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¡Ok, napolitano! Tú quieres hacerte el americano …

The return of Fenster the Copy-as-he-speaks_writer:

https ://twitter .com /SegoArma /status /s=20

Ré-silience en Re-Silenzio… 🎹 📢 ♟️ 🎬

As with Évry thing French ⚜️, all that the ruler-in-Chief has to do is change the name of one racket 🏸for a motherfucking bronze paddle 🏓.

Cognac, one pussy punch at a Thyme.

 

Earlier on, “Thank’s 🇲🇦 for going ARMY” :

Nice job if you can get it, and Ewe can get it, if Youse All That You Can motherfucking Be, so long Ewe are very French when you do it, just like Jupiter did when he was in charge of placing the “mementos” of young-jews deported to Poland, indeed 🇲🇦, Be all the Napolitano that Ewe can Be.

What’s The Matter With Kids Today? — NOFX [whatso-fucking-ever] 🌉 Heavy Petting Zoo, (1996).

La Marine lance un cours de préparation pour aider les recrues à perdre de la graisse corporelle et à se qualifier pour servir… Oh, les Sacré Fritos de Notre Dame de fip French 🍟 and WHINE, — y’ah fat fucks.

https ://www .stripes .com /branches /navy /2023-04-21 /navy-sailors-recruits-fitness-course -9878715 .html

Rendition? That’s Greek for the Yanks and Chinese for the Frogs, them Rosbifs insist that their ancestors stopped at Caledonia and that there’s no such thing as an “Australia”, arguing that it’s all a Mel Gibson production like the one he produced about la Gran Tlaxcala.

 

Any how, the fries are always crispier on the crispest high-definition screen, take for instance last week’s numero uno of Le Parisien as Öüï compares apples to apples and chicks for peas:

Pomme de terre

La grande dessertion

One in three young-bloods throws in the napkin before the end of their meal course. This is a phenomenon of unprecedented proportions, [bigger than a Quarter Pounder or one of those faggety Le Royal™Deluxe] a sign of the lack of attractiveness of military chow as compared to The Melle. Pitch Award advertisement sector pretentious mignardise.

Hechos del dia ~ P. 2  y 3
N° 24463 ; vendredi 21 avril 2023

Got Ketchup?

On the next América does Benny Blanco from Belleville, Chi Chi goes to Napoli ⚽… El Niño Luc 🤔 stays in Milan but Saint-Germain-des-Prés don’t care. More Happy™Meals 🍟 at Odéon. That fucker Delacroix is all giddy with Jacob at Saint Sulpice, probably because🎷 Slick Willie’s 🎶 vibes remain at the Orthodox joint below 🧀 from that ol’Wake of the Guy who told his UN guy to just say no.

But FO’ist!

I promised you a Wall for the next Grand Mexican Gig in The Sky, for now i’m-ah—gonna-drop this PAYwall first just for bibliographical purposes and for a semi-fair sort-of use of ALL MEDIA:

https ://www .leparisien .fr /economie /emploi /un-petit-tour-et-puis-sen-vont-ces-soldats-qui-plaquent-larmee –21–04–2023–

Let’s talk shop, motherfuckers, “Chop-chop, let’s go-go” you are all burning daylight and Marc Conruyt at the French Army recruiting siege of Saint-Mande [Ud., Mí Général] is about to get a re-fresher course in Guerrilla Grills and other assorted value meals out there.

For starters, the French Army (in France, of course) might very well be the largest employer of The Fifth Republic, but I bet you Serge Gainsbourg’s piano 🎹🚭  that I know which CLOWN [who coincidentally has been missing for a good LUSTRO or so] comes in second:

 

… and not to be outdone by César’s DAUGHTER, Juanito Leguizamo crosses The Poto’MAC, —The Pot’Omac, son! The Poto’MAC.

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Twenty-four — Reefer Madness with Denisa Kerschovas — Part FO’

Being for the benefit of Morning Starr… Baguette bitches! Baguette 🥁. And, GO’ill de Niza, I am not being facetious nor Hyper-diaBolic when Eye Tell Ewe that i practically dwell in a “niggaloo”, but that is only because French ex-president François Hollande and his Barcelonnette crew designed the cardboards.

