Oh, my Lucky Day! … told y’all that it was an L.A. Story

THREE AMIGOS!, follows:

Previously on “Romancing The Stone”, Esmeralda was looking up Roxanne’s Quarks on the Wikipedias:
Jefe: I have put many beautiful piñatas in the storeroom, each of them filled with little sup’rises.
El Guapo: Many piñatas?
Jefe: Oh yes, many!
El Guapo: Would you say I have a plethora of piñatas?
Jefe: A what?
El Guapo: A *plethora*.
Jefe: Oh yes, you have a plethora.
El Guapo: Jefe, what is a plethora?
Jefe: Why, El Guapo?
El Guapo: Well, you told me I have a plethora. And I just would like to know if you know what a plethora is. I would not like to think that a person would tell someone he has a plethora, and then find out that that person has *no idea* what it means to have a plethora.
Jefe: Forgive me, El Guapo. I know that I, Jefe, do not have your superior intellect and education. But could it be that once again, you are angry at something else, and are looking to take it out on me?

 

And in Paris, France, it’s night of the leprechauns part Tú, to celebrate the occasion, a Special Nighttime Edition of National Sports They is in effect, if you are currently making your way to the Louvre access to the shitty American mall at La Bourse de Pinault, please be advised that “da’Man” just locked the gates and the Kids are alright, on their way to la Place de La République on account that the Place de La Concorde is sealed like a pornstar at a Trump party…

Tonight i get to have a fireplace. It’s not cozy, but look at those optics.

… Good night, and good luck because in Hilo, Hawaii, La Kerschovas just sealed Last Week To They with spackling on them Frosted Snowflakes Charms, talk about Lucky leprechauns en l’Allegreto dans une Tati™ bah… bag full of piñas, piñatas y piñones. A whole PLETHORA OF Ñ’es-ese.

Act VII : Mr. Parrish’s free little shit kit at Air France™️

Disclaimer:

It’s really an L.A. Story.
Goooooooo, Dodgers!

Duro a la baila (1992) Track 7: Brujo Matías

 

PRINCIPIA is for fags, period!

Sin Celery,

Mr. Wednesday (not her dad).

Hyden in plain sight, y por eso lloro y canto 🎶

 

And, Roxanne, you probably think that this entry on the blog is about Ewe, but if you review the disclaimer Ewe is only a figment of SoFy Velasco’s imagination, now, since you asked about the door with a skateboard on it, “why don’t you come over here… and lend Mí your Comb », this off-course is your cue to jump to my happy place, after Father James reads this ACT on Monday.

Mientras tanto en Botzaris, la chalupa de Juanito GUANAVACOA no tiene vergas para amarrar ni una chingada vela… lo cierto es que en Tamaulipas, el pejército del Peje se anda parando el cuello, with the self-policing of The Greatest Narco Band since Juanito Guanabacoa used to ride motorcycles for the Bandidos de La POLICIA Judicial Federal… según los bluseros³ de La Madre Patria, Juanito Guanabacoa no sirve ni para Verga Seca menos para sanar palos.

³~. People who sell women’s blouses, knot to be confused with people’s who play at The Crossroads, o como dicen por’ay: en el Camino Viejo a Nazareth:

https ://www .nacion321 .com /estados /After kidnapping of Americans, 300 soldiers arrive in Matamoros, Tamaulipas

 

Keep On Tryin’ — Keep On Getting It On… In Local news, the Préfecture de Police de Botzaris secured a job for Juanito Guanabacoa (en su mero mole) la extorsión in the Motorcycle Corps, Juanito in this way is on his way, (nada güey, el wey) for his second French retirement account.

Orillese a la orilla.

https ://muac .unam .mx /objeto /orillese-a-la-orilla

Muchos azules, en RFPP… a Todd ahora de la RATP queriendo agandallar.

 

In this section, the “parrish” and/or its influence on the airline industry should never be spoken of for it would be unbecoming for the sobrecargos of The Wings.

El efecto del Ete… Puro Rock TAMAULIPECO a’Chilangao, but you will not hear it en Fréquence Paris Plurielle del 106.7 fm… because Juanito Guanabacoa knows nothing about picking cotton, knot a thing!

With that in mind, Öüï switches it over to Saint-Jacques Candle in The Wind 🌬️ Baseball Stadium where Father James hurls a fastball to the plate 🍽️ and that wooden crack heard like a single castagnette snap on the diamond can only mean one thing… Shame on Ewe, JIMMY “the priest”, shame on you for smearing the ol’booger on the threads. Shame on Ewe, Santiago!

https ://www .reddit .com /r /baseball /comments /11oljpw /one_of_the_worst_strike _3_ calls_you_will_ever_see/

 

The umpire must be deaf like a Bat if that sumbitch didn’t pick up on the nuance of that slug, I bet that if my bat had any champagne corks in it, that flabby Basterd’ would not hesitate to kick me out of the Talents and Skills Spring Forward Baseball Tournament at La rue de Ravioli.

https ://www .si .com /mlb /2016/07/22 /royalsyankees-pine-tar-game-brett-gossage

Line drive to the Outter-edge of Right Field where the batboy (fielded by Wednesday Addams) stops the action. Foul ball – strike two.