I never cease to be amazed by what I come across on the internet…
Here is a totally serious website that is for people who are abducted by aliens on a regular basis. Mind you, it must get to be a bit of a bore after it’s happened a few times. But, it all gets far more interesting than that! If you are one of those repeatedly captured humans (bless your cotton socks) then this site could really be of
Us humans have it so easy with out Doctors in London and our cheap flights to Barcelona. Safely nestled in to our well-heated homes, watching TV. And when we get cold, oh! It’s the end of the world! Don’t you think that’s a little strange?
What I am saying is this: us doing-actually-really-very-well-humans complain far too much, especially in the most greedy parts of western society. That’s nothing that anyone didn’t know, of course, but still, now and again someone
I used to love writing letters. The entire process, from start to finish–The planning what to write–The actual painstaking business of writing itself, followed by the sliding the paper in to the envelope. Ah…There was something so magical about that, but even better was receiving a letter. You felt like the most special person on earth–
Emails destroyed all that of course. No longer did I feel special or unique. They wrecked several hundred—if not thousand—years worth of letter writing
Life, eh? Take firsthips for example: if you’re a girl and you get them early then all the other girls get jealous and hate you (I’m not a girl and never was one, but have it on strict authority that this is the case). If they come too late then that’s a nightmare too: you have to spend years being known as the girl with no hips. To be honest, going through life and not getting grief / being