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Dr 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.

(, Thu 1 May 2014, 15:24)
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Would have then. Would now. That is the only real truth in all this.
(, Thu 8 May 2014, 21:29, Reply)
The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one.

(, Thu 8 May 2014, 20:57, 3 replies)
My wifes vagina
Unidentified Fucking Object.
Yadda yadda...
No, u fuck off.
(, Thu 8 May 2014, 18:25, 4 replies)
Alien Abduction??
no it's sleep paralysis.

Ghosts are the same

(and witches probably)
(, Thu 8 May 2014, 17:46, Reply)
What do you do if you see a spaceman?
Park in it, man.
(, Thu 8 May 2014, 15:56, 1 reply)
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.
(, Thu 8 May 2014, 14:57, 4 replies)
I need some smack, anyone know a good torrent dealer.

(, Thu 8 May 2014, 14:44, Reply)

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