I’m finding all of this rather alarming. Dibbs, you sound like you’ve done a lot of research in this area. Can you extrapolate further what you think these aliens are looking for or intending?
Polyps.
With Dibbs they found one.
Obviously, Dibbs is a member of the skeptical community, masquerading as a UFO believer, and posting in such a manner as to bring disapproval upon that community. Only the Center for Inquiry could arrange so arrant a false-flag/Trojan Horse operation.
It only proves how afraid the skeptics are, and how strong the evidence really is of visits from Arcturus, where marmot eyeballs are a vital ingredient in their immortality serum.
Sometimes, people get fired for a reason. I guess **asimovian **rolled the dice and this thread ended up here.
Dibbs, please consider the fact that you are actually a very stupid person. Dunning Kruger indeed.
Dibbs, having personal knowledge of the existance of aliens, how did you get around the fact you don’t have hyperskin?
As we now know, any interaction with these beings involves burnt out eyebals, mutilation and drainage holes, which, of course, is the necessary steps into understanding any biology, let alone just saying, “hello.”
“To know death, Otto, you have to fuck life in the gallbladder.” Baron Frankenstein
No, I think the problem is they went a little too deep. They hit brain while probing. That’ll ruin anyone’s day.
I think that to hit brain matter with an anal probing of Dibbs, shallow is the correct term.
OK, I’m going to admit to something I’ve succeeded in keeping secret for a very long time.
Back in the mid-1990’s I was ritualistically and habitually mutilated by extraterrestrial beings from outer space—great big, hairy beings with very large genitals and multiple slimy appendages.
They’d zip on down in their turbo-charged space ships and have their way with me at will. Those were the most [del]delightful[/del] traumatic experiences of my entire life!
Oh, it started innocently enough, even mutually consensual, with their anal probing and such…but it escalated way beyond that shortly thereafter. Let me tell you, aliens from the bad side of outer space are quite naughty and somewhat misanthropic. Yeah, sure, they’re kinda cute, but that does not make up for their naughtiness and over-abundant sex drives.
I’m a victim. A victim of unspeakable crimes against nature and all that is holy. As such, I can speak no further of the unspeakable genital hate crimes committed against me by horrible space aliens with unquenchable sexual urges.
And, if that’s not bad enough, the bastards promise to call…but never do!
“Tell the truth. You don’t come here for the hunting, do you?”
What the grizzly bear said to the hunter it was about to sexually and brutally ravage for the third hunting season in a row. (From a jokes thread here recently.)
ETA: mmm. Unquenchable.
Yup, it was probably Blanka; he’s Brazilian.
Well, I wouldn’t want my daughter getting impregnated by any alien “of the bad variety”. Would you?
I assure you that they are very serious in their skillfully executed derision.
So they found a dead body in Latin America that was all cut up? These weren’t aliens, he obviously just called someone “butthurt”.
Who knew aliens were after our assholes all along?
I can’t imagine how that might be pitched here at something like NASA. “Let’s face it. Space is fucking boring and fruitless. Unless… We can find beings we can ass-rape. I submit to you, ladies and gentlemen, that we forgo our current efforts into scientific space endeavors, and put all our resources, both intellectual and monetary, into interstellar travel so we can anally probe the assholes of advanced alien life.”
“But can we also burn out their eye-holes?”
“Ummm… Sure, I don’t see why not.”
“Ayes” all around.
It was done by a chupacabra.
Unless…
Unless chupacabras are aliens!
Apparently you’ve no personal experience with the abuse of heavy drugs over generations … or you’d already be in line at Soldier Field.
Well, they definitely weren’t Mods then.
Yeah, he should have went with this info was revealed through a personal revelation or experience. And when asked for more details, he can’t, because…well, it’s just that personal.