UFOs and close encountersDr Skagra asks: Ever seen a UFO? Convinced of life on other planets? Are you David Icke? Go into really graphic details about anal probes. Otherwise, just tell us of your UFO sightings: You know - how you once saw a helicopter, thought it was an alien invasion and soiled your trousers.
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Scully.Would have then. Would now. That is the only real truth in all this.
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Fork Has lost his bash virginity!, Thu 8 May 2014, 21:29,
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The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one.(
drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Thu 8 May 2014, 20:57,
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My wifes vaginaUnidentified Fucking Object.
Yadda yadda...
No, u fuck off.
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PooPants, Thu 8 May 2014, 18:25,
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Alien Abduction??no it's sleep paralysis.
Ghosts are the same
(and witches probably)
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buffet_the_appetite_slayer ٩(●̮̃•)۶ jacked in to the ICE on, Thu 8 May 2014, 17:46,
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Flying? Check. Object? Check. Close encounter? Properly check. Unidentified? unconfirmed…I once went to a Mordred / Scat Opera gig in some shonky nightclub in Birmingham. Whilst standing just a few feet from the stage and attempting to enjoy the thrash / fusion stylings of said exponents, I casually looked up, and from the corner of my eye I noticed something odd, airborne, and bathed in a strange glow (which might have possibly been provided by one of the spotlights).
With my peepers blurry, and my head on the wrong side of wrecked, I could not instantly tell what it was, but it was spinning with an eerie intensity. Suddenly, I realised it was heading right for me! As panic set in, I tried to move but was unable to; pinned in as I was by the throngs of sweaty, long-haired tax dodging parasites around me.
I had no choice. I remained where I was and closed my eyes. The cunting thing connected and walloped my poor swede with the power of (what seemed like) a thousand supernovas. “FUCKING OW!” I muttered, but my sorrow was merely absorbed by the loudness of the sheer metal funkness that was thrusting out from the amps on-stage.
At that point, I still had no idea what it was that got me. It was only later when everyone was leaving that I saw...down by my feet was a lone Dr Martin boot.
Who the fuck takes a boot off and lobs it at a gig? Where’s the logic?
You people are weird.
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d.r._and_quinch when will you be famous?, Thu 8 May 2014, 14:44,
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