Oh, by the güey, hoy no hubo noticias.

Except that a Flying Hombre crossed La Mancha, but not one single American cared.

Oh, the humanity

Oh, the humanity.:75B89B44-D42D-4D82-8B30-2DDCF310D04B •|•

The Chinese, however, were watching and now, the WOKE Dragon has the template for WINGS.

In A day with no news, Hear mí out FRANK, the enemy is Australia, AUSSI the markets plunged today, now go get your Crystal Gut and give me a fucking call.

Shifting gears, Sam Stein is a beautiful man, Man, but Eddie, he (Sam) is an Ugly Mexican. Good Golly, former Republican Florida Man, Samuel está más feo que Tomás [Ché Pillín goes here].

And still to come, the ROLE that Nicolle Wallace played on Beto’s potty mouth when it went off on when a reporter’s leading question  popped–up. The good thing is that just a few steps from his downtown El Paso office, Laboratorios Camacho has unlimited stocks of “Jabón del Perro Agradecido”, and now, Laboratorios Camacho introduces: Hold On A Second, Listerine®️


Make American Terrorists Muslims. Because Americans, since Oklahoma, are “exceptional” and excepcional people are protected by the SECOND AMENDMENT.

Dear, Kasie Hunt: gonna go watch Sponge Bob with Chuck Todd. Have a nice show, and Eye hopes that Philadelphia finds the God that the Daily’s D.A.R.E. are asking help from.

…[A]nd if you go (Residente) Chasing Wabbits

—Go Ask Alice, Eye think She Gknows”

Eye get a kick from Coca

Eye get a kick from Coca colomBIEN, tambor.

… And, dijo a “back—asswards” Gknight: please inform the Sirens that there is no-such-thing as a « Latino” language ; Latin and it’s /OR its derivative, “pig latino” Öüï, maïs “árboles latinos” ni en España, en dónde se les impuso, por supuesto, el Castellano.

ZAPATA IS IN-flight — Zapata is shot-down.

GOOOOOO, Frankie!!!

courtesy of bfmer tv

courtesy of bfmer tv.

Almost live from SANGATTE (Pas-de-Calais)
France… next Stop: John “fucking” Oliver’s, motherfucking Cliffs of Dover.

It’s a great day for Human Travel. Viva La Mancha, ISSY, mi querido Franck: chingue a su Madre la tal “dulcinea”.



… and of course; being a French departure, motherfucking Cougars (helicopters) followed.

... que morir de rodillas

El staff apoya a todos aquellos que se atreven a volar el Vuelo de Icarus…/… que morir de rodillas.

09H33* CET … French helicopters, aided by Boris Johnson shoot-down Frankie Zapata… “Oh, the humanity,” said a very disturbed Jean Manu Serrat, an Ancient spécialist of Ancient Flyingmen, speaking on anonymity grounds for BFMer TV.

Once de el mañana

¡BROZOOOOOO!.:4EFBB6D9-6EDB-4719-A8AB-DF489154F267 •|• en París son las Once de El Mañana.

Vlad loves Mitch

Vlad loves Mitch… ad infinitum!

La Vache! — Ewe and Eye [Gleasons] have memories.

Quretaro, vía Saltillo y Piedras Negras:

For the record

For the record… and All Things Considered, truth BEE told, i left a PLEDGE to the Philadelphia NPR station unfulfilled, a Child Alienation case against a very young Armando Segovia, in El Paso, Texas, left mí, as they say in Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua: Bien Brujas del bolsillo. When the “OTHER” door opens, I, armando segovia will personally break Robert Costas “time in a bottle” from by Joan Manuel Serrat, which that motherfucker borrowed from our blog, without even asking, or WOIRST MOTHERFUCKER, citing the SOURCE ; but We’kool with D.A.T., as Fenster the Copywriter once said in a Parisian Carnaval: todo sea por un USO justo de todos Los Medios, including this THREE, “que cómo árbol CAUTIVO, doy a Los… [y Las cirujanas del Centro Medico Europeo Georges Pompideau casí esquina con Geriatría en, TECHNICOLOR]” ; just wait for it, Pied Noir, just wait.

