Imagine you're sitting with a alien in a space travel agency looking at a globe.
I bet the aliens can't wait to meet us with our hydrogen bombs, striped toothpaste, fake plastic dog shit, and sneakers with lights in them.
I think you need to be made chief intergalactic Officer for public relations.
I bet the aliens can't wait to meet us with our hydrogen bombs, striped toothpaste, fake plastic dog shit, and sneakers with lights in them.
I think you need to be made chief intergalactic Officer for public relations.