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Maggie Shamrock · 11-17-2003, 07:47 PM

November 17, 2003

I thought the bus high jacking was all a dream until I saw footage of the smoldering bus in the ravine I had driven it into on 20/20. There was Diane Sawyer, big as life, going on about the mysterious bus crash, and was asking was it “terrorism or just plain old juvenile delinquency” that caused the needless destruction of the bus?

It turns out that the bus was not owned by the city but a Baptist church down the street from the public transit office. Pastor Bennie Bob Brewster was pretty riled up about the whole affair and was madder than a nudist sitting on a chrome chair in summer time. I don't know what I'm going to do now....I mean, they've got the F.B.I. conducting an investigation into the whole thing. Guess I'm going to have to send a telepathic message to the mothership for some guidance.

I also figured out that Michelle was speaking to me in mothership code when I spoke to her on the phone. When she said "restraining order" it really meant "come on over"... and "serious help" meant "I need to be felt". I totally misunderstood her...she's not crazy...just very, very cunning! I left a message on her answering machine letting her know I now "understood completely" what she was trying to convey and would be over at her place at eight o'clock sharp with ripe headcheese and a bottle of mold/seed soaked in a nice, little Chardonnay. I told her I was going to bring my Bee Gee's "Saturday Night Fever" eight track to set the mood. Yeah, it's gonna be a night of romance...and sex...lots of SEX. But, uh, only for the good of the mothership and the propagation of the alien beings that inhabit her. That's what it's really all about, right?

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11-17-2003, 07:47 PM	#11
Maggie Shamrock monkey Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Alternate Universe Posts: 29	November 17, 2003 I thought the bus high jacking was all a dream until I saw footage of the smoldering bus in the ravine I had driven it into on 20/20. There was Diane Sawyer, big as life, going on about the mysterious bus crash, and was asking was it “terrorism or just plain old juvenile delinquency” that caused the needless destruction of the bus? It turns out that the bus was not owned by the city but a Baptist church down the street from the public transit office. Pastor Bennie Bob Brewster was pretty riled up about the whole affair and was madder than a nudist sitting on a chrome chair in summer time. I don't know what I'm going to do now....I mean, they've got the F.B.I. conducting an investigation into the whole thing. Guess I'm going to have to send a telepathic message to the mothership for some guidance. I also figured out that Michelle was speaking to me in mothership code when I spoke to her on the phone. When she said "restraining order" it really meant "come on over"... and "serious help" meant "I need to be felt". I totally misunderstood her...she's not crazy...just very, very cunning! I left a message on her answering machine letting her know I now "understood completely" what she was trying to convey and would be over at her place at eight o'clock sharp with ripe headcheese and a bottle of mold/seed soaked in a nice, little Chardonnay. I told her I was going to bring my Bee Gee's "Saturday Night Fever" eight track to set the mood. Yeah, it's gonna be a night of romance...and sex...lots of SEX. But, uh, only for the good of the mothership and the propagation of the alien beings that inhabit her. That's what it's really all about, right?