Getting picked up by little green men isn't all it's cracked up to be. You want to go to the intergalactic mall. They want to play with the probulator. Next thing you know you're cracking little green skulls with your tire iron and demanding to be taken home right this instant.
Hmm. Kinda like half the dates I've ever been on, when you think about it...
Saturday, January 12, 2008
It bears repeating.
Roberta X claims she hasn't been abducted by aliens. In her comments section, I said: