Photo credit: El fotógrafo de la película que trata sobre el aborto en España y sobre los dilemas de El Primer Torero Porno.
••• Over at the Ketch’up Channel on El Camerino de Aguascalientes TV, the MSNBC’s Cuban connection is asking those fucking CANUKS and MEXICANS who won the soccer game? Knot because the Miami duo cares about the match, their sport is baseball. And Mr. José DÝAZ-Balart and Dr. Eye didn’t catch your name, never mind the approach, but please do stop calling out the 60K-plus soccer fans who are going to be flooding Cousin Joe’s Redneck Riviera and Little Havana’s COVID clinics and hospitals. BUT HEY! Ask the FED’s Wife! The match provides a good morale upboost for the mining industry Proprietor / Modern-day indentured asalariado relations.
For comparaciones para Madame Truska² at Le Cirque du Freak here’s Chicago’s interpretation of what Eye is talking about, el asalariado on the graph below is of course in TEAL, Mr. HAYNES, it’s always in TEAL, (unless el asalariadois a complimentary color) didn’t you watch El Huachinango del Sr. del TORO, —not to be confused con el pescado del Sr. Benicio.
Related topic from WaWa Land… Post-Jimmy Hoffa era union leader boss dies at the young age of 72. Who’s looking out for your Health Care Plan at your union busting job? In the picture, the Mexican Delegation of LA INTERNACIONALE SOCIALISTE, ElP.R.I., mourns the passing of Mr. Dick Rich Trumka.
Note to programmers. Corsican coodies are a hell-Ova sting. On/In another edition i might talk it over con El Sapo, relay it over to León and then maybe, —maybe— at San Severino, Eye will relay IT!, to Frida.
Los Hilos de Sasha • en colaboración con El Gato Enhuarachado presentan… another of Sun Tzu’s chapter at La Brasserie… now y’all have probably heard of “el gato volador”, ISSY Willie Geist it’s Knot One of Dos. AND Sam Stein, as a bullfighter yourself (check the scroll) Ewe, Of all Ugly Mexicans should know that it was the very Catalanes (knot Belmondo at Val de Marne) who in 1985 inventedFACEBOOK!!! IT’S TROU YOU FOOL! Watch Antoni Ribas’ “El Primer Torero Porno” which–by–the–way is Spain’s doppelgänger version of Neil Israel’s “Bachelor’s Party*”. The Spanish comedy (unjustly relegated to pornsites) foretells the arrival of a device that can sense and register when a person is in THE PROCESS OF READING A NEWSPAPER (punto y coma) the “device” also logs which page/section D.A.T. the newspaper reader is contemplating.
* If you look beyond the title of Antoni Ribas’ film parody of a period of post-Francoist Spain, you will find that the “tropes and gags” with Israel’s “Bachelor Party” stop at the following:
Oversexed/overdosed donkey (🙈) … probably imported from Tijuana.
An erotic nightclub (sans penis ni vulva) puro show. 🙉
Brest-es-ES, TiTis, Boobies and, of course Bum-bumbs. 🙊
short of that, Adrianne Elrod, the Spanish reel (not to be confused with El Real in Madrid) tackles issues of unemployment, feminism, ABORTION, political Technocrats infatuated by-the-then recent nostalgia of a by-gone Fascist regime inCatalunya, work-ploxtaition by nightclub empresarios, and immigrant “niñeras” from where else, but La France del BelMondo de Val de Marne… check the posters at the scene of “el camerino”… (not to be confused with Canal 26 de Aguascalientes TV).
Right now, our most esteemed (character) Fenster the copy editor is going to review Last Week to They and FO’D.A.T. Öüï Switch IT! over to El Chuco where Mister Voto Latino himself transliterated Sun Tzu’s Cuarta Transformación of Chapter 4 in the Art of RAW.
Pussy, not a nut sack is now the norm when streaking the Baseball Field. And fans seem to be OK with it. Evil Empire loyalists from the disgusting Yankees even came up with a kind of, sort ah, relative cántico honoring the brave pussy:
Brave cats know that “Transparency will lead to rejection”, but when right matters nevermind The Evil Umpire.
