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The aliens came back today. They re-arranged the garden to look like a 3rd grade jungle scene. It's not what I would have done with it, but it's at the very least interesting.
I couldn't see them, but I assumed they wanted to come in, so I put a pot of tea on and set the table. I guess they're not a fan of english breakfast, since they knocked the whole set over. I have third degree burns on my thighs and arms.
Anyways, the table knocked me unconcious, which turned out to be a strategy to communicate with me. They showed me what it's going to be like after the third world war that's coming up soon. We all wear plastic gloves all the time, since the radioactive dust likes to settle under our fingernails. This starts off regressive mutations that follows down the entire evolutionary line in a matter of days.
Some good things came of this, obviously fantastic scientific advancements. We were wrong all along though, monkeys have nothing to do with us. We evolved from an even more pre-historic version of the dodo bird, which we eventually killed and forced into extinction.
This makes us poultry. This means we go well with a french white Burgundy wine. This also goes very well with Duck meat.
Another funny thing about the future is that we're going to kill out pop culture with the third world war. Although not immediately, this in turn will kill out all art in any form whatsoever. Within the next 25 years, look forward to dead, desolate age with no entertainment outside of "reality" tv. The only thing close to art left will be the ink blots used for psychiatric purposes. Everyone has a psychiatrist. Everyone is prescribed zoloft. It's my personal observation that this makes everyone rub their feet together before they go to sleep.
Music will become Illegal.
Oh, and by the way, we're going to lose the war this time.
We will be taken over by Yemen.
You didn't see that one coming, did you.
I couldn't see them, but I assumed they wanted to come in, so I put a pot of tea on and set the table. I guess they're not a fan of english breakfast, since they knocked the whole set over. I have third degree burns on my thighs and arms.
Anyways, the table knocked me unconcious, which turned out to be a strategy to communicate with me. They showed me what it's going to be like after the third world war that's coming up soon. We all wear plastic gloves all the time, since the radioactive dust likes to settle under our fingernails. This starts off regressive mutations that follows down the entire evolutionary line in a matter of days.
Some good things came of this, obviously fantastic scientific advancements. We were wrong all along though, monkeys have nothing to do with us. We evolved from an even more pre-historic version of the dodo bird, which we eventually killed and forced into extinction.
This makes us poultry. This means we go well with a french white Burgundy wine. This also goes very well with Duck meat.
Another funny thing about the future is that we're going to kill out pop culture with the third world war. Although not immediately, this in turn will kill out all art in any form whatsoever. Within the next 25 years, look forward to dead, desolate age with no entertainment outside of "reality" tv. The only thing close to art left will be the ink blots used for psychiatric purposes. Everyone has a psychiatrist. Everyone is prescribed zoloft. It's my personal observation that this makes everyone rub their feet together before they go to sleep.
Music will become Illegal.
Oh, and by the way, we're going to lose the war this time.
We will be taken over by Yemen.
You didn't see that one coming, did you.