The clear night sky is a sea of wonder in the springtime. The stars shine down with the ferocity of a tiger in a bear trap and the air smells sweeter the candied honey dew. Living near the airport, I'm always catching a glimpse of airplanes coming in for the final decent and on a clear night outside the city, it's a cornucopia of colorful lights. It was an evening like this I saw something that didn't resemble a plane at all - more like some sort of unidentified flying object.
I, obviously, did not alert authorities. I had two reasons for this. First, I'm certain that I was looking at what was probably an airplane at some funny angle. Secondly - well - it's quite convoluted and I'll probably give reason two it's own paragraph. And that's what is wonderful about HTML (or XHTML). I can just put a little 'p' inside a 'less than' and 'greater than' symbol and BEEP BOOP BOOP BOP I've got a new paragraph. Ahh technology, the cause of my post-adolescent nocturnal emissions...
So anyway: The elite group of upstanding citizens known as "trailer park trash" (also sometimes called "yokels", "hillbillies", "hygenically-challenged", "bumpkins", and "cousin fuckers") has but one means of entry into their hallowed organization outside of heredity. Spotting a UFO and reporting it to authorities guarantees you lifetime membership in the aforementioned group of these oft maligned but misunderstood men and women. Doesn't matter if your shit Harvard Diplomas - you are labeled the moment you try to convince others that aliens had nothing better to do in this entire universe but stop by and wave at your silly ass.
So, for the record, I didn't see any objects that were either unidentified and/or flying. And this "blog entry"? Never happened. Please find some to erase your memory. May I suggest booze?
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