No-Name Dino: the adventure begins

This is the tale of No-Name Dino. I found him cruising around on a Mega-Bus. I bathed him in multiple squeezes of my hand sanitizer and then again in a Starbucks bathroom. And then the adventure began.

Meet No-Name Dino.

He is a pink dinosaur with blue patches on his back. He likes going new places and meeting new people and experiencing different swatches of fabric. Like this one below. No-Name Dino likes things with two colors like his back. He also liked the dog hair on it because it smelled like a dog.

No-Name Dino had never been to New York City before. He liked all the stripes on the ground. he didn't like when the cars drove over the stripes because he didn't understand that the stripes were just paint and that the cars couldn't hurt it. No-Name Dino isn't very bright.

He pretended he was a giant dinosaur made out of real dinosaur flesh and tried to cross the street. He didn't get too far before the cars scared him away. Like I said, not very bright.

No-Name Dino learns to mind the gap. I told him they only really say that in London. Mind the Gap is also a movie starring Alan King, but you didn't need to know that.

No-Name Dino gets overwhelmed by the concrete of the city and finds solace in a potted plant. 

OH HEEEEEEEEY!

All that traipsing through the jungle makes No-Name Dino very thirsty. A Bodega offers plenty of liquid options. He has trouble picking out which. 

Peach tea, green tea, which Arizona should he take?

No-Name Dino makes his decision based solely on golf swing. The result is delightfully delicious. Not to lemony not too heavy on tea. Dino is pleased with the Palmer. He considers taking up golf.

No-Name finds himself remarkably lonely in a city of millions. He hopes for a friend. He finds an egg. He assumes there is some baby creature inside.

This mystery egg perplexes Dino. 

[Not Pictured]: No-Name Dino, disappointed at the outcome of breaking open the egg drinks himself into a gooey stupor. In a scotch-induced fantasy he finds a friend.

In actuality...

he was talking to this guy the entire time --->

Bed time comes for our friend. He's drunk, he's tired, he's in dinosaur dreamland.

Update: No-Name Dino wandered away in the night. Perhaps he slept-walk. Dinosaurs are know to do that after drinking scotch. Look it up. 

Stay tuned for the next installment of No-Name Dino!