Where has my watch been?

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Everybody knows the examples of moving at the speed of light in spaceships with watches and all that snot to talk about relativity, light speed, Star Trek and blah blah blah. Today I was fishing around in my glove compartment for a stamp and pull out (drumroll) a watch that was a graduation present from my grandparents. I have been missing this watch for over a year with much gnashing of teeth and wearing of sackcloth for losing it because of a) its sentimental value and b) its one of those fancy silver deals with real hands :eek: . I digress. . .

This should be impossible because I have been in that glove compartment a million times since the watch was last seen for stamps, maps, tail light bulbs, pens, registration and insurance information :rolleyes: , screwdrivers, condoms, side arms, a flashlight, loose change, a lighter, a orphan cigarette (PLEASE?!), a book of matches, aligator clips, tire pressure gauge, napkins and yes, gloves.

Today was a magical day. After a years absence to God knows where, I rolled the dice and came up watch. However, my watch has been on some mystical journey because my watch tells me that today is the 2nd and EVERYBODY knows that today is the 8th. duh. So it’s either 6 days slow or 3 weeks and 4 days fast or any number of possibilities. Where has my watch been to have deviated from “Earth time” as we know it?

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Hidden in someones ass?

</pulp fiction>

(kinda goes with your username, too)

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CatSpace - ya know how when you look for a cat, it’s never there? They’re in CatSpace, probably on the Baste planet. And they can warp in and out of CatSpace at will. So, when you sit in an empty room, and after a little while, notice a cat staring at you, Just got back from CatSpace. Bet there’s cat hair on your watch…

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My father-in-law lost one while preg checking a cow once. Come to think of it, that was in a glove box as well.
Moo.

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I have smelled The Watch and it smells nothing of anus or cow.

Cat hair is inconclusive since every thing I own is covered in cat hai. . . woah.

The year is 1998 isn’t it?