How would you feel if you found "The real Waldo?"

Ask anyone who's ever met me.

 

I'm the actual Anakin Skywalker for Christ's sake.

 

So...you're going to be Darth Vader, but be all over the place in crowded scenes?

 

I use to own so many Where Waldo books. They were pretty much amazing.

 

Yeah I'm gonna be the President of the good ol' US of A. It's gonna be fun.

 

"Is that Mike? Ah dammit, it's a trashcan. Where the fuck is he?"

 

Is finding Waldo like finding Jesus?

 

I would finally destroy him.

 

Don't you know, the father, the son, the holy spirit, and Waldo? duh.

 

Waldo is easier to find.

 

he never was that hard to find

 

Those where's Waldo books are like candy.

I wonder if it would feel as good to find him in person.

Someone has to find him though, unless he hides in the jungle all day, like a solitary bushman.

How would he keep his clothes pristene white and red?

Maybe he's a drunk now, on the street, shirts grey, has no teeth with a brown paper bag of
Colt 45, and a musty old beard :hat:
..................................................^ Waldo flavored hat

 

Exactly! There is no proof of his existence and once you "find" him your life will be inexorably changed for the worse. And then you and the other Waldoites will gather in a large building weekly to pray that the Great Waldo solve all of your problems, and then week after week your life will get worse and worse but you'll still believe in the Great Waldo. And then you'll walk around your trailer park knocking on doors in a futile attempt to convert all the other shit out of luck residents to Waldoism, then one day a wise man will ask you "If the Great Waldo will solve all your problems, why are you so poor? Why do you live in a trailer park? Why do you spend all your time trying to convert people to Waldoism? Don't you pray to The Great Waldo every day for a better life for yourself? The fact is Waldo doesn't exist and if he did why the fuck would he care about a piece of shit like you? Why the fuck would The Great Waldo give a fuck about your hopes and dreams?" And then at that very moment you realize the error of your ways, you take stock of your life and what it has become do to your devotion to Waldo and you decide to end it all right there in the street and you put a bullet in your head.

 

Lizard, where's your profundity?

 

Very much so, I am Him.

 

That's very true, I've always been right here.

 

On my FACE.

 

Check the court of the Crimson King, I'll be there.

 

Waldo is us, we are Waldo...

 

isnt waldo in istanbul?!