The Crazies Get Crazier
Yes, I know I’m posting a lot today. Why? Because this weekend is an American holiday weekend in which turkeys are sold in an abundance and little boys dance in circles.
Okay, there are no dancing little boys. Unless you count the ones playing some American Football. They kind of dance and stuff. Well, they do when they get knocked in the head too hard. Stupid football players and their weird dances.
But I do get four days off in a row in which posting may be somewhat difficult. Because of aliens. Aliens? You ask? Do you like questionmarks??? Ever since I became The Adventuress, I’ve been getting harrassing emails from a few different alien organizations. I’m not sure what their messages mean, but when I get photos like this:
… I think I have a right to complain to the masses out there. I don’t even know what this message means. I haven’t yet found a space ship and I definitely don’t think this planet is a hell hole. I mean, this is the only one, THAT WE KNOW OF, that will support the life in which I live. Not just financially either. I mean, there’s the whole oxygen thing and the whole food thing. Most planets can’t support those very two basic things that I need to live my life to its fullest.
So, Mr. Alien man, please - I beg you - stop sending me emails to help you off this planet. Unless you can come up with an ultra sweet adventure game in which I can play (for free) and review for you. Then, of course, you can send me weird emails. Until then, just make yourself comfy and warm and come celebrate Turkey Day with us. Then you’ll know why all of us humans love this planet.
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