If I didn't look so much like my sisters, I'd SWEAR I was adopted.
I have a sister like that. My only answer is alien abduction messing with one of us.
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If I didn't look so much like my sisters, I'd SWEAR I was adopted.
I have a sister like that. My only answer is alien abduction messing with one of us.
Once we hear that Obama bit someone's sister once, we'll have entered a golden age. Or some wacky alternate reality without shrimp.
Anything's possible. I'm watching a show on the Science channel about super string theory and alternate dimension. It's making my brain hurt.
I need to go back and read Mimsy Were the Borogoves.
If I move to the universe without shrimp, will I remember shrimp, eternally longing for something that doesn't exist?
Yes, the Peruvian gang of fat-harvesting murderers was a hoax.
I just measured my calf for my own amusement--it's 16 3/4" around.
I don't know why your memories of shrimp wouldn't survive, -t.
Then I would rather not go. To remember shrimp and never have the possibility of eating one again, not oiled, not sizzling, not dipped in delicious coconut batter, it would be a torment.
No, there are no memories of shrimp in a proper world without shrimp. In a world without the very concept of shrimp, you can't remember it. Otherwise it's just a world where there isn't shrimp anymore.
bon, that's a weird thing for a cop to make up. That's not where I would have guessed the source of the story. Seems very high risk and really easy to get busted. Journalist, I'd have thought, or even criminals.
You could have a myth of shrimp in a world without shimp.
People would think -t was like one of those alien abductees.
I wouldn't have thought that fat-stealing story would get weirder, but it has. How very strange. Top organized crime investigators just, apparently, making things up.
I don't think I'd go around talking about shrimp. I'd just be sad and wistful and unable to explain why. Maybe that would be better, to sing the praises of the delicious imaginary crustacean, but as an alien to their universe I would be afraid of drawing attention, I think.