Come and live with me in peace and safety, away from all the Wangdoodles, and Hornswogglers, and Snozzwangers, and rotten, Vermicious Knids. — Willy Wonka
First of all I’d like to give a HUGE birthday shout out to my cousin Mike Michalak aka Milk Chocolate, aka Rain Drops, aka Mr. Clean! I am definitely missing our endless garage time discussions of one of our favorite topics THE DENVER BRONCOS, fulfilling gluttony at its finest at Rodizios Grill, Summertime mayhem at the corner of 20th & Blake, dominating softball in true Boozers fashion, & while I know it's your birthday, I still have to mention it, causing you to spout out enormous crocodile tears as I whoop up on you in both Madden and Mortal Kombat. Bahaha. It's your time old man, live life to the fullest! Love ya bro, now let's hug it out.
Finally returning to the table to for the last time, I ask Aldo if he has had any more luck in acquiring the enchanted location of this mystical factory, and of course his answer is no. I am still laughing uncontrollably as he admits his failure in obtaining the address for Willy Wonka. Having my ridiculous amounts of laughs I admit to him that this is a fictional character that does not reside in Latin America and he cannot swim through the chocolate river, nor taste an everlasting gobstopper, or even chew gum that ends in becoming a blueberry and he realizes that he is the butt of a very hilarious joke. I can’t thank him enough for his good sense of humor in all of this, because this is by far the best entertainment I’ve had in the past several days. Thank you Aldo Willy Wanka Pablo Escobar.