It's as if something fell from the sky.
Crash landed in front of me.
The label reads, "Mars".
No, "Acme".
What the hell is it?
Round but, bent and broken.
Was it round before?
I think that's metal, I can't tell.
I suppose I'll just have to
Call the authorities.
Can't very well
Just leave it there,
In the middle of the street.
It's lifted away,
Presumably to a properly sized
Bin. Garbage bin that is.
How big would the bin have to be?
How big was it?
Like a dump truck.
No, smaller.
Like a toy car.
It's a wonder it didn't do any damage.
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 5:43 PM UTC
It's as if something fell from the sky.
Crash landed in front of me.
The label reads, "Mars".
No, "Acme".
What the hell is it?
Round but, bent and broken.
Was it round before?
I think that's metal, I can't tell.
I suppose I'll just have to
Call the authorities.
Can't very well
Just leave it there,
In the middle of the street.
It's lifted away,
Presumably to a properly sized
Bin. Garbage bin that is.
How big would the bin have to be?
How big was it?
Like a dump truck.
No, smaller.
Like a toy car.
It's a wonder it didn't do any damage.
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