posted on Mar, 5 2009 @ 01:33 PM
Two years ago I was at a conference at a hotel just off Chesapeake
Bay and the guy (I forget his name), who hosted the conference was
explaining how through psychic energy we may be unwittingly drawing
UFO's to our planet. He later, after several drinks, said to the small
crowd at the bar that he believed something big was going to happen.
I stepped forward, placed my Martini (2 olives, shaken but not stirred of
course), on to the bar and asked "How BIG?"
His blue eyes twinkled, as he turned and reached for the hospitality
basket on the bar. He grinned as he plucked a tasty treat from the wicker
bowl and said "Well, let's say this Twinkie represents the normal amount
of psychokinetic energy in the New York area. Based on this morning's
reading, it would be a Twinkie thirty-five feet long, weighing
approximately six hundred pounds." I removed my horned-rimmed
spectacles, wiped the sheen from my balding pate and whispered to
myself "That's a big Twinkie."
The barman Lloyd, (the best damn barman from Portland Maine to
Portland Oregon) leaned over and asked "Do you want some coffee,
I glanced back at the host and whimpered "Do I?" He wiped the
remains of the twinky from his mouth and said "Yes, have some."
"Yes, have some." I repeated. With that, the guy turned to a slighlty
overweight blonde woman and with one eyebrow raised, he hissed
"I recommend the sugar pucks. They're excellent."
Makes you think nuh?
[edit on 5-3-2009 by IronMan]