Those aliens are a lot smarter then we are. They travel many light years to get to us and we got a far as the moon. They must know a lot more then us.
When aliens abduct people, what do they say the aliens do to them. They stick something up their ass. I don’t think they’re doing this for kicks. If they want kicks, they can do it in their own neighborhood.
They’re doing it for medical reasons. I think there’s a socket up our ass and the aliens have the right plug for it. They plug it in and it gives you a readout of our entire body, even your DNA makeup. Tells you everything. It’s like taking your car to the dealer and they plug it into the computer. It’s tell you what’s wrong with you. And maybe they can tweak it so it heals.
Once we figure out how the aliens do this. You won’t have to go for all the test the doctors send you for. All you have to do, it go into the office, bend over, he plugs the plug into the socket, and you have everything in a minute.
I got this the other day from Amazon. When I used to fold my shirts, they came out all different sizes and wrinkled. I use this and it’s neat and organized. One of my better buys.
Had the weirdest thing happen to me yesterday. I had a case of Deja Vu. It would have been great if I was listening to CSN&Y’s “DejaVu” when it happened.
First I got to say my living room has three attached windows. Big one in the middle and two smaller on the sides. I’m in the kitchen and I’m making a pot of coffee. I’m putting the water in the pot and look out the living room window and see a man walk across from left to right. As he walking he’s looking at his smart phone. I turn the water off and look out the window, like three seconds later and see the same guy walking across from left to right.
It was only three seconds. It’s a three cup coffee pot, it don’t take long to fill it. How could it be the same guy. He didn’t have time to walk across, turn around then walk back in that short period of time. And he did the same thing both times. Looking at his smart phone. It was like watching something on tape, rewinding it and playing it again. It was the exact same thing.
There’s something strange going on with me and the number 714. There’s hardly a day that goes by that I don’t miss 7:14 on the clock. I’ll be in my living room, reading a book, look at the cable box and it’s 7:14. In the morning, when I come home from work and sit at the computer, I turn around and look at the clock on the dresser, 7:14. This happens almost every day. I never miss it. Just now, I was in the living room listening to music with the headphones on, I look up, 7:14. Babe Ruth has 714 home runs.
I don’t know what it is. I’m at work last night and I’m on the order picker, I look down and see714.
People tell me to play the number. I played the number and nothing happened. This is like something out of the “X Files.” I wait for something to happen with that number but it never does. It just keeps popping up.
“She talks so much my arm hurts”