Y como dicen en El Paso, Texas: TE LO DIJE, and here is why Nicolle:
Mexican Foreign Relations Honcho, and the former best mayor in latin America, Marcelo Ebrard saw the opportunity and he took it. And i did tell you that Texas was going the way of México (punto y coma) and here’s how the PRESUNTO Alcalde CULPABLE of the recent Metro line 12 disaster in Mexico City did it:
MARCELLO Ebrard (the Mexican Mike Pence) not only understood the 4th Chapter of the Transformación de López Obrador, but also the importance of Texas democrats defending their existing positions, which they could not do because they are currently engaged on another Front in front of Capitol Hill in WaWa Land.
After the break, bouncer (cadenero) expert, and Babylon II Mayor, Bill De Blasio explains the next scene in the voice of Orson Wells…. wait for it, wait, in the mean time the student may, if s/he pleases review Héctor Lechuga’s classic “Adios Guayabera Mia”, which will segue onto El Palacio de Tokio en París (2012) where a “Cañonazo de $50,000 U.S.” was seen written on The Wall. Blue Demon was “El Maestro de Ceremonias” y JoLoPo ’76 the star of that gallery.
From page 188/9 of Le Peuple du Toro*) an excerpt of Orson Wells in Spain —_•!•_— Parasitismo Émotionnel: Une espèce de gens [qui] vivent des combats de toros.Económica y también emocionalmenteparce qu’il y a maintenant une nouvelle génération entière d’étrangers qui aussi bien que d’Espagnols passe un été entier pour aller de place en place assister à ces corridas…
“Why Thomas Jefferson’s Anti-Slavery Passage Was Removed from the Declaration of Independence”… only on BFM TV.
Off-Course, don Pablo Bartolomé, “el pueblo bueno” de Paris Centre, formally the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and, Fourth arrondissements of the current 75000-CEDEX Zip Codex, is going to interpret this monologue Draft as being about el artista, Roger Pérez—or even about you, Pablito.
Anyhow, don Pablo Bartolomé, i could unfold a lot and a half of post card-sized cards with an annotated log of exchanges between your former self at The Place Where Evry Body Knows Your Name, and me. But i am not going to do that, i will only unfold one however, and it’s from the first 72 hours from the time that your former life form and i met.
And because i always try to finish what i start, i told your homeless ass (ese) that someday i would invite you to Segovia, Texas —a ghost town— with half of the population of the Place Where Evry Body knows your name. And because the Country that you adopted as your own insists on shutting my Draft down, the only possible means to take you to Old Segovia Road is through this imaginary trip through the road to Hell… which happens to be in OHIO… whose capital is of course, Lima (knot Peru) and you are never going to guess what gets built there, in Lima, Ohio… not Peru.
Anyhow, Madame Mayor Anne Hidalgo, Socialist-Fr., the following is a LEADING QUESTION:
—Do you, Madame Mayor, support RAPE, or any other sort of micro-agressions, especially when these involve retribution for Politically Charged DIALOGUE?
Because if you don’t, Madame Mayor, then perhaps you should grant me, armando segovia, an audience, before things really-really derail and then BFM TV wonders how “the situation room” at Emmaüs got so out of control.
It should go without having to mention, IT!, but unless you [the non-reader of this blog] are in on the joke, like Willie Geist’s ophthalmologist is, then the fact that don Pablo Bartolomé was a Segovian by birth¹, should precipitate what follows in the next segment of my exclusive coverage of a lienzo that Öüï likes to call:
And in the role of Laura d’América, el tipo este: Antonio Banderas.
And you know, Roger, I too sketch the portraits of French presidents, the difference is that you and I do different things, por ejemplo, Mr. Pérez, this portrait is that of President François Holland, with the added CONTEXT of his then Minister of The Economy and current General Manger of the Paris All-Star at Vincennes’ First 150 Anniversary of La Commune. 🗣 93D326FC-8449-459D-BB32-1E161E3FEC29 🎨 From what i gathered from our exchanges over the past 4-years, 2 since i began to notice your portfolio of faces from the homeless, and the down-and-out on the street (two separate castes in the French system) is that you, “paint people from the street, as well as the portraits of the Presidents of La France”, my response is —so What? —What is the context? —Are you romanticizing the misery on the streets?
