A man came up to the desk and handed Chlarson, the librarian I work with, a piece of paper. Chlarson looks it over for a call number or book title, but all he sees is a bunch of numbers and math gibberish. He asks the man what he can help him find or what he wants him to do with the paper. The man says that he doesn't want help. He wanted to show his proof, the mathematical equation, that aliens really do live on the planet.
The man then takes his paper and goes to the third floor. Up there he asks for help in finding a lawyer who is not corrupted by the aliens. Why does he need the lawyer you ask? He said that he needed the lawyer to represent him to NASA so that he can teach them how build better spaceships with the alien technology that he has found.
Yeah, it doesn't get better than that!
Sunday, March 7, 2010
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2 comments:
You're right. It doesn't get better than this! It's amazing to me that these people are actually out there!
Bwahahahahahahahahah! Thats a good one!
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