I recall a joke about a literature class at uni where a student fell asleep. The professor called his name twice, the student went on snoring. Frustrated, the professor took the copy of 'The Canterbury Tales' he was referencing and whipped it with freakish accuracy across the room, hitting the student square on the head. Roused, the student said, 'What the HELL was that??'
The professor replied calmly, 'That, young man, was a flying Chaucer.'
Which, I reckon, is about as close as we're ever likely to get to alien visitation.
Boru
The professor replied calmly, 'That, young man, was a flying Chaucer.'
Which, I reckon, is about as close as we're ever likely to get to alien visitation.
Boru
‘I can’t be having with this.’ - Esmeralda Weatherwax
