Post by Beaux on Dec 22, 2012 1:51:28 GMT -5
12-17-2012 - Littleton, CO: The birth of the enigmatic SauceFace, or perhaps rebirth...
SauceFace helps Andy with some post marathon Mario Galaxy. He thinks he's people.
Breaking the chatroom virginity, saying 'hello' to his unsuspecting father.
Helping Roxy be calm and comfortable. She's a pretty kitty. Yes she is... Yes she is...
Bug wishing SauceFace a safe trip, after he apologized for hiding her wallet the night before.
Just hanging out with Jordan & Beith. They were surprisingly tolerant of his advances, though Beith had to smack him around a little while shouting, "Lookee hee-ya, dat's my woman, bitch! Don'tchu be a-moving in on my baby! What, I say, what are you a-doin?!" (Editor's note: Beith sounds a lot like Foghorn Leghorn when he's really angry.)
All is forgiven, and they wish SauceFace a safe journey.
SauceFace, waiting on his plane to St. Louis. That guy sitting on the floor had spurts of wild gesticulation. Either he was a conductor, a composer, or fighting invisible dragons. SauceFace decided to keep his distance in case of the latter.
Attempting to phone Gillespie, IL. Turns out phones haven't made it to central Illinois yet.
Preparing for takeoff! The farm machine salesman on his left was a little too talkative, and the leggy model across the aisle wasn't chatty enough.
Checking out the in-flight magazine, and preparing for mid-flight projectile vomiting. Just breathe, lil SauceFace! You'll be just fine!
Touchdown in St. Louis. Whew! The flight attendants cut him off after his 6th bloody mary. Thankfully, Mr. Farm Equipment had a few spare barf bags. Legs McGee bolted as soon as the landing gear came down.
12-20-2012 - Edwardsville, IL: Breakfast with a new friend. (Editor's note: There is a two day gap where SauceFace was unaccounted for. As soon as the plane landed, he bolted in a cab that screeched away from the curb towards Sauget, IL; the pornographic armpit of the bi-state area. Aside from a police report and several letters by concerned strippers-turned-mothers regardling SauceFace's extreme behavior, there is no documentation for this period of time. He has been mumbling about writing a book about those missing days.)
An unexpected closeness... Private time was observed, unintelligble grunts were heard, sheets were washed. We will never speak of this again.
So we played some Atari!
And then played emulated Atari games because, why the hell not?
12-21-2012 - Edwardsville, IL: Dawn of the final day. A new urgency is upon SauceFace to find home since the world will be exploding any time now.
Searching...
Closer...
"Hey. Howya doon?"
Home. Goodnight, SauceFace.
