —get it?”
Time-Check and Station Identification:
and in Old London Town, it’s high–noon in Mean Greenwich Times or, as the Mutt Island Rosbif’s on the HoBO TV call, IT!: British Summer Time.
Page 3: Opinión
Movi[e]ingOn, if you stop counting the recently departed Americans who died because of the ineptitude of “Individual one” at places such as the various Trump bug–infested hotels, Trump golf courses and “The Resolute Desk… Retailcountertop” at the Oval Office, then Donald Trump is not a negligent criminal Commander–in–Chief.
Page 3: Espectáculos with musical guest
Dionne Warwick and The Chicago Jazz Philharmonic… “A’zuk-Ar” .:. E8C06D7B-4A11-4626-9A0F-5CD12BB25D01 🎫 Con información recortada de La Jornada.
Page 3: News Business
Supermajor Oil Giant BP [British petroleum] sues “The Resistance” for infringing on the the pm side of the brand.
Accustomed and conditioned to think that the Sun does not set at their mini markets, Amoco Corp, wasted no time in sending the motion straight to Delaware, where Karine Jean–Pierre, a former Kamela Harris bodyguard and current Democratic candidate Joe Biden cheerleader, works.
Joy-Ann Reid, a former am weekend pundit sounded like a siren over former Republican chairman, Richard Steele, howling “Deny, Deny, Deny”, a low point, said the panel next to her on the Hollywood–like squares.
The Wailing Underground 📌B99C8125-C3CB-4C95-926E-F187019EB1F9 This is not a Time-delayed screen grab, no Sir, this here be your 9 o’Clock wake up call from Hilo, Hawaii… [I]n–motherfucking–deed
Looks like it’s going to be a never ending story, after The Ari Melver Show.
Revolutionary documentarian and film maker, Michael Moore escaped his captivity from the Ari Melver Newshour. The Flintstone took advantage of Ari’s absence while Aymen Mohyeldin was covering the bases and headed straight to Havana.
Phil Griffin, a captain of the 30 Rockefeller gang issued a search for Michael Moore, and Mr. Focker promised to be on the lookout to a departing PM Joy.
