Rubiales’ mother has suffered a nervous breakdown and the Stones release a new album. I go down to the bar below my house and all the Russians who ate there for breakfast are now Ukrainians. I have fallen in love with Taylor Swift’s music and listen to it all the time. I also like Billie Eilish and she is 21 years old. I confess that this makes me feel a little strange. To compensate, on trains and planes, I try to sit in the aisle and wait for the album of what’s left of the Stones to buy on vinyl.
I am not very perceptive and I am very naive: for hours I believed that Rubiales’ arm that gripped his genitals was a montage. I’m one of those types of guys that AI is going to drive crazy. The sobón’s mother started a hunger strike and mine wants to join the casal d’avis de Horta. Each mother has her own projects.
Still, I would like to console the good woman and tell her that at least her son was not the president of the Russian Football Federation and he had to take a plane to Moscow. Perhaps with the money earned, her son can already be happy and he won’t have to be forced to kiss young soccer players. I had a girlfriend who played handball, but I guess I can’t compare.
I never thought August had so many days. You walk into August with no vacation or family and you stay locked up there like it was the rest of your life. They tell me that it has been forty days in August and I believe it. In perspective, it has not been a good month for the bald. Especially for the mercenary Prigozhin and the passive-murderer Putin. To compensate, the holiest of them all, Pope Francis, spoke highly of Great Russia and, before my incredulous eyes, in the bar below my house, performed the miracle of turning Russians out of all the Ukrainians who were there. there having breakfast, but let’s not lose hope: today is September.
