The morning found me on the streets, happy to be alive, but unprepared for what was to come.
I had vague memories of a mysterious woman from the night before...something about her was wrong and yet...so right.
But I cleary remember the man in the alley offering me a ride. "To where?", I asked. "To the Mother Ship.", he answered.
After that, everything is funked up...
The challenge was to take the top 3
emailed photos on yahoo and create a hopefully amusing story about
the sequence. I reserve the right to refuse a disturbing picture, this includes any pictures of celine dion.
Please feel free to add alternative captions if you can or comments if you can't.
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