Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Hey, Alien Pez, let's go to Chicago!

Alien Pez wishes it were sunnier- could signal to his planet using light reflection from the Bean. Oh well, Alien Pez, let's go have a pretzel.



Alien Pez takes the Red Line. Declares the experience "flgl*rotg%m." One can only assume this is a positive endorsement, as no one got hurt.





Alien Pez doesn't understand baseball.
Neither do I, Alien Pez. Neither do I.




Alien Pez goes to White Castle. Orders chicken.



Alien Pez takes the train to the suburbs. Learns the term "middle of nowhere."




Decides "middle of nowhere" is a good site for future spaceship landings.



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