You-Know-Who has returned!

You-know-who has returned!

No, it's not the Daily Prophet breaking the news of Voldemort's return. It's me, the mysterious Sanchez, I'm back!

After a lengthy delay, which caused much speculation over whether I had lost the will or even the ability to scribe my world renowned magical scripts as I have been since my blogging career launched itself into Hollywood, I have returned!

The truth is quite more horrifying than the thought of Sanchez losing his will to write, indeed the story almost ends with my death. Not many of my beloved readers will know this, but I am Mexican. One of the great things about being Mexican is I have an excuse for doing absolutely nothing, unfortunately, the downside is, I recently contracted the deadly killer 'Swing Flu'. This is the Lord Voldemort of flu's. I spent three weeks in bed, the first two weeks was with two lady friends next to me, the next week was actually because I sick!

I was fighting the desease, but my Mexican laziness meant that it was starting to gain the upperhand. I knew modern medicine wouldn't be able to cure me, that's when I turned to my old arch enemy, Professor Severed Snake. I asked him to concoct me a potion that could cure of my affliction. Three days later he returned with a beautiful bottle that glistened with pure beauty. As soon a drop of the magical liquid touched my lips, I knew I was back! I asked what the cure was called, and he whispered to me, "I call it a Guava Cruiser and only the bravest of the brave could have survived that drink!" I proceeded to finish a worl record 14 of these glorious potions and with that, I was restored to my previous stength!

I awoke this morning hearing a voice, it came from the heavens and it said, "Sanchez, you must go forth and and spread the word of your recovery, you must become the best damn blogger this world has ever seen, because if you wanna be the best, you gotta blog the best!" I sat there, stunned, mintues past by and I hadn't moved, my lips trembled as I asked, "God?". "Hahahaha" came the reply, "Are you fucking high on deesh? It's Megan Fox. Don't you remember all the things I let you do to me last night?"

Once again I sat there stunned, mortified and a tear rolled down my cheek as I admitted, "No, I don't remember anything!" And she was gone.

But now I begin the mission Ms. Fox left for me, to become the greatest blogger the world has ever seen. No longer will people say they know a Sanchez, the world will now speak only of knowing THE Sanchez. Tune in later for more lookalikes but this time, the real truth as to their similarities comes out. Until then, this is THE Sanchez signing out.