Hoy, fip no tuvo ritmo en su poe-eh-CIA

Hey Jude, say no to online cupids, and cyber-Celestinas, this is to say Marjolena Portenkalten-Hugo, de que “yo soy d’Esos amantes a l’ Antigua 🏴‍☠️… 🌹

Kill Mí now. What a let down after Marjo’s grand opening.

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Best Seats in The  House… box, best seats in The Box.

 

Spoken like a trou 🕳️ pro, Marjo… play ball!!!

Hasta la Victoria siempre, Dámaso, 🇨🇺

Hágale pues hasta con Vallenato, María.

 

Now find Mí, somebody to love.

Hey, let’s go al PMU 🐎⚽🃏

What in the world is Paul McCartney doing to They?

Nailed The Lunula On That Matrix, oeN 💅

— Who cares, let’s go to Mexico.

Eye dig news… don’t mind the 🍏 maggots—bite The Big 🍎 Apple.

But, comme d’habitude, SINatRA begins in Washington, where Nicole Wallace is having her own Saturday Night Massacre at the U.S. Justice Department and the U.S. Marshalls they don’t care because in the newest continent of Em# all, it’s the return of The Black Shirts and the motherfuckers are all wearing WHITE in Shining armor, and if you know who “Johnny” is, then sit back and enjoy 50 years of National Lampoon’s orchestrated by a tyrannical Jew who prefers to be called LORD, —rather than Sir.

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I’m Sirius, and you’re Knot.