15 de septiembre… el grito de Lola

Viva Hidalgo… entonces pues FEY, como dijo René : Atrévete Te-Te y ya no andes cantando interpretado a Nuno en el clóset de Saúl. Regardless of los puentes de l’independencia the first victim of Dana White’s shredding of the Muhammad Ali Reform Act was El Himno Nacional de Las Chivas del Guadalajara.

Hoy no hubo himno porque Jaime Nuno agarró puente desde el pasado viernes.

En contexto, Polanco, “Al Diablo (con) Los Periodistas”, who needs Alarma! when Fiesta Mexicana (en Guadalajara) plays a cumbia on the background of the news about a young woman destripada and laying in a pool of her own bodily fluids. Now that!

https ://heraldodemexico .com.mx /nacional /2025/9/12 se-rie-de-nosotros-liberan-azahara-adolescente-que-mato-con-una-piedra-companera-la-que-bulleaba

That is how TV Azteca combierte a la Juventud Venezolana en Jalisco into “stone-cold-killers’.

On the menu : Sushi Oriental de Cuernavaca… 🎶 y las balsas desde Disneylandia París en Chessy a Groenlandia.

Now i’ve been to Three State Fairs, two rodeos and at least Six Scottish Löcs including the one where Jimmy Page killed “Nessie” and turned it into all sorts of sushi 🍣, but never Katty Kay, i’ve never seen a cunt that stretched so wide and long in London Town. Never, Katty Kay.

Don’t Open ‘Till Doom’s Day or when Civil War on Morning Joe is announced and branded by Donnie Deutsch.

Happening right now, Donald John Trump is trying to divert the attention from his involvement in the Epstein Porn Collection on VHS.

In the mean while… Öüï now returns to our regular spiel in Las Vegas, Nevada, where Pablo Torre is pissing on the Dark Side of The Moon and Canelo just relinquished his Belt.

Trust the process, Pablo.

This Bud’s For You : Eye is an Antichrist and Öüï reddits a lot, a lot mister President.

 

Issy-Colonel-Avia, Canelo’s legacy in the Boxing world will not suffer one tiny bit after his loss against a guy who goes by the name of “Bud”, however…

French Tacos are now feeling Japanese.

Wish You Were Here… Paris 💎 México

It’s a crazy diamond, and your cue for an Inter-Mission :

Aliens travel across the universe to see the Greatest Show on Earth.

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /fip-tape /wish-you-were-here-de-pink-floyd-fete-ses-50-ans

Susana Poveda stars as the
There is no secret, bitch, period!
In other words don’t be a cunt, you skinny—bitch

Viejas feas.

 

esto es dilEcto (como fiesta patronal) sin pa’Lahl one way ➡️

On the menu:
Sushi’n Ga Da, madre.

 

🎷🇲🇽🎷

ibid.

Boat people have, no reason — How big is your cunt

It’s Mexican Indio-penance Day and don Porfirio’s birthday’s Eve. To mark the occasion La Guadalupana will sign her soul away to The Paris Tourism Board, our correspondent from the Federico García Lorca rest area has the newly de-classified “release agreement” from La Virgen.

You are going to like the way this develops throughout the They.

And in The Wrong Paris it’s “Sports Appreciation They in France”, across el charco de La Mancha, right winger Éric Zemmour finds out just how much the Rosbifs snatch stretches out, and in El Ey, it’s my favorite slugger sayin’ no to the rumors on a Mexican Radio del Canelo… Goooooooo, Dodgers.

The Grapes of Wrath by Stainbeek, featuring the music of L.A’s. own Randy Newman and the Outback’s legends the Bee Gees.

 

Issy-it-is-Mí that you need to show, 🎶 how deep is your cunt, is your cunt how deep is Ewer-love-boat ; Eye really needs to know.

Boat people are just like Ewe and Eye. Fair use of La Rue de Rivoli y de Toutes y Todas sus transeúntes walking their Vélos. Foto por Armando Segovia with Creative Commons on a Mexican Suitcase del otro Roberto, el tal CAPA, knot Doisneau.