Wednesday night when I went to bed, I didn’t have a shirt on, I’m sure of it. Thursday morning when I woke up, I had a shirt on. Weird, but nothing big.
Today when I woke up… I had a bizarre yellow-green discoloration on my arm covered by a birthmark that I don’t think I had before.
I can only conclude that I am part of some alien plot.
Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. We were just beta-testing some new features.
On the bright side, you won’t have to worry about those pesky “cookies” when logging into the boards anymore–from any computer in the world! Cool, huh?
(By the way, if you don’t stop picking at the sub-dermal implant, it’s never gonna heal.)
“In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.” – Carl Sagan
The above message has been approved by the Secret Masters of the Illuminati.
I beg to differ, sir. Since it’s obvious that SenorBeef has already been abducted, it doesn’t matter which side the shiny side is on. In fact, I would suggest that the dull side be worn on the outside 'cause aliens think it’s real purty.
It may be uncomfortable, but it’s almost certain that you’ll really screw up the Gray’s survey report. The might even loose their grant money because of it.
They give you a shirt, they give you a nice (?) tatoo, you know, the aliens are your friends. Just do’t give in to an anal probe, no matter how many shirts, or tatoos they give you.
I too live with this fear on a daily basis. There is no evidence to suppport it. I have never seen any aliens, and rectum shows no signs of tampering, yet the fear persists.
I could be an unknowing pawn of alien forces. I cannot figure out a test to prove or disprove it. For now, I must watch myself carefully.