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dotinthesky) wrote2006-03-04 04:34 pm
dotinthesky) wrote2006-03-04 04:34 pm
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The Illuminati Don't Eat Oatmeals
I was in Budgens, adding some Muesli to my shopping basket, when a lady beside said:
- Excuse me, can you hand me three of those?
She pointed at the oatmeal bags right at the top of the shelf. I said "no problem" and began handing them to her. She was short, with dark skin, long hair, and dirty nails. She smiled all the time, saying "thank you" as I handed the bags to her. When I was finished, she leaned forward and said:
- The reason why the Queen went to Iraq wasn't to help them; the Queen went to Iraq to start World War III.
Alarm bells
- There's a book called "The Biggest Secret", she continued. It's written by DAVID ICKE.
- Oh yeah, I know him. Shrill alarm bells.
- Go to Whiteley's, they have the book. Read page 462. Don't forget. 462.
- I will. Thank you, I said before hurrying away.
I bet page 462 talks about the Queen Mother being the supreme Lizard who ate Princess Diana's heart after her accident. I wonder if Paddington Library has a copy.
- Excuse me, can you hand me three of those?
She pointed at the oatmeal bags right at the top of the shelf. I said "no problem" and began handing them to her. She was short, with dark skin, long hair, and dirty nails. She smiled all the time, saying "thank you" as I handed the bags to her. When I was finished, she leaned forward and said:
- The reason why the Queen went to Iraq wasn't to help them; the Queen went to Iraq to start World War III.
Alarm bells
- There's a book called "The Biggest Secret", she continued. It's written by DAVID ICKE.
- Oh yeah, I know him. Shrill alarm bells.
- Go to Whiteley's, they have the book. Read page 462. Don't forget. 462.
- I will. Thank you, I said before hurrying away.
I bet page 462 talks about the Queen Mother being the supreme Lizard who ate Princess Diana's heart after her accident. I wonder if Paddington Library has a copy.
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My mom's encounter was with a mountain-man style homeless fellow who asked her if her dog was a "sweet baby" in a non-sexual way. Mine was this morning waiting for the Salvation army to open (so that I could donate and he could purchase?) when a very hairy guy rolled up on a bicycle with lots of things tied to his body and his bike and asked if I had a "happy baby."
It was just odd that these two, independent and gruff-looking mean would refer to our dogs as babies within a 30 minute period on two opposite coasts (seattle/florida).