Hola 'migos.
Let me just say they lie.
Whenevers the GonzoGeeks asks you for a favor, say no.
They lie.
I am sitting in mi casa enjoying a beverage when the GonzoGeeks call and say to me "Hey Rey, would you like to do the exercise for charity?"
I say "si" because I like the charities. I feel sorry for the peoples who are not me and that is a lot of the peoples. I many times work with the unwed mothers helping them get their starts.
But I joke.
They do say that charity begins at home, but who wants those peoples in their house?
So instead I flew to San Diego.
When I gets there they tell me I am going to do a zombie run. It for charity. You know, like when you run for the munchies and you run for the cancers..
Besides I like the zombies. "What's your name? Who's your daddy?" These are classical lines that always work for me.
The classicals never die.
Unlike the foking San Diego zombies.
They were foking everywheres.
Did I mention the GonzoGeeks were liars?
Liars like the fat man who told me to stay low and the zombies will not get you.
Fok you in your fat liar mouth.
I go low I get tagged.
I go high I get tagged.
Derecha.
Izquierda.
Tag.
Tag.
Tag.
I get tagged more than the gordo boy in the dodgeyball.
Bomp! You are it.
Bomp! You are It.
Bomp! You are it.
I do not play anymore.
They tell me it is like the running with the bulls.
They lie.
The running with the bulls is macho. It is the man against the beast. They open the door. The bulls run out and you run away.
This is the running for the scaredy girls.
They open the doors. Everybody run with their hands in the airs like they just don't cares.
Just like the scaredy girls. Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Oh big fun. Big squishy fun!
But I no am squishy. I don't even sign the waivers. The waivers are for squishy peoples.
Oh and you run on the playgrounds like the squishy scaredy girls.
Run over the bridges. Run under the tunnels. Swing on the ropes. Go down the slides. Wheeeeeee!
Did I mention that the zombies were eating the peoples?
Oh, and the GonzoGeeks...they lie.
They say "sure Rey wear the white shirt. Everything will be okay."
No, its no okay.
The damned shirt is covered in the bloods.
You liars owe me a shirt.
"Oh sure Rey. We get you a new shirt. Here have some underwear we got at a booth for free. Its like a shirt."
NO!
Liars it is nothing like a shirt.
Do I put my arms through the leg holes and my big head where the little head goes?
LIARS!
The big liar take video. Does he have blood on his shirt?
NO!
LIAR!
Is he wearing underwear where his shirt should be?
NO!
Watch the video closely, you may see the othe liars running for their lives like the squishy scaredy girls.
LIARS!
I hate them all!
Adios 'migos! I still like you.