Bob Weir: Prince Of Mars

by thoughtsonthedead

“Day 192. I am still trapped on Mars by myself.”

You are not on Mars. You are on Earth in a room with terrible furniture.

“I have made oxygen, using science; I have made hydrogen, using handsomeness; I have made potato salad, using potatoes.”

You don’t know how to do any of those things.

“The Uber I ordered has not arrived.”

You have Wifi?


I’d say.