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36-hour They Clock — The French Touch

Six degrees of Avocados… it all tastes like chicken.

And, Representative Gatel, nevermind Stanislas… Öüï, will touch base with Joe Gainsbourg after the molletes³ con Comte cheese, right now it appears that Republican Presidential candidate and former Guantanamo Bay Prison opportunist, Ron de Santis is like the character of The Bear, a “French brigade” enthusiast who gets rid of the staff on his campaign who “advice” that motherfucker on the issues that the Florida governor doesn’t want to hear 🙉… like that report that delineates how “gay” babies are made, if true*, then —apparently the current Prime Minister’s parents where some philandering swingers.

3~. Floridians call that appetizer an, “open PHASE sandwich:
https ://blog .amigofoods .com /mexican-foods /molletes/

It’s a process, not just a fucking recipe.

The only snack that doesn’t need an Avocado 🥑, Haass… but we used some left-over diced aguacates for this dish, and Deer God, it’s fucking gooooood.

Six degrees of avocados, they all taste like chicken!

So take it, take another dice from my Cate de mi Corazón… agua pasa por mi casa, Maud, agua pasa por mi casier, cate de Mí corazón. And that is a Janis Joplin reference for Denis Soula at fip . fr, period.

Fuck the French Laundry, Gov. Newsom 🐻, fuck-the-French-Laundry.

 

any hoot(ers), Cousin… our molletes use a baguette tradition as opposed to a bolillo (pan francés), habanero instead of “pico de gallo” and this thing called “rillettes de canard”… Not Sure if the fucking duck was « enchaine ».

*~. but then that would make the whole Hexagone, the gay capital of The Globe, “So God made a dictator,” and the Lincoln Project now owes me ROYALTIES for that Paul Harvey, Venn circle.

De cualquier manera, Chan chan, de haber sabidó que Jacques Cousteau grew up thinking that if he cheated on his wife, los fetos en los vientres saldrían homosexual, I would have stayed in San José de Las Panochas.

Dios mío! This these myths is exactly why I came to La France… con tanta cruda, Maza, I needs lots and lots of Doliprane™:

““… a speaker at these catechism classes was able to declare that “abortion was encouraged because the fetuses were used for medicines, Doliprane in particular””.

https ://www .liberation .fr /societe /education /affaire-oudea-castera-au-college-stanislas-culture-du-viol-propagande-anti-ivg-et-anti-homosexualite-au-programme-20240116

En fin, hoy no hubo jazz, Maud Gatel, but the habaneros en esos moros con Comte brought out El Merengue, and I swear doña diputada that I did not tip Marjo for that set, but Öüï is going to profit from that ceremonia and just chill, unless of course Ewe wishes to dance.

Tú, January 2024 … “for a homeless guy, this nigga had incredible seats!”

 Got Schlitz, nigga?

Nope… but Eye has got a lot of roaches and Schiltz, and Ewe knows what Dear Prudence says: if youse out of Schiltz, youse Schlitz out of the creek, and out of Jazz on Poiter-Kaltenbach.

 

Good morning, Civil War and the planet’s vengeance on the developed world FOLLOWS, starting with The Land of The Rising Waves, Japan 🌅 🗾 🌊 of course, for the land of the free and the home of the great (Dee U.S. in A.) the only events that matter is the bottom line of the war and DEE PETROL industrial complex, like IS🫥RAEL.

If I Was A Nigga, by Paul Harvey:

So, that explains it… with a name like that, no wonder you can DREAM, —nigga. Fuck’n Hollande’s kids at The Lincoln in D.C.

 

Screen-target courtesy of the Israeli Defense Forces battle plan target selection on Tic 🇮🇱 Snap 🫰🏽 Toc.

🎥 🏄🏽 🎬

But first, Bloomberg News Red Sea Film Festival follows with the first feature in the competition “Subliminal Hinges”, starting Admiral James Stradivarius and Saint-Ignatius de los WaPos.

Synopsis:

Retired U.S. Navy, James Stradivarius, installs a door knob with the handle pointing 👇🏽, hilarity ensues when the Houthi Rebels post a TikTok post asking the good Admiral, “hey, motherfucker, how’s it hang’n’?”

Any, how… Denis Soula, little ol’Eye wishes your sorry ass and the Sirens a happy knew jeer 🤠 you son of a bitch!

It!, motherfucker, ain’t over until Marjolaine says so. She’s tonight Phat lady… 🪈 now blow Mí.

And then Susana Pubeda burnt Beyoncé’s house… Susana didn’t mean to, Denis Soula groomed Pubeda. And the rest was Oh, oh, oh 🎶 😼

Previously on, Dear: Tiny Tiny Cat

note to editors:
some of “the cats” names have been changed in order to protect the big elephant of The Wise Men.

https ://www .bbc .com /news /world-africa-55522236

Anyhow, Ashley Chevalier, it is for the best. Trust Mí, holiday flings are not meant to last. I knew last Friday that MGMT was going to have none of IT!, period*!

