Tag Archives: Redd Sonya Mellah y Pella — Ladaniva

Attention all units… there’s a Red chinche at the museum 🖼️

Chinche spotted at the Picasso Museum in Paris. Visitors are advised to not, Öüï repeats, Tú Knot 🪢 sit yo’fine asses on any cushioned Share.

³~. Blanc no more. You are welcome 🤗

 

From the electors of, “My Niggas In Paris” and Enrique Peña Nieto, comes the story of Ayotzinapa at El Teatro de Châtelet.

But First: Denis Soula is a fucking Chinche…

There is a Chinche on Deadline, period!

La chinche de Pablo, the most pussy-whooped of the carte blanche 🎺🎺🎺 📎

And here is “Y”: 41:29 (Uhfff!) , 41:31 (Ahaaa!) , 41:33 (Wheau! — facile, eh…) , and then BANG!  42:13³ (AU!… followed by a very disimulado suttle-sounding squirm with an urgent desire to respond in real time) 

³~. She Came In Through the Siren’s Radio exactly when Redd Sonya Mellah y Pella annoncé the album AURORA (punto y coma) on the Act Music & Vision label, featuring Verneri Pajuelas… perdon, Verneri Pohjola’s: FOR THREE

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /fip /podcasts /club-jazzafip /carte-blanche-a-ladaniva- 

Sponosored by: “Eye can’t believe it’s not butter“, and the council for the “Friends don’t let friends smoke CBD“… no sea culo y fume mota!

Eye gotcha, bitch!

 

… news from the Tur is that she is driving, and she don’t care, witnesses heard a “beep beep and beep y yeah”

And, Nicole Deadline… Australia is the Enemy. IBID.

The Fry Attachment Rate, by François a la patate

LAS CHINCHES DE DOÑA VILMA en PARÍS

Now in the lexico del campo glosario of the BISTRO sphere in Paris, the names of the bricks, like the ideology of the BISTRO clientele’s IDEOLOGY might change, but the physical address stays the same, —unless there’s like a major REGIME change, in which case, the streets, the avenues and of course, its boulevards change the heros and the events.

It used to be the BoBar…
continuing with page 181 of Marie-Ange Schiltz’ “cajonería³“, this is the final paragraph (V) of page 181 and it adapts a little something like this:
Alexander, my dear Alexander, with his uncertain reasoning, jerky speech and thick, almost incomprehensible British accent. English, I think he’s a class act. He used to be a teacher, they say. Alexander scours Paris, I walk a lot. We’ve met several times around Montparnasse.—
End of Page, jump to page 182

 

³~. … not to be confused with “co°jo°nes° because La Bagagerie’s setup is basically a collection of cajones; but yes, baggage is reason for those cajones to be;

Whoooop*, there it is 🍟 FRENCH GIRLS BLOWING TRUMPets:

It’s DINAH thyme 🎺

https ://asegovia3 .com /2017/04/29 /french-girls-blowing-trumpets/

Page 182, La Jornada con y sin chinches, y se adapta así para Primero Mis Huevos y luego, y luego mis Hot Cakes:
So British, he goes the distance. Our surprise explodes joyfully and sincerely on the sidewalk. As always, our interactions end as abruptly as these began. Alexander goes his way, I go mine. We turn and greet each other. We haven’t said a word, and yet I know he’s as pleased as I about this unexpected encounter.
¶1, page 182.

 

https ://asegovia3 .com /2017/04/03 /glosario-y-campo-lexico-spectacles/

*~. Sorry if I dismembered your jingle… got Ketchup?

After the break, it’s The Exorcist, ISSY, your mother sucks Coq at La Maub del Cardenal Elmonje de Lemoine en El Anahuacalli… HOY POR SER, día del reparto de tierras del Tata Cárdenas, te venimos a cantar. Ejido Sies de Octobre, —presente.

It used to be Le Maubert, now it’s just another place to suck Coq. Rumor°Osa calims that the coq is not even French, Kosher or dare EYE say, Halāl! Sources close to Vilma Fuentes en las Tres Puertas de La Maub relay that el gallo is none other than the infamous “GALLITO INGLÉS”, aunque usted no lo crea.