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Ladies in Gemini : la Doble U presents: Cocaine Shark

This post is approved by the big V de Vuitton.

V is for…
Vulva
Vagina
and off-course…
Vendetta
Versailles
without forgetting
Viagra 

I’ll See You On The Other Side.

Meet Mí in Marseille, look up
I’m on the other side of the espectacular  

Espectacular de Plata
… continued from page 179 (If you are out of Schiltz’-es-ese) get a rosé:
_mange au lit. Autour, toutes les miettes, les paquets entamés. Un seul souhait : qu’il parte. J’ai peur de dire, j’ai peur de l’incruste. Je dis. Claude ramasse ses affaires et s’en va sans remerciement ni reproche, laissant ses débris derrière lui. Ainsi va sa vie. Claude a trouvé sa raison d’être à travers la Bagagerie, il en est devenu le président. Il se dit dans l’entourage qu’il aurait une retraite de La Poste, qu’il pourrait être logé en banlieue. Il s’accroche aux Halles. Claude est un petit homme, ses cheveux et sa barbe bien entretenue s’allongent, il prend des allures de vieux druide, style Panoramix.

Later in the programming team USA is charging against team ORANGE NAVEL, an A.I. flying squadron from the Nether-regions in the Benelux who could not cut the scene during the last World Cup in France 2019, champions without a cup by any other name, just like team USA who despite their Jaggernaut-status on the woman’s FIFA circuit, they can’t hold a “pay-check” to any of their male counterparts… meanwhile in Miami, Messi scored a double, and if futbol statistics were a slugger’s average, it would be safe to speculate that Messi is striking .400, period!

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Lucharaaaaaaán, dedos a tres caídas sin límite de tiempo

Team USA will find out later tomorrow in CET if they are holding a pattern not seen since the Theys of Alexander the Great in Egypt or even that skull-fucker Khan in Yehuling. With all fronts being local, Team France hit a wall with Jamaica and as Ambassador Asvazadourian in Mexico knows, it’s getting harder and harder to get across the border, and in French Guiana « Las Bleus » will be trying to keep up with the Brazilian Havaianas at high-noon on Saturday the 29th in CET.

 

Behind the Crane in New York… It’s the legacy of baseball in the Negro League, Mick Jagger stars as Tina Turner… one last time, and rolls over to second on a WYmann Error. WYmann, a founding father of Her Satanic Majesty Players switched teams at the turn of the Twenty First Century (on FOX) and joined the Ted Nugent Michigan Molestors League where he is lounging on a .237 batting average. Wymann got distracted from Keith Richards throw from the Mound of Venus (the big V, for Vulva) when he set his base-line on the bat-girl who was only bringing Bill his fucking Louisville Slugger so that he could do his thing. Naturally, when you are a star, (some guy at the White House said it) the Commissioner let’s you get away with it… just like with French police administrators, —apparently.

Jumping Jack Flash… motherfucker hits the light switch and he’s on stage before the lights come on.
Over at chez Meacham in Tennessee, Jon is enjoying his “Adult Needs” time with some fresh new porn–fantasy cinéma from the vaults in the cave de l’Excellentissime Monsieur Ambassador, Jon–Stone Asvazadourian en la Colonia Hidalgo (knot de Paris) de Barcelonnette.

 

En México, La Lucha Libre cumple 90 años… ¡ARRIBA JUÁREZ!!!

Senado de la República entrega reconocimiento a leyendas de la lucha libre mexicana

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Last weekend edition — Tonight

Imagine, AMLO if when you are president and John Mill Ackerman, your Transportation and Communications Secretary, Aeroméxico goes on strike, like say, Air France right now with Jupiter in France, how in the heck are you going to arrive to your first visit to Trump Hotel in Washington, eh?… gonna ride a Chihuahuense and connect to a Greyhound in El Chuco, pues?

Blackhole Sun… for the record, little Uranus is next to The Sun King, Right now…

So who would have thunk it, eh? It’s been one year and Three CHINESE DOG Days since president-elect Maron began to morph into that big gaseous ball in the sky called Zeus… called Jupiter. What a ride, eh?

One down four to go… Right now, los rieleros del norte de Nantes se estan preguntando y los stone temple pilots de Orly are wondering what else is ah–gonna–go, eh? }-—-~~~\*>  Uso justo de Sciences Po.

It’ll probably be an awkward moment when the Climate Change topic comes up… but right now, before the Big Kat works a double shift for the BBC —there are news to break: TORONTO.

TORONTO… context follows.

Tariffs, Syria, Michael Bloomberg’s check book, etcetera… etcetera… etcetera.

Viva la bald head! Hey purple wearing pundit at msnbc, coming up is Prince as an Irish Statement to the Vatican, eh. — Joe Pesci, love your work but in the End, Time showed you that You, ewe silly fuck can Go Fuck Yourself!, eh… anygüey Nicole, you should dial your satellite radio to the Siren freaq’s à Paris this week.

… and then there’s this whole Iran deal that little Ur-american-president–Anus is fixed on pulling out of his ass; and so, to opportunistically paraphrase Brozo the Shady Clown from last night’s post debate, that would be like a nuclear fusion Coïtus Interruptus, so! The Staff here hopes that Jupiter’s mission on this trip is more than a “bromance” with the [porn] Queen’s orangutan where all that Little Uranus wants to talk about concerns how to prepare a 4th of July Military Parade à la français.

Three days with LCI while Macron is at little Ur-american-president-Anus… context with Rachel Maddow Follows, eh!

Sir Ben Kingsley, as Costa Pasha, quote on Diplomacy, follows.

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