Tuesday Morning
Ted was sad. He was in despair, morose, glum, forlorn like a someone broken, woeful and lacking in the serotonin his body would normally use to make him cheerful. He needed a twinkie, but even the normally delightful sugary treat couldn't cheer him up. That was saying a lot. Twinkies cured everything except the loss of best friends. This was almost as bad as the time Ted thought Bill had been killed by the medieval dickweed. Almost bad because there was no medieval dickweed, and Earl wasn't dead (that he knew of). But he'd still lost a friend.
It was his fault that Earl was gone.
He guessed the best way to make the guilt go away was to go and find him.
After leaving a voicemail for Dean Washburn, Little Boy Blue Eyes Dude and Bridge-dude, he wrote a note to the housemates in his usual scrawled handwriting. It may have been hard to make out.
Dudes. Gone out of town to find Earl. Please water the artichokes. Ted 'Theodore' Logan, Wyld Stallyns
He used a glittery magnet to stick it to the fridge. Then he grabbed his gear and headed out to the mainland.
It was his fault that Earl was gone.
He guessed the best way to make the guilt go away was to go and find him.
After leaving a voicemail for Dean Washburn, Little Boy Blue Eyes Dude and Bridge-dude, he wrote a note to the housemates in his usual scrawled handwriting. It may have been hard to make out.
Dudes. Gone out of town to find Earl. Please water the artichokes. Ted 'Theodore' Logan, Wyld Stallyns
He used a glittery magnet to stick it to the fridge. Then he grabbed his gear and headed out to the mainland.