Anybody seen or heard, Mon Amie Vern??? inquiring peepers here would like to know.

Well well well. Nobody noo dat the election of "da Chump" woulda sent two hitherto brave and brash Frenchmen from de big bad L'anse scurrying for cover, deep within the wormholes of the rotten apple.

For 40 days and forty nights, dem ruff and tuff fellahs have not seen the light of day, or this talkshop door, until one ah dem emerge last week.Saying nutten about wey he been all dis time.

Over in the shop, Downstreeters were raising toasts to the dearly departed, and planning a massive happy hour. Who say we doh like de peeple from de Upper Depradine on de South Side?

Speculation abounds as to what could have precipitated the untimely demise of the gold dust twins. The question is, were they iced? or were they ICED? That was until Tee Dee came up for air like he was diving in Bennago, last week.

Talkshop Selwyn who spent ah whole month up in Fedon's Camp smokin...or meditating, channelling Shakespeare say, doh worry wid all dat ole talk, "rumours of their passing was premature".

He say he had a second vision up in de hills, and he saw dem fellahs, kissing up to "Donald of Orange" at de Easter egg roll, on de White House lawn, Easter weekend. He say they went there to present special "egg rolls" from "Mamma San's Epicurian Emporium on the Upper Depradine to de Trumpeter in Chief.

He say at first, they were treated like honored guests from the Spice Island, and the Chump was so happy that he tweeted, "just ate some of the greatest egg rolls E V E R , much better than that stuff that Xi Jinping left at Mara Largo last time he was there". DEN, dat udder Spiceman, Fass Sean Spicer, pipe up and say, "Mr President the Easter Egg roll is about kids playing with Easter Eggs, not Chinese food.

Well Well, Well, de Chump went from orange to red, he summoned the head of ICE and green-lighted the banishment of the Verntoni Twins, to Alaska aka the North Pole, where his friend Vladimir could keep tabs on them. You remember Sarah Palin say she could see Russia from dey?Talkshop Sello, say he is putting together a rescue mission to save his "parren' Vern, Dat is Godfaddah for those who doh know. He learn about dat rescue mission ting from 1983.

But then brappsss! Tony dee show up, but he ah say nuthin! about he other French compere. Night an day ah checkin de obits, but VJL alias de Frenchman, ah know allyu like dat alias ting fuh dead peeple, VJL aint no way to be found he scarcer dan saltfish head..La Qua aint see he. Ah tink we should go ahead wid de "appy hower" in memory of mon amie, we done buy de rum, and pick de bretfoot, for de oil down.

Missing in Action? Who say?

D Street Sah!

After reading the "Gospel according to St. Paul" here on Gogouyave some weeks ago and his several books on the development of WE hybred genes, ah decided to take ah little sabbatical from the shop in order to give my hybrid brain cells a chance to reengineer themselves again, into a workable compilation of the grey matter. This unprecedented action would now become a continuing exercise; the equivalent of your sojourn in the backwoods of Clozier to engage in a yin-yang (Chinese high) with your inner self, with the aid of some possible form of Cannabis, no doubt. Hopefully this metasticization would develop into a better quality stem group and afford me the ability to decipher the difference between the contents of our Grenadian Perseverance Dump and the "Swamp" that is being drained here in the US.

My inside source tells me that despite the lallied stagnency of the water in the swamp being changed, the Wildlife Preservation and Conservation group had gathered all the Alligators, Rats and poisonous Snakes and placed them right back in the Swamp with fresh water. And while the Vultures are hovering overhead in search of dead carcass, "Jane Broadbelt" was seen sporting a $51,000 pom-pom jacket while sa-shaying herself up the stairs of Airforce One.

Now we are hearing that one of the Chicken Hawks of this Machiavellian group were busily engaging their Russian Cousins to set up a private communication network in the Kremlin to do their private dealings.

And all the while they were telling us it was "the Kenyan" we should not trust, eh!

Who out there can defend this?

Where is McConnell?

Where is Ryan?

Where are our home-grown talkshopers, Observer and Rafsangani?

Ohhhhhhh what ah country!

The Monsieur from the French Quarters

D Street Sah!

After reading the "Gospel according to St. Paul" here on Gogouyave some weeks ago and his several books on the development of WE hybred genes, ah decided to take ah little sabbatical from the shop in order to give my hybrid brain cells a chance to reengineer themselves again, into a workable compilation of the grey matter. This unprecedented action would now become a continuing exercise; the equivalent of your sojourn in the backwoods of Clozier to engage in a yin-yang (Chinese high) with your inner self, with the aid of some possible form of Cannabis, no doubt. Hopefully this metasticization would develop into a better quality stem group and afford me the ability to decipher the difference between the contents of our Grenadian Perseverance Dump and the "Swamp" that is being drained here in the US.

My inside source tells me that despite the lallied stagnency of the water in the swamp being changed, the Wildlife Preservation and Conservation group had gathered all the Alligators, Rats and poisonous Snakes and placed them right back in the Swamp with fresh water. And while the Vultures are hovering overhead in search of dead carcass, "Jane Broadbelt" was seen sporting a $51,000 pom-pom jacket while sa-shaying herself up the stairs of Airforce One.

Now we are hearing that one of the Chicken Hawks of this Machiavellian group were busily engaging their Russian Cousins to set up a private communication network in the Kremlin to do their private dealings.

And all the while they were telling us it was "the Kenyan" we should not trust, eh!

Who out there can defend this?

Where is McConnell?

Where is Ryan?

Where are our home-grown talkshopers, Observer and Rafsangani?

Ohhhhhhh what ah country!

The Monsieur from the French Quarters