Jump from, “By the numbers with nombres” y viceversa en dorso, off–course.
🌬️🎶 Yo! Ha’ ya doin’
Sorry Eye can’t get true
Why don’t Ewe leave your nombre y tu número?
De La Soul, putos!
From l’Alma, putos!
In Contexto:
¿Dónde te agarró el temblor?
La Crisis sin Chico, Che!
Won’t Ewe, come see about Mí?
Don’t you Simple French Fuchs Forget about Mí, because Eye, unlike otros ojos mexicanos lindos 🕵🏻♂️, Eye knows that l’Alma termina en dónde Longchamps comienza, es decir, en el mero culo del Caballo del General George WaWaLand en París, casi esquina con Tokio, el Palacio, —knot the Risin’ Sun 🌞.
Over at the Juanito Wannabacoa orbit, rfpp is sucking a big Bleu coq of Le Roi, no less. It’s not only tributary, but symbolic of yesterday’s Rosbif catastrophe.
†~. That’s French for nomenclature… Can Ewe, entendre moi bien, mon écoute?
But speaking of slaves, is there anything missing in this 🚾? Except for accountability, and a Bud™ if youse a lowly peasant, Eye can’t think of a doG danG ThinG.
In the WO’ids of Pundita Rhulita³: don’t hate the Game, hate the ⚽ FIFA ⚽ and the 🇫🇷 elite 🇫🇷, not the game 🌬️ :
³~. Stephanie Rhule’s, “Hate the Game not the Players” δ Hour.
Any how, SoFy Velasco is not scheduled to tell those tales that she tells so well, Dommage en Dimanche, and–so, Öüï (that motherfucker) is going to continue reviewing Cousin Joe’s criticism of Messi 🇦🇷, and substitute El Gran LIO, for the soup sandwich of Sir Kane 🏴.
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