My mother said it best, when she said, "You don't know what's going on."
I secretly think that one of the aliens, in a black out drunken phone call, told her everything. And made her swear never to tell a soul. So, Mom being the person she is, will take it to the grave.
Sometimes, I want to do my usual interrogation routine on Mom, but I don't, figuring the Sheriffs will just end up coming out or I'll end up at county or STanford. If I ever get black out drunk myself, maybe I'll slur, "Mom, what did the aliens tell you, Mom, what did they say?"
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