 

🤸🏻‍♀️  https ://edition .cnn .com /travel /article /travel-warnings-other-countries-us-violence /index .html

“God Bless, the U.S.A.”
Sincerely, Lucifer (a.K.a) “el diablito”
…🏀 now get off my fucking YARD.

🤸🏻‍♀️ https ://www .bbc .com /news /world–us /two-texas-cheerleaders-shot-after-one-gets-into-wrong-car

🎶 Oh, Mickey you’re so fine
Youse SoFYNE Ewe BLOW MY MIND,
—Hey, Mickey. Hey, Mickey.

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Ruby Thursday, because Tuesday’s gone… and how about The Rust on that set, —eh? “Pleased to meet, you. Hope you‘ve guess my name.” Eye did warn you about “Drawing the line ».  Here is the arrow ⬆️.

Previously on, —a New Edition… today we find La Kerschovas pissing along with The Tasmanian Devil in Australia on the Trail of the 🇨🇦 Chaffey brothers who after snatching the Fountain ⛲ from the Californios in Kukamonga left to found the settlements of Mildura, and Renmark, Australia… those motherfuckers.

“So it goes… ». God bless The USA.

But first, we switch it over to Niggaloo Reef… er, where a hybrid Eclipse just served as The Great Gig in The Sky, it was really nothing more than them Venn Diagrams that I have been writing about for the past six or seven years.

Of course, MONEY is also a track on this jam, and on today’s edition of AUSTRALIA IS THE ENEMY, them Aussie’s are doubling-down on their government’s travel advice to The United States, in América.

It used to be, as early as the month of January, just two and a half months ago, that Australian travel advisories to The United States, in América, used to note to their ex-con citizenry that “NRA sponsored Gun Violence” usually left tourists alone, but now those same ex-con government officials in Perth, have updated their warnings to include car rental car-renting tourists on account of the recent spike in murders on driveways and Shopping Center PARKING LOTS.

https ://www .urbandictionary .com /define.php?term = Niggaloo

And, Eye quotes:

Yheeeeea, Bark at The Moon… Um-uh, um-uh, —yeah. Bark at The Moon. Ah-uuuuui!

The Other Side of El Mundo de Le Monde

Pineapple Express News presents: it’s the  4/20 edition 2023, the dawn of the 6th Republic in France.

 

Synopsis : Charly Brigante walks into the Pôle-Emploi, at the C.V. island Saso Porcel is looking for ‘chamba’ sin ganas de encontrarla, Benny Blanco is waiting in cue and Florence Cassez is wondering if her Pôle-Emploi royalties are going to transfer to the new France-Travail.

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https ://www .lexpress .fr /economie /emploi/droit-travail /france-travail-qui-remplace-pole-emploi-quest-ce-qui-va-changer

Allegretto at chez Los Feliz in El Ey… Ji, ji, ji⁸

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.

Öüï finds La Kerschovas nut-cracking her way to the ballet 🩰

Breaking Knews… 18 minutes later, Phat BASTERD’ was evicted from France Musique, the Jazz prog., went for back up with Susana PuVeda and the rest is Banzzzzzaiiii. But that’s only because Eye is feelin’, Ewe know, Japanese. Sources close to Dennis Soula (that motherfucker) relay that the Sirens hid “El Niño Luc”, on account that Eric Deutil had not had supper yet.

In Local News, President Macron headed over to AmesterFUCKINGdam following his Honey Visit with the Pooh in CHINA, “in SHINA », y’all!

At The Turkish Track Follows… “Reach out, touch Mí ». And Phat Basterd’, Ewe Sum of a Biche, in case the love of my 19h in CET is wondering, I am the addition but Two of my 4 favorite countries continue to substract, and in “RELEVOS Australianos” no less. It is as the DM said a long long time ago: Évry Thing COUNTS!

 

Over Bretagne and The Eden Project next to Plymouth we sail across the Celtic Sea to witness what in the Funk is Robinette doing with them Clans.

Across The Atlantic, “the former guy”, as Little Nicole likes to refer to Président Macron’s former “best friend” just projected in Réel Time what Vladimir Putin is going to do with France if WINNIE Pooh in China turns Marianne into his personal bitch.

Sources close to Trump Tower and within earshot distance from the former president Trump, HO’id that HIJO DE PUTA say that he was just “busting” Emmanuel’s balls.