Issy_No–mehhhh creen, pregúintenselo a los guardianes y a las guardianas de la Carabina … de la Cabina “virtual” en Monterrey, Nuevo Lyon, de don Andrés Mªnuel Lºpez ºbrador (in the Spring/Summer of 2012). Just Ask for Mona Lisa; alias Ana Lilia.

Hello, Cotton Hall!

Recuerdas, Pastor Delgado, aitor “hacedor” de “Notipoemas con Jorge Saldaña” ¿cómo respingo el viejo Don Jorge cuando le moNstré al Zapata “jet-set” de los TRAGA–PUB en el Rex (francés)?

Aún hay más, don Velasco ; y “aún un Ay Más”.

Gloves By_The_Wey

Gloves By_The_Wey, are readily available throughout the streets of Parigi, so that lonely happy people can pick-up all the dog shit left by their Masterpiece canines. Drunk History Sans Derbez y la familia peluche follows from the old PAD of “El viejo Jorge Saldaña”, ISSY, the entrance to that building is a Fucking McDo, so, Míster Rubén Luengas: How Do You (motherfuckeR) like them Apples‽ Eh?

… dear fip, keep the Seven Tissues, Eye masturbate with rubber gloves ; it is more expedient and less of an ODE to ONAN, additionally, The Strokes kneaded are considerably less.

Still To Come

Still to come: MAYA the Cow… it’s really non other than Mickey Mouse as PREDICTED by David Bowie on a trip to El Mayapán [2000 TEXAS AVE. 799o1] in El Segundo Barrio ; area code: Cornelio el mocha orejas … Coronado el mocha patas.

Exhibit: 0
Bleu Vaseline:

Glory Hole in braille

Glory Hole in braille… these French people are really–really inclusive. Neta que öüï, me cae que ISSY. Especialmente en el mes de octubre.


Strait from the decks: TOROS

Fuck it!
Bring Back La Corrida:

Cambio de tercio... again.

Cambio de tercio… again.

Amables lectoras que ni nos pelan, el programa de Jazz acaba de sucumbir a los pinches Twitters, ahora las muy moulineras requieren de galletas.

La situación, asegun los reportes de la chingada Associated Presse, se plantea en las demandas del chingado “Jack” de “Silicon Balley” quién demanda tener todos sus pinches dedos EN LA COOKIE JAR”.

… y las muy moulineras, dit oui. Oh, the humanity.

It’s Hi Noon… at the 11th hour

But you are going to have to Wait until Monday. No Umbrellas kneeded.

In a knew-york minute

In a knew-york minute… BEE ADVISED that the Lumiere brothers, and not Thomas Alva Edison, invented Hollywood, and The Munn belongs to Méliès. RELEASE THE HEIDI, Oh–livia!!! RELEASE THE HEIDI!

… and of course,
The following must bee
recited in a New York minute
Billy Joel in the role of
Brian Williams.

It’s the 5th of July and in Washington, the teleprompters are still drenched in tears, because Ancient Pundits reveal that ancient aliens where were flying over the clouds when Benny Franklin got THUNDERSTRUCK.

Whatch'talking abour, Güilys

Whatch’talking abour ah–Bout, Güilys???

Mean, while Donald Trump, senior, is in office, ancient pundits want a Return–on–Investment from the aftershocks in California. Willie Guiest, Güilly Gaist, la granja ‘sta loca… is it because Eye am brown‽

Join the National Guard

Join the National Guard. One Weekend per paycheck. Six-Sigma ISO–2040 approved.

Zeppelin goes here, and how a Pavé de Cœur de Rumsteak béarnaise au façon Rossini has a hint of caramel popcorn is beyond my foie grass… in Breaking NeWs, ISSY, fip confirms it: From their finger to their, —you get the idea.

Lieutenant [you don’t know Jack] Nicholson, reports: