Monday was winter. Tuesday and Wednesday it was spring. Now it's winter again.
I drove into work this morning behind one of those spacecraft from Close Encounters of the Third Kind. At least I thought it was at first, what with all the flashing, blinking, whirring many-coloured, blinding lights. Turns out it was just a snowplough. I should have known by the fact that it was only doing 40km/hr all the way into work.
I bet that's what happened at Roswell. Some military guy got sick and tired of crawling behind the snowplough and blew it away, then claimed he though it was a UFO. (Yes, I know Roswell is in the desert. What's your point?) The rest was just his bosses covering for him and it kind of got out of hand.
Published on January 31, 2013 05:41