With all due respect… wanna know what rhymes with Rancy?
³~. 2001… Brad Pitt tries to smuggle a weapon across Mexico… fast-forward to 2023 when the U.S. Ambassador to México re-hashes the FAST and FURIOUS gun-walking program with Aquaman at the wheel (punto y coma) the new Start-up is titled: The Last Mile, but the TRAMA is not about guns, but about the latest drug of choice for the Nephews of Sam 🇺🇸.
Breaking the news, for Ewe, deer Emilio: en el otro SANTIAGO de 🇨🇱, la voz de Pinochet is back.
From El Mundo de Le Monde en l’AFP, de l’EFE y, de l’APRO:
Ultra-right march in Paris: the prefect of police of Paris the Paris prefect of the police, Laurent Nuñez, assumes [la responsabilité por] not banning the parade. According to the senior official, the procession could only have been prevented by proving the existence of a clear risk of disturbing public order.
https ://twitter .com /SegoArma /status / dear AFP Sorry for your loss /sin celery: ARMAN {do} S. =20
Sources close to Armando Segovia on this most non-consequential blog relay that the senior official ‘s balls (aguacates in Náhuatl) at the préfecture de Cité only grow when Mexican Wetbacks disturb the local hartistas en le Quartier “latino” de La MAL 27 del Festival de Jazz de Saint-Germain-des-Prés when these talented SAPOS, en el Barrio latino of The Paris Tourism Board do the good work of France ⚜️ Culture.
Le Monde avec La Bendita AFP
Posted yesterday at 7:43 p.m.,
modified at 4:21 p.m..
Gaslighting with gas stoves and Russian gaz.
⚜️🖌️… and Roger, ahora píntame uno de tus French présidents junto con les clochards, go ahead, it’s ok. It’s part of the Melle. Pitch Award 🧏
I was en proceso, recordando aquellas sabías palabras del artista Roger Pérez:
³~. Based on the Tale of Antoine Compagnon and some guy at SciencesPo moonlighting as Time Magazine man of the « ᖌ ᕮ ᕮ ᖇ », period!
SOUS LE HAUT PATRONAGE DE MONSIEUR EMMANUEL MACRON, PRÉSIDENT DE LA RÉPUBLIQUE
Now That is What Eye calls — Gobbledygook.
But first, … :
it’s the weeping Frenchman aux Champs-Elysées… a tangent that reminds the non-readers, that History does not repeat itself, it echos and rhymes, but it doesn’t repeat. That would be a glitch in the matrix, and the Conseil d’État would simply not shot itself on their foot 🦶🏾.
I tell you what, Marie-Ange Schiltz, it’s a damn shame that Monsieur Malraux forgot to send an invitation to Pablo back in the ‘they’, but then again if that fickle fucker, Malraux pas Pablo, would have had the balls to send the invitation to Pablo, then the “creator” of the so-called Fifth French Republic would have had to cancel his subscription to The Sacré Sinarchist en Tierra Mojada.
The Oval pussy… it beats the Socks out of The Clinton’s Cat.
Tierra Mojada by the way is Guadalajara, in Spain… Eye has never been but “they³” tell my that the Madre Patria is going dry, like beef jerky dry. Guadalajara is where Emilio’s granddaddy wrote Cielito Lindo for Televisión Azteca, which of course is a subsidiary of fip . franche, period.
Charlie, the Donald Trump of The Estévez Clan… how do you think that D.A.T. nigga D.A.R.E. caught SIDA? By being shy? —C’mon now! Charlie got AIDS because he didn’t wear a glove while he grabbed them between the legs… I bet Donnie Deutsch thought that I was going to bring Mika’s big Fat Pussy [cat] into the den, eh, Donnie Deutsch? Didn’t ya’?
Mika’s Satellite Sealing. Viewers discrétion, ad VICE!
Pago en especie…
…
