A guy just broadcast a bunch of excellent crunchy popcorn but I'll have to get my knee pads on and eat real fast if I want to beat the ducks to it.
All...uh...look. Have never seen any of these people before. In fact, I have no idea where I am or how I got here. I could just relax and enjoy the feeling except that I'm tied to this post, all surrounded by piles of wood, and the ropes are uncomfortably tight. OK — hang on a sec — here comes a guy with a torch. He looks nice enough. Maybe I can ask him for a bit of help.
Avocado guy is back. I'm not sure I know what to think of him. He has a gray mustache. I don't. Could be that he's a professional avocado trainer, but then, why does he eat them — or is it only an avocation? Hmmm.
Lunch will be here shortly. I just saw the guy catch the chicken. I think it was our guy. Same chicken as last week though.
Suffering a bit from one of those random stray headaches, but what can you do? It followed me home. I think it belongs to the loud guy down the block who's always having those all-nighter parties. Will go by there later on and see if I can stuff it into his mailbox while no one is looking.
Yeah, another guy from the Class of 1966 was Grover Icenogle. And there was Egwan Spelmanus. Can't forget him. Melvin Mortvedt too (1967). Things got strange after that.
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Me? Got my hat. Still looking for the rest.
