Tag Archives: Unlike other Robin Hoods

Up next, Birds on A Wire and a bunch of GITANOS

The good thing about this most non-consequential blog is that my girlfriend (Dom La Nena) doesn’t read it at all, atoll France, a toll 🫴🏼

Funámbulos on a wire, followed by Mamá Romina y su conjunto Tángazo.

 

https ://www .radiofrance .fr /la-matinale-avec-birds-on-a-wire-chansons-ardentes

Any 🦉 hoot, unlike other clowns in Russia, who were mostly Italian or (wo’ist) French, or came from unrefined Yiddish balaganisms, the Durovs much like ROBIN of LOCKSLEY in Rosbiflandia (🇬🇧) could express themselves in crisp, articulate Russian.

Robin Hood: I’ve come to warn you that if you do not stop levying these evil taxes, I shall lead the good people of England in a revolt against you.

Prince John: And why should the people listen to you?

Entonces, Marjolena Portenkalten-Nena… Eye has it on good authority to relay to the Letter ‘N’ across La France, that los PiPoPes de la Sierra have grown the balls, France—THE BALLS!!! To Invade Issy-les-Moulineaux on Cinco de Mayo weekend.

Robin Hood: Because, unlike some other Robin Hoods, I can speak with an English accent.

[referring to the then-recent blockbuster Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, in which Kevin Costner played the role with an American accent]

De cualquier manera Marjo, Mike Patton of “I Can’t Believe Eye has Faith no More’ fame wants to know if it’s Ever-Way-Too Early to listen to Birds on A Wire, sources close to South Street Lounge in New York City relay that like a good whiskey, it’s never too early for “La Nena”, heck! Some even have Dom, but you would never call a Mimosa, “champagne”, not before 09h in any-given-time zone

 

And if you are new to this most non-consequential blog, Welcome! And before you go and get yourself lost (in translation) en las gradas del gran circo, please be advised that if you translate this blog using an online translator, any and all of #Em, you are going to get nothing but Yiddish balaganisms and Caló gobbledygook.

Additionally, the running-time for the final edit for copy is 36 hours, not the faggety 24h that mainstream propaganda propagates and proliferates on the nEwS. In other words, the whiskey spoken at 6 in the morning is/has not even aged long enough to capture the context of 01h or Three in the mo’ning near or about Châtelet.

And, Mme. Gatel… had I’d known I would have joined The Circus 🎪

Co optación institucionalizada (75004).

Évry Time Eye Sees that woman 👠

No insistas, Susana Pubeda… Pablo Gleason no es mi Amigo.

And, Charlotte Bibring, I shit EWE not, Eye actually dreamt of Ocean Boulevard last night after I finally fell a sleep. Trou story, it was just a dream.

https ://www .asale .org /d’amer /coptar

coptar.
1. tr. Mx, Co. Forcing someone to think in a certain way. cult.
2. Mx. Bribe. cult.

Tequila Sunrise — Quattro Fromaggi, with musical interlude by the late Raul Julia singing an excerpt of GRANADA in El Segundo, California.

Any hoot 🦉, Madame la représentative, I am now going to switch, It!, over to our Mexican Associations Fédération correspondent in Europa 🇪🇺, Catalonio Barcelonetto, who is standing-by next to La Go’ill de Niza, the one and horny 🌙, Allegretto in Time Delay, who coincidentally is up beyond her bedtime on the Radio Freaq’s…

Now if you are like the average non-reader perhaps Ewe might be under the impression that this recount has no feet and absolutely no fucking head, but then again, Ewe (motherfuckers) miss the fact that this WordPress blog is a Draft, a fragmented Draft, and nuttin’ but a borrador of a larger set of facts.

Por ejemplo, Marjolens Kalten Porter Pack, Prince John just took his seat on the trajinera to the other side of Mictlán. And if Mme Duhaut-Bedos, head honcho at the Los Angeles, California, French Consulate Général on Route 66, wishes to check, then your her archives will show that, Robin Hood Men In Tights was a reference in my motivation letter to come and see what Mexicans were up to in the years when Florence Cassez was an involuntary guest in Mexico.

This is to say, Mme. Gatel, that speaking as possibly the first involuntary refugee Made in France… unlike other Mexicans in France, I am not, Have Never Been, and was never subscribed to private éducation centers, which is why unlike other “hijos de la chingada” I Can Speak with a public éducation accent, in other Wo’ids… as the descriptor of my WordPress blog indicates, “un producto de la S.E.P.,” and that is why I knew who Macario 🦃 was, way before there was such marketing ploy as, “The Day of The Dead Parade”… It’s a pretty event but it’s as Mexican as un Taco Libanés.

Any how, getting back to Tequila 🌄 Sunrise, an integral part of that flick is K-Earth 101, K-Love 107.5, and Huntington Beach’s favorite KROQ 106.7, which is why I dig that film, Eye is a radiohead 📻. Bailables de Sábado was a must.

September 2014.