From the producers of Band on The Run

Deer, Marjolena Porten-Kaltencuadros:

Por El Arco de Trump – KUSH 1gram Twenty Euros… We Can Work It Out ; 2 grams for 30 Euros.

Please relay to the president (of Africa 🌍) that Öüï can work it out.

Trascendió, que luego de superar la experiencia de ser un “beatle” Macca decided to take his chivas¹ and canes² (including Linda³) to Scotland, years later, half-a-century (give or take) a post-Beatles documentary would make its way to the Morjo Show at Times Square, a heavy blizzard covered the Big Apple’s skyline, nobody came, travel restrictions were in-effect and, Father McKenzie finally figured out why nobody heard that sermon that he (himself) wrote the words for (before The End) and it turned out that it was because the producers and the control room monkeys at Morning Joe muted the intro and the cocksuckers failed to “dub the mic on the piano“. Additionally, the audience learns that Paul never broke a glass on account that John had already replaced all the glasswares into plastic from the Ono Company Band… so yeah, Paul never broke a glass but he did shattered a window, by traveling at the speed of sound.

¹~. Chivas, not the whisky but all of his household items ; “chivasin old Mexican sayings are someone’s belongings, or « affaires » if youse French. Note to editors : sus pinches chivas no son lo mismo que sus putas chingaderas.

“Ira-lo, ira-lo… ¿ta’contento “el viejón,” o quiere que el 🦮 le guise un huevo?

²~. Canes (pronounced Kha-NES), this one is straight out of the traditional dictionary but just to save you a trip to la biblioteca, all dogs go to heaven except one, Xoloitzcuintli, this dog is tasked with guiding the dead to Mictlantecuhtli, and in this segment that Aztec diety is portrayed by “El Pirata de Sinaloa“.

³~. Jo-Jo’s first wife 📸 .

Freddy Cats en Montreuil-S-B and Los Amigos de Pablo Gleason en París presentan:

All of a sudden, Évry body wants to have their TUNA and eat it too.

Entonces… pay attention to them patterns and you should be able to predict what comes next.

Ici c’est Paris… goooooo, 🇧🇭 PSG ⛽⚽🛢️🏆

Sponsored by El Jabón del Perro Agradecido y la cárcel de la calle Stanton en El Paso, Texas.

Blow Mí, Denis Soula… blow mí two times and Dimitru Pas, fuck you too!

Ladies in Gemini… Brandford Marseilles and The Chicos Tacos Orchestra.

Life goes on… up next it’s Strip-Tease Orgy, or some ogro en orgue. I told you César Le Benevolent that this FIFA tournament was going to be some pornographic shit on your brain, Issy–Youse-gonna-get-a-hard on when the Irony of Health Care is going to be in Bruce Springsteen’s turf.

Ahora sí, “a todos los que quieren y aman el fútbol” Chelsea Lately was a 50 Cent ho… Dime (10 cents) a dozen, Issy-that’s-the-LEE Marvin kind, not The Six-Million-Dollar Lee Majors crack ⚽ which will prove a worthy pack of cunts against Luis Enrique’s boys in The Garden State, just like that fucking stadium is just for show because New Jersey is neither green, and the Met-Life scam is no Health Care at all, unless you are Jeff Bezos or one of them cunts.

A Jupi Shade of Soul… Ray Barreto, “el chacal” del Swing Tlo’piCAL

Se baila así… and Gaëlle Renard, you Foxy bitch! I bet that you did KNOT know that FIP, —yes fip, was invented not by the Very French, but by Mexicans in the year of our Lorde 1969 in Acapulco, where coincidentally Elvis Presley was crooning to the vacationing “mama citas” that it was not “Siesta Time”, it’s Cerveza Time! that’s what Elvis’ « madrinas » said.

From Acapulco to Madrid con escala en París — Forgetting to Remember and remembering to forget.

… and Alicia Menendez, Assad has left the building; Assad is now in Acapulco, which should put Representative Tulsi Gabbard’s support of the Dentist in Syria in SIESTA mode 😪, period!

Anyone who describes yesterday LAIC ceremony at Notre Dame de Paris (km. 0) as a “mass” knows shit from piss. Yesterday’s cérémonie was not a mass, —it was a ritual not unlike the ceremonies conducted inside of a .°. masonic .°. lodge, in Acapulco, por decir. So, with that in mind:

for the record, Carla Bruni, her sober black belt and, her Christian Dior outfit which she had already worn way back in 2008, returned TO FRANCE “le chic” which had been missing since I (Armando Segovia) noted to the French consulate fonctionnaires in Los Angeles, California, on Sun Set Avenue, just how bad-ass Sarkozy was; and if your name is Dr. Johanne Poisson, “girl Ewe know it’s True”, i provided the VOICe for the lip-synched presidencies of Hollande and (Donald Trump’s bitch) EMMANUEL MACRON, anyhow i did tell you back in 2008 that:

Évry body wants to be a cat,
and Bruni Sarkozy was the only camera-shot worth admiring next to the monumental CRAFT of stone, wood, glass and of course METAL, baby.

People of The Who, who know… know that They Call Mí, The Breeze³

³~Trash Pandas in Escondido, especially that Arrogant Basterd’ know that Paul McCartney is the illigimate bastard son of Aleister Crowley and Margie Cameron.

Sun King… tonight at 🎱!!!
Quando para mucho mi amores de felices corazÓn
Mundo paparazzi mi amore chika Fredy parasol
Questo obrigado tanta mucho que canite carousel 🎠

Dazed and Confused… first Joe Scarborough praised Macron, but now he’s all FRUMBED up about it and manSplaing his trip to Mar-a-Lago.

En primera edición, Lorène de Sus Abeilles sang Na-na, na-na con McCartney en la defensa, sources close to Marjolena relay that in Tepito, MX., Susana Poveda was caught eating tacos de Kagogi Koreano at a dive where Los Diablos Rojos ⚾ danced el Son Satánico.

Any hoot, Penelope Binoche, it’s TROU 🕳️ it’s all true: Évry body wants to be a Clochard just like Homer used to sing.

King of kings… Simba. Grrrr 🦁, no wait! GraOWL 🦉

 

guess that’s why THEY say that “when you wish upon a Star makes no difference Who Ewe are,” for your Sins you’ll get one.

… and one final thing, Carlos Salinas de Gortari, Paul McCartney and of course Beto O’Rourke walk into Rosa’s Cantina Bar and Grill, hilarity ensues when Joe Scarborough does Henry The Horse.

SILENZIO…

Hit The Bell 🛎️

Next on, “Alicia Menendez, columnist professional.”

It’s a mattress full of Paul and if you claim Gibraltar as your own, the Taxman is gonna get you, RIGHT about now, lowly rosbifs wish they were from Spain, despite the new Nazis celebrating at SAN FERMIN.

Baby yer’ a Rich guy too

From the creators of “El Primer Torero Porno” and the Mexican classic, “Box, Toros y Lucha”, comes the tale of “The First Billionaire Beatle“.

Synopsis: not today. Hoy no hubo Cinéma en fip . fr … Susana Poveda went AWOL and sources close to LA MANCHA say that Pubeda is “pretending” to make ART ROCK, on a LEAR JET in France. It’s a special edtion of “Certains l’Aiment : MONEY”, featuring John Lennon as, “I Told You So, Öüï can get married in Gibraltar“… Just ask, ANA BELEN and that guy she married there :

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… and they’re off 🤓 not to be satisfied with all of their POUNDS, Mann U wins PREMIER League as “Poor Arsenal” goes the way that FURY went³ on number 9, number 9, number 9,…

³~. Struggling.

Baby you are a Rich man… and did anybody catch how  FURY was singing “HELP!” on the ring?

Eat at Le Cochon Très Cher.

In case Alicia Menéndez wonders… this is Six Degrees of Fruit Loops on the Bacon.

Ladies in Gemini please be advised that the following presentation will pick up right after the last American movie 🍿 released before the events in Dallas, Texas, which put an end at to Camelot in the U.S. of A.

The main character on that script [Wheelers Dealers, 1963] ushers in everything that Donald Trump thinks that is, or was, depending solely on the outcome of the next American Election at la maison de la radio over at 117 avenue du Président Kennedy.

Boing… a look back. Hey, Frida Kahlo! Take a look at the fuselage on that woman!

— So, you speak Italian!
— No, not really it’s just a little Wetback Spanish.

The Days of Wine and Roses follows, featuring “The one and Only Billy Shears” eating the rich 🤑 and boasting to Lemmy “♠️” Kilmister that Paul had broken a glass and Ringo didn’t care knowing first hand that Faul slept on a mattress stuffed with dough.

Constipation theorists at work.

 

Suffice to say that by the time Susana Poveda records tomorrow’s Certain l’Aiment show, Jodi Foster will have turned off the Auroras and use both Bret Senior and Bret Junior to transpose Mel Gibson onto the Yucatán peninsula to bring you the latest instalment of Mad Max via La Argentina.

³~. Kitchen Patrol. Bus Boys in uniform.