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It’s Another 🕎 Tequila Sunrise 🌅 — Ode to Raul Julia (Policía Judicial³)

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Professor Davis ✊🏾 at The Independently Unified Ronald Reagan University District at Berkley…

Take another shot 🥃 of courage… or standby for my lover, Natalie Piolé, and that FRAÎCHE WaWa en Jarrón.

Pay no attention to Gomes, in the role of CARLOS, a former JUANITO GUANABACOA direct superior at the La Policía Judicial Federal, —de Tijuana:

Carlos: I haven’t seen any matador stand his ground like that since Abruza.

Big Pussy.

McKussic: He’s a pussy.

Carlos: He’s the finest matador in Mexico.

Note to editors, in Hilo, Hawaii, son las 23 horas y en la placita de los 260 Inocentes son apenas las Diez de la mañana, sin nada que reportar.

Yada, yada, Banzaïï !

McKussic: He’s a pussy, man.

Carlos: Why is that buddy?

But Seriously, Buddy… Take another shot 💉 of courage.

McKussic: I don’t know why. Look at him. Look at the matador, man. What does he fucking do? He dresses up in his… spangles and puts on his sequined jacket… and wraps that sash around his waist. Then he puts on his little pink stockings… and his hair up in a little pigtail. I mean, that’s a pussy!

Carlos: Ah! Whoa! 

The ˈpen-mən-ˌship’ on The Archives… “just the Phacts, ma’am », period!

McKussic: I mean… that’s what a bullfight is… it’s saying he’s a pussy. And we’re the bull. I mean, they got that thing and they wave it like a red flag. What do we do? We charge that sucker! And so, they always got the edge, ’cause they always know what we’re gonna do. We are fuckin’ predictable, man, and they’re just gonna stick it in… and break it off and that’s it and there’s not a fucking thing you can say.

Carlos: [claps] Bravo, buddy! So, what’re we gonna do about it? 

McKussic: What are we gonna do about it? Well, you die. You fucking die. That’s what you do about it 🐂 (period!).

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Ladies in Gemini, Denisa’s second They in the rank–files of the recently rejected happy people without a roof, finds her at the little Arch de don’Apo.

The day found Denisa en su mero mole, strollin’ the FO’ist 100 meters between El Caballito de Le Roi Louie Xiv and the Cour Napoléon Número Uno with a little charriot de Courses and an ensamble of Tati™ shopping bags and all the street command of the staunchest clochard de Fuentes†.

†~. Vilma Fuentes y sus clochardos de La Maub.

{and} Kerschovas… can Eye have that Big David Bowie 🐘 over Dere?

 

Please stand–by for coverage. Technical gremlins are usually the problem to confront, but today’s feature of A They In The Life is clear-cut organized grab-ass, a complete soup fucking sandwich. More on that after la hora de’Lonche en La Maison de las Olimpiadas.

Now Öüï Knows How Many Holes It Takes to fill a Circus tenth 🎪 .

 

With that wrench in the piano 🎹, “Let’s hear it for Denisa O‘Bell!! 🥸  … 🌬️ Ewe know my’name-Ewe now my’name 🎶 EWE kNOW my’name.

Denisa O’Bell joins Hilary’s former go-get the Colombian Chippendales on the Doctor Strange’s release of 2016, any hoot, Jennifer Palmieri’s production involves a little Mini™ Rosbif 🇬🇧 Ride, and the entire Republican 🐘 Party in the US.

The first to exit the clown ride is Georgia’s 14th District Republican representative, MarjoRam Taylor Green and, her entire entourage on the Perpetual Candle of the Third Reich trip.

At the Moo-vies, next to Brody, anything with Norton deserves a second serving 🇦🇷 and an original Gato Bola d’Or award and, an iPad™ 🇭🇷 of course.

Fly, pelican. Fly!

—Manny, look at the pelican fly. Come on, pelican!

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