Stranger things have happened, so it’s Knot a long stretch (a random length) and tie the time that Ari Melber’s long lost illegitimate nephew, pictured ⬆️ above without dentils would cover the latest developments of the Florence Cassez enlèvement syndicate in France.

Heck, even “The Elves” at « El Patron’s » siege changed the freq’s to the CNEwS Matin beat. It appears that the illegitimate step-sister of Ron Weasley  runs things over yonder (at CNEWS Matines, not at “El Patroni’s” siege), Sin Embargo [Ashley] Eye told you that this post was KNOT about you (punto y coma) it has always been about our effort to reach the Media-Part. And in the following block… [see what Eye did there] i am going to attempt to land this bitch on Mr. Laske’s firewall, which happens to be headquartered just across “La Adelita” on Passage Brulon (75012).

But FO’ist!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ¡¡¡ÓRALE!!!— Öüï interrupts the programming to bring Yasmin Vassoughian’s green robe a message from “The Seven Sisters” via “Messier 45”, please stand-by for Dolly.

My fellow Tennesseans, Big Benders, and off-course, the Volunteers, I am coming to you from The Pleiades to remind you that the month of January is the Universe Be Kind to Food Servers Month, especially if these food servers are volunteers... or What‽ Did you think that the TRAY Shape (plateau en Frog-speak) of Tennessee was put on the map just to hold those fuckers in Kentucky on The Plate, eh‽

note to programmers: my fellow earthlings please do not try to adjust your settings, Dolly Parton’s voice must be modulated by Melissa Villaseñor on account that hearing Dolly’s pure unadulterated signal from across our known —and established— universe would rip your precious  timps 👂🏼 to shreds.

The outer limits… starring Claire McCaskill’s  sweater. Senator McCaskill, in case you are wondering is the long–lost misplaced granddaughter of Calamity Jane, the patron Saint of Missouri, The Ozarks and, the greater Saint Louis metro area. The sweater is an old prop of the trade and it goes to show just how many squares you can fit on Claire’s frame.

AND WITT that in mind, Stephanie Rulhe, don’t think that Öüï didn’t get to see you in green earlier before Ms. Jackson’s Dark garb, which reminds u.s. that January is also the “Midnight Rambler Awareness Month” or, as they call these fuckers in El Ey: Richard Ramírez Observance mess… look it up, because it’s Trou!!!

We now return to a Closer and Clear and Present MESSIER N° 45, —danger by any other tolls— and for D.A.T., Nicole Wallace gets to stick around, and here’s why General Powell, because “the rest of the story” gets to be enunciated in the voice of Paul Harvey, as read by former Prime Frog Minister, Mr. Dominique de Villepin. In this section you don’t even have to know how to play checkers, you just need to be certified as an ISO “Just-in-time” black belt Venn Diagram handler. And Witt that in mind, let me first introduce myself…

Hello, my name is Armando Segovia and you might remember Mí from Fall SEASONS classics such as “Octubre Tenía Que Ser” and “A funny thing got swept-up on the way to The Forum”.

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Hola, Guapa… it’s nine o´Clock in SIREN CENTRAL Time

6 de julio, 2018
66 TOROS y por lo menos un papá.
PAMPLONA Non Grata.

Still to come…

Well I took a chew just the other night
It made me feel just fine
I grabbed my honey baby and I pinched her ol’ behind
She said you better spit out that chewing terbaccer
If you wanna kiss me on the big ol’ smacker
That Copenhagen
It makes me feel so good

COPENHAGEN
Saint Ledoux.(Chris)

ISSY, Corazón… c’est la Journée Internationale du baiser 2018. PUCKER Up, ´cus here it comes; straight from the archives of a 2011 affaire.

Wait for it, wait…

Circa 2011… an Aussies and his Canuck girlfriend participating in the quintessential French National Sport, in Canada—of course… oh, Canada!

TimeStamp: SIX HOURS TO GAME TIME… in Central NATO Time; right now it’s 10 hundred hours in CET and, Chris Haynes, here’s “thing one”:

wait for it, wait…

in the mean time, it’s Hi–Noon with Dr. John and J.J. Cale in SIREN Central Time… muah!

Thing One: Papá No Importa.

Mean while… there are several ways to separate families, this month’s issue of the Queen of Sex (Causette) focuses among other themes (inside 100 pages) on the séjour à la maternité, or paternity leave, that’s nice… across The Chunnel, The BBC FINALLY hits the nail on the head on an issue that feminists have lop-sided in favor of the so-called weaker sex. In TRUMPLANDIA… it’s “Happy Days—Again” because a 14–month old baby was reunited with his parents, YEAAA!!! Nevermind that the baby was FULL OF LICE, unbathed for God-knows how long, and according to the FATHER OF THAT CHILD, traumatized.

Two Hours to Game—Time.

…in The Mean Time, the following must be read in a Paul Harvey voice.

And Now, “The Rest of The Story”
« Destiny »

“If I Were The Devil“… I would sit Donald Trump at the Center of the World. “If I Were The Devil,” I would make sure that he, Donald John Trump, was Vladimir Putin’s LITTLE BITCH. }—~~~\*>  Uso justo de todos los medios.