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Me when the saucer abducts me:
I’ve had my thumb out for a while but I think galactic traffic is intentionally detouring around us and I don’t blame them
The problem with money is that it is worth nothing when it really counts
Hey, the saying is ass, gas, or grass. Surely there is something I can trade them for a ride. After all, I hear they like probing…
earth is “the projects” to the rest of this galactic quadrant
More like the pile of junk in the far corner of the garden where you know there is a dead squirrel somewhere but you’d rather leave the whole thing along.
Can aliens be bribed with sweet & spicy cornbread?
I can be if that helps
