I don't know about you guys but I drove out into the country early Sunday morning to try and catch a glimpse of NASA's comet dust flying saucer thing burning up. I ended up at an airport and waited around for 15 minutes. Besides the coke machine that was rattling and scaring the shit out of me, there was nobody around for a good distance. I hung around until a little after 1:56 AM or whatever time it entered the atmosphere, no dice. Didn't see anything except for something that was probably a plane, what with the blinking red light on the side of it and all. Thanks for nothing again, NASA.
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"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
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