Hey!

Hey!  This site changed.  Thats dumb.  Change is dumb.  And yet without change wed still be eating food that isnt in hot pocket form.  Like cromagnum.  Whos DNA was spliced with the DNA of the alien ancestors, the Annunaki to create a cheap form of labor.  The hamburger was spliced with a bread coating that could be put in a microwave.  And then the Annunaki fought with the reptilian aliens.  The reptilians won.  They control the world bank. 

"Reptoids range from five and a half to 9 feet in height. They have lean, firm bodies with powerful arms and legs. They have long arms with three long fingers and an opposable thumb. Their feet have three toes and one recessed fourth that is toward the back side of their ankle. The claws are short and blunt. They do not have teats (heh, teats!) on their upper torso nor do they have a navel."

And then admiral Byrd went 2300 miles into the earth via a hole at the south pole where he met the Pledians who look nordic. 

Extra-terrestrial
Species:
Nordics

Aliases:
Swedes

Height:
5 – 6.5 feet

Weight:
120 – 240 pounds (estimated)

Eyes:
Human

Hair:
Blonde

Skin:
Pale white

Sex:
Male and Female

Communication:
Telepathic

The greys came here in the 50s to get in on some a dat. 

Extra-terrestrial
Species:
Greys

Aliases:
The Visitors
The Reticulians

Height:
3.5 – 6 feet

Weight:
65 – 90 pounds (estimated)

Eyes:
Large, oval-shaped, black

Hair:
None

Skin:
Grey
Rough-textured

Sex:
No visual reproductive organs
Cloning suspected form of reproduction

Communication:
Telepathic

I would say that when they reveal themselves after their clandestine war for hot pockets is over that the reptilians will be our new overlords.  I WOULD say that.  But no teats and no opposable thumbs, not gonna get very far in life that way.  They got the height and reach advantage though.  In summation, I think we can all agree it will be a good fight.  All hail lord Trong. 

 

 

 

 

 

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April 18, 2006

color me amused. and gay! haha. and Sex is out of the question. I don’t even like seeing your head poke through your sweater.