Norwegian would — Dear, Ambassador Power

Context on AI [place holder] follows… in the mean while Öüï hopes that the Unesco helmet is comprehensive enough to talk about how them huevos ortodoxos and that watermelon got on the photo widget of the “aiFon”.

Anyhow Cerf-panthère, never mind the sports section that follows, have a seat and disregard the “gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields” on your (Nº 3624) Friday National Edition, instead let’s focus on what the afro-sporting 36-year old woman on page 3 has to say about chance encounters with the Law and let’s overlap that scene with what the Mexican president is saying about diffamation.

🇬🇧 ⚽️ bayrak ⚽️ 🇬🇧

Yup… still holds the “silverware” that really matters.

Previously on, “The empire on which the sun never sets”… Henry Kissinger arranges la Copa Libertadores of 1973 (punto y coma) fast forward to 2021, ANTONY J. Blinken arranges the Armenian “G-word” question against all Turks and establishes that indeed, Australia is the Enemy.

https ://www .nytimes .com /2021/05/06 /us /politics /blinken-ukraine-russia .html

It’s the Top of the FO’ist and at the Plate is non other than the father of “The King of ROME », Anne Hidalgo is pitching a perfect game and President Macron just stole a horse… that madafucka!!!

Over at Centerfield, Willie Mays screams at the top of his 90-year old MENTHOL BnH’s smoking lungs:

HEY There _madafakas_ somebody has to explain to these Frogs that they are supposed to steal the BASES, not the horseys!!!

Let’s check the numbers before Öüï “Let it be”… 9FC36C8A-39D2-4EDD-8916-11FD4186DDBB 🥎 YUP!!! That fucking peace-loving Grunt is on sale A Gain! €3.99. Needles to say: operators are standing by.

… [A]nd Loss of Signal, we have to stop meeting this way, —why way out here in The Atlantic— with your: of course I still love you, in French.

Intermedio – Stats

13 Anne Hidalgo
Pitcher

Her favorite thing to do when she’s not hurling synthetic hide from the mound is to split apples right off the head of Mayor Bill De Blasio.

If you are just tuning in to a different channel on the stream then you might not be wondering why Georges Méliès gets to swing on the same inning without first going through the entire offensive roster, and the answer is PARCE QUE!!!

PARCE QUE, last month today Eye Told you that Méliès was going to put a Man on The Moon and Commander Michael Collins took it to a different level when in this version of the moon landing, the rest of the story goes like this:

For the record, Mayor De Blasio was caught by the KISS CAM at Vincennes blowing boo-shaped Menthol cigarette smoke kisses at Hidalgo, teasing the Socialist mayor with an Open Bar (very public HEAR YEA! Hear yea) for June the FO’ist.

The following must be read in an Andy Kaufman’s voice:
Look, Eye is knot putting into question the landing on the moon… [A]ll that Öüï is saying is that it is kind of peculiar the way that the coordinates orbited around the month of April… i mean, BORN in ROME (he’s as American as Commander John McCaine… that fucking Panamænian!!!) and as Italian as Big Pizza π…

Note To Alicia: I told you so… To the Moon, Alicia, to the moon… Eye bet you thought that this Song was about Pæsquet, eh… 🎶 Just because!!!

And now Ladies in Gemini, witt out and further (that motherfucker) a’do, here’s le père spirituel de tous les haters, PARSKÆUUUU!!!

Philippe Martinez is at the plate… the count is two and oh, will you look at LA Météo!

Martinez just got the Baseball as a second language tantrum out of his system and in comes the pitch— Martinez swings and that motherfucker is Out! It’s the middle of the FO’ist and first at bat is Georges Méliès.

Dear, Adam at The New York Times: LANGUISH this you sonovabitch! 🥎🥎🥎 It’s the top of the FO’ist and Anne Hidalgo is at the mound.

Öüï now returns to the Sherman Memorial Baseball Field à Vincennes where Anne Hidalgo is about to start the defense against the specter that makes up the Commune All Stars and then some.

https ://en .wikipedia .org /wiki /Defensive_spectrum

Georges Méliès steps up to the plate where Emmanuel Macron is padded up just like the Michelin Man®️ and the empire’s umpire just screamed playball.

Méliès feeling perhaps like a precious Bambino points to the skies just as the International Space Station passes over the Île de Saint-Louis—Hidalgo sends the pitch and… HOLD MY FRENCH TACO!!! Méliès just pulled the greatest special effect of all time—Oh The Humanity— Méliès connects with Hidalgo’s heat but the instant replay will show how Méliès on-purpose (that motherfucker) turned the ball into a sort of kind of drum notation that dribbled into “a little Latin rhythm,” that the cannonball from Hidalgo likes to call the Bossa Nova—but it’s not really the Bossa Nova.

Leave it to Méliès to illustrate what a soc it to me looks like in reel time. Here’s the breakdown:

— Méliès catches the shortstop lost with his gaze somewhere in space and thought to himself that Ground Control was about to ‘soc it’ to Major Thom.

— Major Thomas Pesquet fell for the ol’Babe Ruth routine anticipating an aerial demonstration, ignoring with that decision the ground game.

— Méliès could not resist using the same schtick twice:

Page 09 — SOCIÉTÉ
Nº 23839; Le Parisien de 22/04/2021
ENCORE 24 HEURES D’ATTENTE POUR Thomas Pesquet…
You may thank The Météo for DAT!

Top of the FO’ist, runner on First and François Mitterrand is up next on the batting order but of all things on the forecast, here’s the moistest of #Em all: RAIN.

Page 28; ibid.
Éphéméride: Alex
La Lune: La Lune is a croissant[e] tonight.

Anyhow, Kasie HUNT, in Hilo, Hawaii, Saint Alexandre remains éphémère, but at the European Space Satellite Agency at Châtelet the Earth is already Circling the Sun with the Patron Saint of ARMOR in the USA, and if you don’t know who that Jack is, just know that Saint George is the first to put a black-eye on The Man on The Moon… yeah Buddy!