One would think with all of the intergalactic parties happening around here I wouldn’t have a problem. After all the green guys know how to throw a party. But they don’t get drunk on alcohol, they fly the skies on High Fructose Corn Syrup and those incomplete fats that clog arteries. The results are the same:
“But wait? How many notes in bottles can you possibly find on one beach.” Alfred. the little green man who adopted me (so that he could hide from the History Channel and eat my cat), said.
It was hard to understand him because his mouth was full. Before answering , I glanced over at the cat tree to find the cat giving me the death glare from her top branch.I didn’t feel it necessary to explain myself or the concept of fiction to him because I really tired of clearing purple puke. In fact I had googled The History Channel and printed off their contact page with their UFO hotline phone number.