And, Mr. Pinault-Hayek, please stand-by for Sun Tzu point 7.33 (Maneuvering on an uphill) Knives Out!!!
Juanito Lemire reports:
But FO’ist! We switch, IT!, over to the Règie at the Plages de Paris where Godzilla and King Kong are scrambling over The Scene of The Seine (punto y coma) hilarity ensues when Hydra shows up and 3 of the five heads on that dragon split from the beast to intervene on behalf of Kong who, BTW Madame Hidalgo, was minding his own fucking business listening to Mott (the Wet) Hopple.
And, former BBC Washington Correspondent now, Ozzy Media Editor, Katty Kay, we’d like to give the Régie a shout-out now that his graffiti crew finally called one 24 hours before
the an event in front of them before it happened. With this in mind, we now return to Pablo’s Studio on top of a KFC at La Place de l’Italie.
[flashback] Hey, Jonathan Capeheart… ‘member When THE GREAT STATE OF TEXAS rolled out the red carpet on them Talibans?
One can’t literally make the Godfather up.
TEXAS needs to be dismantled and then returned to Mexico. Texas, like short people have 🎶 no reason to live.
Santino: Whatcha go to college? To get stupid? You’re really stupid!
And with this FINAL segment Salma Hayek, Öüï hopes that the staff can clear-out, separate, archive, and most importantly, Madame CESCA Giggles-Rigole, differentiate between events and their context; and Mika Brezezinski, perhaps it would help to use the anology of today’s Morning Chuy Show regarding the Republicans having their “hippie” moment, with a look like Sid Viscious (to the tune of Benny 🕊 Hinn) or some Punk like that.
For the record, Carolina, some McDo’s (not all) back in 2018 tried the same reactionary reaction with the WordPress “server”, eventually the Web provider ceased or desisted from cock blocking the site.
Entonces Kitty Softpaws… The JOsé LÓpez POrtillo statement, directed en aquél entonces al dueño de la revista en dónde el reportero de radiofrance internacional, Raphaël Moran, labora también es en referencia a la movida del ahora sí, AVI VELSHI, del méndigo Switch y del puto RoUtEr-er_er.
In local news, it’s The Godfather part II, VF* con subtitulos en Espagnol.
Santino: Say, what do you think of the nerve of them japs, them slanty-eyed bastards, eh? Dropping bombs on our own backyard on Pop’s birthday here.
Page 15: Inmensa desilución por el JUDOKA Teddy Riner
Fredo Corleone: They didn’t know it was Pop’s birthday.
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EN CONTEXTO for The ARTIST at La Place de l’Italie:
Necessary for this segment, Monsieur le Règie is:
What Sun Tzu said on Chapter 7.
sections 33 and 34
So, if you have been living, visiting or touristing (like a Chilean National in three-months intervals at a time with an Exit in between… ¡así hasta yo!) then you know that opposite to the Rue de Lobau (33 Hôtel de Ville) right next to El Malecón del Hôtel de Ville está la entrada a un puente peatonal (pont piétonnier if youse French) que desciende al local de mis amigos at Tartines en Seine (free advertising for Pomona, California man) y por su puesto al espacio que la Ciudad de París le dedicó a un tal Federico García Lorca (FGL).
Entonces pues, if youse flip the direction on that bridge, then from the FGL square point of reference, El Malecón del Hôtel de Ville is at an uphill so with this information in mind, little ol’Eye was in the process of rolling my sleeping bag just below the center of the aforementioned (susmentionné) footbridge, and as previously mentioned, i was listening to Mott The Hopple on a loop, — on a loop!!! Cousin Joe! On a Loop! — and out of nowhere with clear sky above here comes un chingazo de agua… or so i thought in the instant, it was actually apple juice with Jack Daniels. Hey, this people, the French, they mix beer and tequila in a bottle, so there’s that.
As i looked up (had my headphones on) i saw this young Corsican (he screamed it at me, that’s how i know that he was Corse) trying to empty his plastic-filled bottle on me, as i looked up at the little fucker.
Naturally, being a dick myself i was not about to let this little Corsican fucker be all elitist and shit, it’s not as if that son of bitch was marking his territory like the bobo with the ukelele who told his girlfriend to take a leak next to me (true story), after all, he is one of the locals, he is entitled to shit if he pleases to on all of lesser beings who dare to get close to his domain, but the Corsican prince? Fuck him.
Session at the Mairie de Paris computer is about to expire and so i will pick this up from another section of the City… please stand-by for more annotations of Sun Tzu en tiempos de hambre, Rita Escobar. Time now is 16h22 in CET.
… and We Are Back: it’s High Noon in Hilo Hawaii, and You Are Going To Like The Way You Look. Even if you HAVE to go with the flow and hate me, “i guarantee it.”