Subject: Roswell New Mexico
Two aliens landed in the New Mexico desert
near a gas station that was closed for
the night. They approached one of the gas
pumps and the younger alien addressed it
saying, 'Greetings, Earthling. We come in
peace. Take us to your leader.'
The gas pump, of course, didn't respond.
The younger alien became angry at the lack
of response.
The older alien said, 'I'd calm down if I
were you.' The younger alien ignored the
warning and repeated his greeting. Again,
there was no response.
Annoyed by what he perceived to be the
pump's haughty attitude, he drew his ray
gun and said impatiently, 'Greetings,
Earthling. We come in peace. Do not
ignore us this way! Take us to your leader
or I will fire!'
The older alien again warned his comrade
saying, 'You probably don't want to do
that! I really don't think you should make
him mad.'
'Rubbish,' replied the cocky, young alien.
He aimed his weapon at the pump and fired.
There was a huge explosion. A massive
fireball roared towards them and blew the
younger alien off his feet and deposited
him, a burnt, smoking mess about 200 yards
away in a cactus patch.
Half an hour passed. When he finally
regained consciousness, he
refocused his three eyes, straightened his
bent antenna, and looked dazedly at the
older, wiser alien who was standing over
him shaking his big, green head.
'What a ferocious creature!' exclaimed the
young, fried alien. 'He damn near killed
me! How did you know he was so dangerous?'
The older alien leaned over, placed a
friendly feeler on his crispy friend and
replied, 'If there's one thing I've
learned during my intergalactic travels,
You don't want to mess with a guy who can
loop his penis over his shoulder twice and
then stick it in his ear.'
And that is the true story of what happened in Roswell NM. 1947.
Two aliens landed in the New Mexico desert
near a gas station that was closed for
the night. They approached one of the gas
pumps and the younger alien addressed it
saying, 'Greetings, Earthling. We come in
peace. Take us to your leader.'
The gas pump, of course, didn't respond.
The younger alien became angry at the lack
of response.
The older alien said, 'I'd calm down if I
were you.' The younger alien ignored the
warning and repeated his greeting. Again,
there was no response.
Annoyed by what he perceived to be the
pump's haughty attitude, he drew his ray
gun and said impatiently, 'Greetings,
Earthling. We come in peace. Do not
ignore us this way! Take us to your leader
or I will fire!'
The older alien again warned his comrade
saying, 'You probably don't want to do
that! I really don't think you should make
him mad.'
'Rubbish,' replied the cocky, young alien.
He aimed his weapon at the pump and fired.
There was a huge explosion. A massive
fireball roared towards them and blew the
younger alien off his feet and deposited
him, a burnt, smoking mess about 200 yards
away in a cactus patch.
Half an hour passed. When he finally
regained consciousness, he
refocused his three eyes, straightened his
bent antenna, and looked dazedly at the
older, wiser alien who was standing over
him shaking his big, green head.
'What a ferocious creature!' exclaimed the
young, fried alien. 'He damn near killed
me! How did you know he was so dangerous?'
The older alien leaned over, placed a
friendly feeler on his crispy friend and
replied, 'If there's one thing I've
learned during my intergalactic travels,
You don't want to mess with a guy who can
loop his penis over his shoulder twice and
then stick it in his ear.'
And that is the true story of what happened in Roswell NM. 1947.
