Two Peanuts And Half A Cashew
Don't be too happy to see me, as it will only lead to more heartbreak once I disappear again in ten days or so. Sadly, not only will my return be short-lived, but the time that I do have while being back is also quite limited.
Where I've been is a mystery, even to me. The sign said "Parts Unknown" which I always thought was located somewhere in Idaho, but apparently not. It was a strange place with strange people. I had coffee with a masked wrestler, and then rode a Yeti to the grocery store where they only sold meat in white containers with nothing but the word "MEAT" written on the label in big black letters. "Generic" is what I think I heard one of the natives call it. It was weird.
My days were filled with exciting adventures while my nights I spent alone (I made Stupid sleep in another room). I found a three headed quarter which I threw out after realizing that it wouldn't fit in any of the soda machines. Looking back, I probably should've kept the quarter... it might actually be considered a rare and valuable find in other more "known" parts of the world. Yeah well.
There is so much to tell, but so little time to type. I'll do my best to piece together my story, little by little, through various updates. Unfortunately, I can't promise you anything as I'm not really sure how much 'net time my schedule will allow. I can offer you this little tidbit of information, however... Parts Unknown holds the answers to all of life's greatest mysteries, and as a sign of good faith, I will share with you one of the many truths that I have learned during my stay there. The chicken came before the egg. Use that knowledge wisely.
Until next time, this is Don Syndrome reminding you to eat your vegetables... all of them. Even the green ones.
Where I've been is a mystery, even to me. The sign said "Parts Unknown" which I always thought was located somewhere in Idaho, but apparently not. It was a strange place with strange people. I had coffee with a masked wrestler, and then rode a Yeti to the grocery store where they only sold meat in white containers with nothing but the word "MEAT" written on the label in big black letters. "Generic" is what I think I heard one of the natives call it. It was weird.
My days were filled with exciting adventures while my nights I spent alone (I made Stupid sleep in another room). I found a three headed quarter which I threw out after realizing that it wouldn't fit in any of the soda machines. Looking back, I probably should've kept the quarter... it might actually be considered a rare and valuable find in other more "known" parts of the world. Yeah well.
There is so much to tell, but so little time to type. I'll do my best to piece together my story, little by little, through various updates. Unfortunately, I can't promise you anything as I'm not really sure how much 'net time my schedule will allow. I can offer you this little tidbit of information, however... Parts Unknown holds the answers to all of life's greatest mysteries, and as a sign of good faith, I will share with you one of the many truths that I have learned during my stay there. The chicken came before the egg. Use that knowledge wisely.
Until next time, this is Don Syndrome reminding you to eat your vegetables... all of them. Even the green ones.