It's a sad day here at the Placemat. I just spent a busy day under a bleak sky and in the bitter cold. It was fulla stuffing bunches of well stacked boxes into a U-haul, followed by the winching of a worn white VW fitted with a sweet black car bra onto a trailer. I never wanted it to happen, but things must go forward!
Today, one of the biggest Placemaniacs of all time has officially packed up and hit the road for the great Northwest. That's right, Stu Spengy is no longer a part of the eastern seaboard. Those who've spent some time with this obtuse son of a bitch, know what we've lost. And those of you who haven't experienced the man and his full-on sideways, yet sound, logic are truly poorer for not having been subject to its rigors.
I wish the master of the corpse face, stacking shit, face-folding, spelling, ridiculous metal knowledge, mad modeling and painting skillz, as well as a giant in the realms of potato salad eating could live in my vicinity forever, but people gots to do what they needs ta do. So wish the boy luck as he heads West and infects Privateer with is brand of weirdness.
But he's not gone forever. No sir, not with the internetz! Be sure to stop by FACE DESTRUCTION SUICIDE and read about his adventures in apartment living without an oven. (how will the Red Baron pizza company stay in business?) I'm sure he'll deliver plenty of retarded stuff for folks to read.
BEST-O-THE LUCK STUUUUUUUUUUUUU!