The Planet Biagra
My planet, Biagra. (Not Viagra)has cities and areas the Overlords control. Guess it's pretty boring because we all look alike. You call us aliens. We call ourselves Biagrans. We are mobile masses of interactive gelatinous membranes supported by structural flexors and replicated retrieval processes. Very simple. But you Gweebers are all different even though you are all Gweebers. I don't know if I can handle all these faces! Not only that, but you have something I just checked: Cultures:I could fit into a culture once and a while. Bang in the Chinese New Year with firecrackers, WHOOPS.... I guess some of your terms have other meanings. Or I could gospel sing and clap my hands. And live in an igloo with the Eskimos. But you Gweebers tend to " hang out" in cultures. Somehow, all of these cultures work together. Sometimes. Sometimes you screw it up... But there are larger geographic and cultural dominions called nations. Some Gweebers can actually determine who they want to run things. We just have the Overlords. No hanging chads for them.
Do the US Gweebers think this will work?And now other Gweebers are trying to enter this United States place. Can't say I blame them. You have all those fried cow meat places with the golden arches. I tried one. Not bad. Hold the onions though... And that mouse park in Florida.. ARRGGHH. But more that they let you rise as far as you want in this Nation US . That's why all the illegal aliens are pouring in. If aliens are illegal, what the Blac am I? Hmmmm. Oh, by the way, I can walk around with out you seeing me. You Gweebers aren't as smart as us and we can hide if we wish....
Listen:
Nation US: Let more in.
Illegals: Go at your own risk, Gweebers....
Regards,
FA
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