Well, damn. Looks like my secret, aluminum-foil-wrapped anti-govt./UFO-transmission DA-DA PEACE bunker has been discovered by the grays’ hairdressers. BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN THEY AREN’T STILL CONTROLLING MY BRAIN. Or the amount of coffee I drink. Is this thing on? I need some Aquanet.
Stupid Smart Meters? Bring ’em on! All your cellular base belong to us!
Wow, how long can I milk a
stupid great joke? FOREVER. A week, ok? (But if that Bloomberg guy calls me a wingnut again, I’m gonna use this joke FOR MONTHS. He’s probably MY CONTROLLER. I’d like to go #2 now, #1…)