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| Recently, the most earth-like planet known beyond our solar system was found (under someone's bed, I assume). | |
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| Anyway, it got me thinking about alien life and whether or not I want to be contacted by it. My feelings change based on the situation. | |
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| Example: I do not want to be contacted if the alien has more than one big, sharp tooth. I can handle one because it's kind of like my can opener. And that fucking thing never works. | |
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| Two big, sharp teeth might be manageable, provided that one's on the top and one's on the bottom. | |
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| Then I will call it grandma and make it buy me a GoBot. | |
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| Mommy told me I was a Transformer :( | |
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