Armand, at le Thèâtre de Vampires, already registered that coven (punto y coma) so let’s transliterate the subject to the following:
¹.-)~ Or so he [don Pablo Bartolomé] told me when he first read my name on the list of SDF’s accredited to enter a very exclusive place in the heart of Châtelet where it should go without mentioning, Evry body knows your name.
Hoy no hubo Jazz. And, it should go without mention, that “I feel fine”, period
Key word here is “foreign legions”, not local why-no’s.
The Revolution Will Not Be Brought To Ewe by The American Priest at Saint–Estauche!
and You must remember this, i did mention 4 days agothat THAT ship was approaching; i’d draw you a picture of “the 1690’s projects”, Joy-Anne Reid, but i am too damn tired and besides, true-to-form the street wasted no time in letting me know that MADAME HIDALGO is happy to look the other way… let’s see what happens in another 4 days, Pablito.
1971… Öüï don’t needs know stinkin’ badges, like the Détente (C’mon Tennessee 💉🦠🧫, support National Vaccine[s] Day!).
And Alicia Menendez… a llegado la hora cuchi cuchi…. Di MARÍA; 22′ GOOOOOOOOOL, ¡y de sombrerito! Una bonita jugada para Galeano, a huevo que sí. — Fin de la primera mitad score is: Good PSG 1 – 0 Bad PSG //// Loss of Signal for this time-delayed update for Saturday, July 10 (Hilo Hawaii) is in effect.
Synopsis: let Mí think about, IT! But “Never gonna let you down” is next on the DJ track-blacklist straight from La Place discoteca and brasserie.
And Baby Blue, in Yello’ to They, KAZPR [won’t let Mí lie], or some Graf Frog doing his thing right now on my wall (it’s mine… i am taking it home) The Supremes [🎼 Ewe can’t Hairy, Love]are discussing your Porno [BongBum🎶] on the Capitol Hill sketch.
And Prof. NIKOLE Hannah-Bee–Jones, you know one alone can’t write this up. TENNESSEE is passing by (18h46 CET), followed by The North Star, check the log.
con jugo de Lima de limón,
“Yo te prefiero, fuera de foco… NOW EYE KNOWS that the world is coming to an END. Check it out, Madame Hidalgo, your PlaguesRégie thinks that he has an imagination, but he doesn’t. Allow Mí, to explain, IT!, for you. Now, Madame Hidalgo, Eye knows that your tourism board has seen Forrest Gump. Even the good people of the Pôle-Emploi à Evry have seen Forrest Gump. Any-hoot, Madame Mayor, your communication director might remember that scene (and your Armée de Terre might collaborate) where rain falls on Forrest from all directions, —even from the bottom-up, like The Good Reverend Al Sharpton explained to Nº 46 at the Top House. KNOT THE case in Paris! Every-body from Antony knows that rain in Paris must fit the cookie-cut straight down pour, especially on all poor sons-ov-Bichat, but not today, today the rain fell with a West-leaning slash; picture the Red Baron approaching nose FO’ist from La Dèfense hacía El Arco del Triunfo. I, armando segovia, TROUly bee-lieve that this is the Fault of Freddy Krugger… you are knot foolin’ anyone Dizaster 156! You think that dyeing your red strip Indigo Bleu is going to hide your spray?
In•deed Lindsey, IN-deed… Eye knows that there is a time difference between the ticker-tape’s over there and the river-tags across the street, but Mr. Velshi, what am Eye, an Android? Tomorrow means tomorrow, now pass that color Yellow and and let’s look at les IDÉES del Mundo de Le Monde, it’s part of the Shhhhhhh! Be vegui-vegui-Quiet and keep your mouth on shutdown mode, especially if the year is 39, on pages 28/29.
But nevermind the Pios, or as the French say, “C’est Si Bon”, « les archives du Vatican et les silences de Pie XII—frente al nazismo ».
Brian May is relaying to the “Motherlode¹” Bob the Plant, that Italy needs to go down just like Brazil should (later tomorrow) en La Copa América… ISSY, never mind Las Malvinas.
¹-.) A “lode” was originally a stream of water, but by analogy it became a vein of metal ore. Ask Webster, or that other French fellow, little Robert, Eye believes that that is what the ‘natives’ here call that wordsmith.