So there you are, gargantillions of decimal or non-decimal units of length measurement away, considering a trip to that exotic holiday destination you heard of in some more or less trustworthy channel of information.
You already booked it at your local travel agency last week? Well buddy, regardless of what the fellow from behind the counter has told you, let me get this straight: None of the stuff in the video will be there the day when the nose of your steamer (and hopefully the rest) dives through that certain ozone absorbing atmosphere. You read it here first. No Windsors, no Prime Ministers in blue dresses, neither palindromes nor paddocks.
If at all, there's a very very tiny chance for you to stumble over some porridge molecules, because that substance is really really hard to oxydize. A few of the cups and spoons once used by tea digesting amoeboid protozoa eons ago might still be lying around also. In case you happen to belong to the same widespread taxonomic category, I think this would please your eye, although your distant relatives would certainly be extinct. BTW, you do have an eye, sort of, don't you?
I beg your pardon? Oh, you don't understand what "BTW" means? Come on. Don't tell me you don't have wikis and search engines out there! You should be able to find it out in just a few mouse clicks. What a mouse is? Originally, it's a small mammal belonging to the order of rodents, but... ahem, let's stop it here please. Sorry, but we're getting OT and I have loads of housework to do, not to mention I ought to prepare myself for becoming extinct later on.
In conclusion, I wish you to be prepared, too. Don't get the blues after your arrival. Cheer up, think positive! One can have a nice stay even on the parade ground of destruction. And the next cross galactic amoeboid gender neutral superstar genius may be only two mutations away from its first appearance on the cosmic stage.
You already booked it at your local travel agency last week? Well buddy, regardless of what the fellow from behind the counter has told you, let me get this straight: None of the stuff in the video will be there the day when the nose of your steamer (and hopefully the rest) dives through that certain ozone absorbing atmosphere. You read it here first. No Windsors, no Prime Ministers in blue dresses, neither palindromes nor paddocks.
If at all, there's a very very tiny chance for you to stumble over some porridge molecules, because that substance is really really hard to oxydize. A few of the cups and spoons once used by tea digesting amoeboid protozoa eons ago might still be lying around also. In case you happen to belong to the same widespread taxonomic category, I think this would please your eye, although your distant relatives would certainly be extinct. BTW, you do have an eye, sort of, don't you?
I beg your pardon? Oh, you don't understand what "BTW" means? Come on. Don't tell me you don't have wikis and search engines out there! You should be able to find it out in just a few mouse clicks. What a mouse is? Originally, it's a small mammal belonging to the order of rodents, but... ahem, let's stop it here please. Sorry, but we're getting OT and I have loads of housework to do, not to mention I ought to prepare myself for becoming extinct later on.
In conclusion, I wish you to be prepared, too. Don't get the blues after your arrival. Cheer up, think positive! One can have a nice stay even on the parade ground of destruction. And the next cross galactic amoeboid gender neutral superstar genius may be only two mutations away from its first appearance on the cosmic stage.
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