Hola 'migos.
Swankador's Log: Stardate? LIARS.
The Gonzogeeks? They do it to me again. This time, they send me this Star Trekkie Twitter-mail.
"Lookiing for the Data #StarTrekTNG 25th anniversary card? Go to @collectDST booth 2407. Collect all four! #sdcc ow.ly/Lm2s"
They say, "Oh hey, Rey. We sorry about the zombie walking. How about we send you nice postcard. You go to booth 2407s and pick up, OK?"
So I think, "Oh, sure, I get you postcards. And maybe you give me shirt for underwear, too."
But, the swankador is a trooper, no? I go looking for the 2407s. I go here, its not there. I go there, its not here. I go to the
here-there, and to the there-here, and everywhere the 2407s is to
be until there is nowhere heres left to go!
Do you see what I am not seeing?
Si! LIARS!!
THERE NO IS A 2407s!
I have proofs!
And now I plus more liars to my list! The Gonzogeeks...and now the Star Trekkies!!
Liar liar liar. Fuegos en los pantalones.
The big, fat Gonzogeek with the sidely-burns say to me, 'Hey Rey, where is my postcards?'
I says to him, 'I don't knows...mebbee Hell. Why don't you go looks for it?'
They says since they pay for me to come to the comic booky show, that I should be more gratefuls...
BIG FAT FOKING LIAR MOUTHS!!
They make Rey pay his own way!
So, since I am sent on the goose chase in the wild, I chase the gooses!
Taka a gander.
Here your postcards, Gonzogeeks.
They go in your big fat liar mouths.
Adios, 'migo-mios.
Postscripties: The one who dress like the Dazzler-girl, say she dress for me like the slave girl in the Star Trekkie show. I hope the big fat Gonzogeek with the sidely-burns have a heart attacks.