On the night of October 11, 1973, two men went fishing and got caught by Bi-curious, lobster handed, aliens. Why are aliens so interested in our junk? Or, what is it about our rectums that wrecks them? (Sorry. That pun presented itself mid type.)
I present Ma with a story where the bright stars meet the some dim wits. Or are they dim? Perhaps, they are the most illuminated of us all. I mean, I’ve never been roofied by space creatures.