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I must confess that I am loving when every news program this week ends with a note that the sky is falling. They think.
On Thursday. Or Friday. Or Saturday. Or Sunday. Mark your calendars.
In a bunch of pieces. They are pretty sure.
Probably small pieces. Or large pieces. Or some of both. But for sure, pieces. Pretty sure.
The pieces will probably land in an ocean. Because Earth has lots of those. Or on land. Because Earth has a bunch of that too. Possibly in a remote area. Or a populated one. Yeah, something like that.
Somewhere north of Antarctica. And south of the North Pole. Give or take a few hundred miles.
The destination might be east of your home. Or it could be west. Or on top if it, all Wicked Witch of the West style. Get out your ruby red slippers, girls!
Let me know if you spot one of these mysterious pieces. And as long as no one gets hurt, I will continue to find this all the most amusing spot of TV this week.
The sky is falling, the sky is falling...
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2 comments:
You crack me up. The funniest thing is, it's absolutely true. I try not to watch the news at all if I can possibly avoid it. It just makes one a paranoid mess. I would rather watch "Dog, the Bounty Hunter" than our local news.
Did it ever fall anywhere? I kinda stopped following the whole story and figured I'd probably be able to see the flaming mass of space trash hurtling towards me and be able to get out of the way.
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