Put a bow on it.

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Fuckkkkkkkk, Eye didn’t think

Indeed, that’s a real Mexican Avocado

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

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

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.

 

Dear, Anne Hidalgo… please forward to Mr. Macron

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.

Tenth Avenue Freeze Out — Living in a material world (1973)

Previously on, The Situation’s Fuck Up—
—El error de Marcelo

Full Disclousure:
we, the staff of this most non-consequential blog wish to come forward with the confession D.A.T. Indeed, Öüï is a closeted Boston fan.

Witt that in mind, Rachel Glasses just happens to stroll into the scene, Avi Velshi is on the scene.

Inter mezzo : el corrido del aguacate

Now y’all probably heard (on the Johnny Canales Show) about el famoso “aguacate” en la voz de mando de Los Bravos del Norte… y, no, no es una d’esas Mick, because contrary to what David Guetta would want y’all motherfuckers to believe is that los aguacates de la Banda, no son iguales a los aguacates de La Sierra, ni mucho menos como los aguacates del género Norteño.

https ://es .wikipedia .org /wiki /Género_musical

—O.K., willWe’ll give some land to the niggers and the chinks, but we don’t want the Irish!

Evry Body!!!

Evry Body!!!

Olson Johnson,
Rockridge (at Burbank Studios) Chamber of Commerce.
Blazing Saddles, Ltd.

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Maggie Thatcher agrees:

Ain’t nobody, Chaka:

 

Intermedio con Perry Mason — The Hispanic parcela episode

PSA: Attention travelers, somewhere in the North of France, (côte de Bretagne) there is an open–air expo dedicated to Latinoamérica.

Season 01, episode 04

https ://www .jornada .com .mx /ultimas /cultura /2020/07/14 /hallan-restos-del-palacio-de-axayacatl-y-una-casa-de-cortes-4182.html

Perry Mason was a “spick”, y’all!!!
According to them Downey’s in:
El Ey ese.

Historical fantasy

Fair use of El Ey’s historical fantasy on HoBO TV .:. A77828E4-BE83-4166-ADF1-449BD42F3E16 𓀦 … for the record, “Phillipe” is Canadian, not French, legend has it that Philippe Chaffey, a sibling of  George Chaffey, from Montreal, Canada, headed West from “The Inland Empire” that he helped build with his cousins (and the Mexicans that became American there) and settled in place that would later become Tarzana, where he opened a French cuisine resto. Philippe thought that the locals would get a kick from the restaurant’s name if he dropped a “p” and added an “l” on account of all of the Felipes that worked in the kitchen of his restaurant. The French dip and Tripes à la mode de Caen were the star items on the menu, especially after a “cruda”. 

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And in Washington, the world learned that Katty Kay’s friends in SPAIN have pretty big fucking apartments; what Eye means to say, is that if you can walk three fucking miles without leaving your confines, then the title that precedes your name is probably INFANTA, or something like D.A.T.!

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Meanwhile, beneath the Historic (Colonial) Mexican “paycheck loans” building, known by the locals as “Monte Pio”, history rhymed with the keyword of the week: Hispanic, as in ‘relating to Spain’, por ejemplo, Robert Downey Jr., perhaps you’ve heard of the Shriners, they worship our patron saint, Momo, the god of comedy. And perhaps, Mr. Downey, you are acquainted with a bunch of crusaders of Cash called The Masons 𓄂.:. and oh–by–the way, Mr. Downey, those 4 dots in the form of a triangle are just another way to say « therefore» so don’t read into them but do consider, it!, a segue to this little “cultural” nugget between you, Sir, and the Kingdom that developed the Castilian language, which is now commonly bunched under the more democratic “Spanish” language, which brings us to the following:

“And I think for a man whose native tongue is Spanish to be able to put together a phrase like ‘cultural genocide’ just speaks to how bright he is.”

your words, Mr. Downey, but between Tony Stark and The Hulk: fuck Alejandro González (and all of his compadres and comadres here in France) and that is all that I, Armando Segovia/Armando Serrano Prieto, is going to say about the great Iñárritu:

https ://www .latintimes .com/robert-downey-jr-makes-racist-remark-about-mexican-director-alejandro-g-inarritu -312046

My point is that all Shriners are Masons, but not all Masons are Shriners.