Wow! I must say Wow! to the continued ignorance about what happened to Patrick when he broke his collarbone on that pothole. This story goes so deep that even the mole people dont know the complete situation. There are dinosaur remains with less knowledge! Heck, the Pope RESIGNED over Patricks Pothole Adventure!
Now, what I am about to reveal to the world (or to you punks here on NeyoGarf) is possibly life-changing, but definitely Earth-shattering. Wait, maybe I should flip-flop those
too late to go back now! My backspace key is telling me to press on, despite the danger involved. Its got a cursed gift-for-gab (gaben?) that cant be sated.
Are you ready? ARE
YOU
READY?!? Sorry, some UFC intro is playing on the TV. It always yells that at the viewers, and Im always like, Yes, just stop yelling at me, UFC! It doesnt listen.
What happened to Patrick Bone-Canary Klepek on that crisp, fateful night began mostly as he described it. Yes, he was riding his bike home that night. Was he possibly a bit more crunked than what he led on? Well, Im no bike expert, but riding your bike with the handlebars and front wheel backwards may betray some crunkeditude. Its all Im sayin
Everything felt electric that night. Patricks hair was bushier than usual, his questionable beer-quality buzz felt magical
the world was giving Patrick a high-five, and he was obliging. As he held up his hand to give the ozone one up-high, a pothole appeared into existence. Yes, it just blooped into existence! But it was no ordinary pothole, at all. AT ALL! It was a portal to ANOTHER DIMENSION.
Before Patrick could finish his world-encompassing high-five, he was already going head first into the portal, with his front wheel/handlebars still facing the wrong way. With a flash of neon rainbow that PBS would be jealous of, Patrick landed on an orange, grassy field in the dimension of Zamzorozozozooooo! Its a very beautiful name if you can pronounce it correctly.
Now hold your horses, right there! Falling out of the green sky of Zamzorozozozooooo isnt what broke Patricks collarbone. The weirdo, orange field had the consistency of Jell-O. He bounced on that field like a BMX stuntman! It was amazing. You had to be there
Confused and lost, Patrick biked along this seemingly endless field. The orange, gelatinous grass screamed as he rode along itit was sentient life, after allbut Patrick just assumed that he was hearing giggling off in the distance. After what seemed like miles (it was 500 yards), he finally came across some people. The Zamzorozozozooooo locals looked mostly like normal people, but they came off as northern Italian. Other than the leatherette clothing and talking at a volume only found in community theater, Patrick was pretty sure that Zamzorozozozoooooians were just displaced northern Italians. Maybe stumbled upon a portal to a 1980s Italian fantasy epic.
Long story shorter: Patrick was stuck in the Zamzorozozozooooo dimension for EIGHT MONTHS, but due to the vagaries of inter-dimensional timekeeping, it felt like mere SECONDS in our dimension. He fought many battles for the Zamzorozozozoooooians against the dastardly Pfflinginot Raiders. They looked like northern Italians, as well, but wore helmets shaped like angry, plastic, Chinese-manufactured dragons. It was epic, man!
Eventually, the old wizard, whom aided Patrick in his many battles, found a way to open the dimensional pothole portal, and send him back to Earth on his two-wheeled war chariot. As he flew up through the portal, reality bending into a kaleidoscope of colors, Patrick misaimed his speedy ascent and wracked his shoulder on the bottom of the portal. He cartwheeled out of the pothole end of the portal, bike and all, crashing back to reality shoulder-first. After surviving many bloody, soul-crushing battles, Patrick was felled by the freedom he so craved.
As for the beard
as we see it now, it has been growing for nine months. It is a three-quarter year beard that Patrick Beardly McBeard Klepek claims is just a few weeks of little effort.
BUT, I have another theory! Who said that the Zamzorozozozoooooians and the Pfflinginot Raiders were the only species in that dimension? WHAT IF there was a THIRD RACE called the Spottly Beardeardrians
and one of them hitchhiked on Patricks face into our dimension?? Is it just an innocent trip of exploration, or is it a mission to conquer Earth???
You be the judge.