That being said, I'm not completely in the dark, either. For example, I know who I'm voting for this November, and I can assure you his household does not include sisterwives. Mr. President, since you didn't get me kicked out of my house, I'm not kicking you out of yours.
I also know we nacos are not wanted in Arizona or Alabama, but let's keep it real. Unless you're a coyote, Arizona is only really useful for Spring Training, as opposed to Alabama, which doesn't even have a professional baseball team. If they were smart in wanting to catch illegals, they'd have a farm league called the Mobile Mojados. It's like a moth to a flame. But given recent legislation, it's obvious Alabama (and its once rich history in Civil Rights protests) is now a taco short of a combination plate.
That reminds me, another example in which I've gotten my MEChA on was by participating in the 2006 May Day Immigration Rally on Wilshire Boulevard.
(For the record, I don't know this LawThug character, but I approve of his/her name.)
Yes, I boycotted; yes, I marched; and yes, I wore white. But did I go to protest for the fair treatment of immigrants or did I go for the free Los Tigres del Norte show? I think we all know the answer to that.
(For the record, I don't know this LawThug character, but I approve of his/her name.)
Yes, I boycotted; yes, I marched; and yes, I wore white. But did I go to protest for the fair treatment of immigrants or did I go for the free Los Tigres del Norte show? I think we all know the answer to that.
Now, onto things I don't know. Can we eat grapes now? I boycotted for so many years that I've lost track. Since I don't know, I don't eat them. Así de fácil. It should also be noted that EVERYTHING on Anderson Cooper 360° goes over my head. Hell, I don't even remember the last time I read the newspaper, aside from the funnies, which is why I prefer to get my news from Primer Impacto, even though it just hasn't been the same since they kicked off Walter Mercado.
Other things I don't know how to do include, but are not limited to: my taxes, push-ups, or the Dougie. However, I have been known to fix a wonky oscillating fan with nothing more than a 2-liter bottle cap and a rubber band. Some would call this a MacGyver move. I like to say I naco-rigged it.
Other things I don't know how to do include, but are not limited to: my taxes, push-ups, or the Dougie. However, I have been known to fix a wonky oscillating fan with nothing more than a 2-liter bottle cap and a rubber band. Some would call this a MacGyver move. I like to say I naco-rigged it.
Now that I've given you a breakdown of my social awareness or lack thereof, I can get to the real topic of this post: God is everywhere, including the internets and He can most definitely see your shameful browser search history.
There's so much online greatness that no one cares about if it doesn't involve tetudas, free music or estalking exes. As an example, on Google Chrome, I recently found a game app called Bejeweled and every time I get a high score, Optimus Prime yells out "Awesome!" This makes me so incredibly happy! If it were Chente's voice narrating, I can't be sure it would make me as genuinely thrilled as this. However, no one cares. Why not? Because they're all too busy playing pinche Words With Friends.
Last week, my good friend, Mister Pompis, asked me to join him in playing this Words With Friends travesura. I'd heard of this game and I didn't really have interest in it. In fact, a while back, my old frenemy, Naco Libre, told me I should play him, but that really just gave me less reason to play. However, after contemplating this newest invitation for almost an entire week, last night, I finally threw in the towel, drank the cyanide-laced horchata and signed up.
There's so much online greatness that no one cares about if it doesn't involve tetudas, free music or estalking exes. As an example, on Google Chrome, I recently found a game app called Bejeweled and every time I get a high score, Optimus Prime yells out "Awesome!" This makes me so incredibly happy! If it were Chente's voice narrating, I can't be sure it would make me as genuinely thrilled as this. However, no one cares. Why not? Because they're all too busy playing pinche Words With Friends.
Last week, my good friend, Mister Pompis, asked me to join him in playing this Words With Friends travesura. I'd heard of this game and I didn't really have interest in it. In fact, a while back, my old frenemy, Naco Libre, told me I should play him, but that really just gave me less reason to play. However, after contemplating this newest invitation for almost an entire week, last night, I finally threw in the towel, drank the cyanide-laced horchata and signed up.
This morning, I woke up to 3 game requests. I'm not gonna lie. It weirded me out a little. I guess I didn't realize it was that popular. I mean, it's just Scrabble, right? What's the big deal? Well, it turns out that 85% of Facebook and iPod Touch users play this game. For the record, that is a statistic directly pulled out of my nalgas.
Then, as I was playing one of my first games, this milagro appeared on my tile rack.
It's as if La Virgencita herself came down and said, "mija, te mando un mensaje pa' que veas que mi beybidady, Padre de mi Chuchito, verdaderamente está por dondequiera."
In honor of this maravilla, and the fact that Walter Mercado survived a heart attack, my ass is going to misa tomorrow.
Hasta mañana.
