Echo

 

 

Echo

Ugh, getting to the bathroom on this Bus is like being in a game of Pitfall.

 

 

That means it's time for...

 

 

 

 

SPRING CLEANING!

It's August.

Well then there's no time to lose!

 

 

 

 

Good. I'm going to start by throwing out this old blanket of Bono's.

 

 

 

 

Oh, about that: Hell, no.

Come on, the thing is a rag.

 

 

You don't understand. I've had that blanket since I was born. That blanket is older than I am, and considering the materials it's made out of, it will probably be around long after I die. It's a part of my life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You can see through it.

You can't throw something out just because it's old and no one wants to look at it anymore. I mean, how long has Morrissey been on the Bus?

Sorry, it's going. *throws blanket out window onto highway*

Bye-bye!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bono's still crying?

Wow. I haven't seen him cry this hard since Smashing Pumpkins broke up.

Ugh, if only we knew...

Is Bono still sobbing over that blanket? How do you get him to stop?

Gimme.

This one's like a zebra.

Why is it turning me on?

Wait.

Is that one of those fuzzy blankets? It's like, acrylic, but it feels kind of like fur, only softer, and it has sort of an animal-type print on it?

I don't wanna new blanket.

*shakes head* Anyway, here, Bono. I bought you a new blanket.