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Oh lawdy lawd! Excellent choice Ms. Gay

Note to Eddie Gloude II:

Pennies From Heaven or how I made an early start making sure not to be late and been UP so long it ALL looks DOWN to Mí… You’re gonna like the way you look in the morning from The Night Before.

 

For today’s segment context, Peofessor at Princeton, Eddie (son of) Gloude is on political hiatus, who can blame him, the Department of Defense just turned back the clock to Tuskegee Airmen times. In the meanwhile, as New Jersey succumbs to A.I., Professor Gloude is going to…

Nigga’ Plz… The Freedom of ’76 has already been WEENed out, ask that bald guy from L.A. (now from Brooklyn) so piss up a rope, if you can’t guess the Track.

I’m Still Here, AUSSIE. Eight Days A Week.

Play ball! Let the Filipino boy enter the Diamond and let The Catcher eat cake. For the record, “yesterday’s” section in Translation and Interpretation featured a false friend that moonlights… as a calc, —Aussie! As a CALC!!!

It’s True History and Grocery Shoping and for that you have to break down “los mandados”, as in:

El güey que le hace los mandados a Trump, Pete Hegseth.

Introduction to Venn Diagrams 101 or how Donald Trump got punked by a stonger child next to the Resolution Chop-block.

 

Yes, Terry, but it takes tú, to polka. I reckon that the last time that Uncle Sam sent aeroplanos to La Sierra Madre, Bob Dylan’s gramPaw was taking over The Watchtower with Pancho Villa and… Eek-a-Mouse was eating burritos con El Centauro en Tijuana on his way to I-95. Look it up, it’s the soundtrack to Bullfight Tickets to “the shady side”.

Or, you could just catch a Paul McCartney dive concert for $50 quids at Hell’s Kitchen but, Mara Gay, you better hurry ‘cus it’s going FAST.

February 29, 2024 — Freedom of ’76

… and now, the rest of the story:

From the creators of Jimmy Buffett’s piña coladas, comes the story of Waylon Jennings tacos de perro in Tijuana, only on Morning Joe.

That’s what We get for listening to Rachel Maddow, now Enjoy Your Hamburgers in Paradise, 75004.

In Local news, the Russian protectorate section of Moldova 🇲🇩, a country close to the Poisson extended-family in The French 🇨🇵 Antilles³ just invoked (overnight) Vladimir’s Oligarch’s protection, and in Poland, The Salon de l’Agriculture in Varsovie just fell for the Nazi-Slovak-Russian tactic of 1938, giving Ambassador Brzezinski there, a bone to chew on… and Rachel Maddow, try this Indian tortilla 🫓 for size, the Russian front just got a shipment of Nan-cheese to go with their rations, this is going to make for an interesting antipasti of small chunks of meets³ given the Spanish tapas that are currently joining The International Foreign Legion for The Ukraine side of the trench.

³~. As in Cold Cuts, Shredded Meats encountering each other; Eye doubts that there will be any Duck and Chicken on that D.A.R.E. tray, on account that part of the poultry is in Sri Lanka and the rest of the  other coop is under Marianne sweet bussom (jugs).

Meanwhile at the Apolline de Malesherbes Show on BFM’er TV, my favorite Frog, Dominique de Villepin just made the rounds to revisit his 2001 intervention against sending the French Foreign Legion, let alone French nationals, to die in Crimean Peninsula… that’s what the P.I.G.S. are for.

Page Tú, if I was the Devil…

Knock, knock… Who’s there? — Al… Al Who? — Al Ah Bama… Psykes.

 

Let’s take a Trip to Australia, it’s down 👇 under and that’s the way to get into Hell, but you know what Negrita, Eye knows a quicker route and that’s through México, because there’s No God in Tamaulipas all the way to Tee-Jay, güey.

Our first stop is Ensenada where President Joseph R. Biden and nigger-shoe peddler Donald Trump are stuck in a cabaña hut 🛖 full of bananas and coke.

But first, Öüï switch, It!, over to Chicago where a federal judge just danced El Pasito duranguense with Donald Trump and that motherfucker (nº 45, not the federal judge) is off of the General Election ballot in Ill y Noize, across the Bluegrass and beyond Churchill Downs, Senator Mitch McConnell just stepped down from his High Horse and is Leader no more.

For context, we return to Martin Luther King’s 2024 Edition when our multifaceted staff updated this most non-consequential blog’s take on France’s most consequential present-danger, which according to a member of the French Foreign Affairs Commission is, off-course a Russian Winter, —again.

Tequila Sunrise — Quattro Fromaggi, and because there is nothing artificial about Mí, this is in fact a time-delayed entry, not an Intelligence on the spot.

Meanwhile at Saint Merry, Nadiesha updated their butt plugs, or their bio, or something like that.