With only ~38% of Earth’s G-force, a Martian baby is smaller and probably way more edible on your backseat. Cold climates suit them better too.
So question: Would you move to a colder region to be eligible to adopt a Martian baby?
Imagine getting charged for DUI when you could’ve lived in Canada, swam the highways, had them named after you and still managed to score your literacy degree from BBA with the help of your favorite therapist.
It was a May over ten years ago, which I was denied entry to the United States by the administration planning to visit the Fairmont Royal York in Toronto in May.
Friends, I hope you don't mind the repeated end to end words with your poetic minds, because that's not the main focus.
I am referring to the Anarchy Hilton, which had its sign removed for denying entry to citizens a few months ago, to illustrate why a Royal phrase may have an impact on hospitality.
El Nino might have secured permanent residency, signing autographs in Ontario with absolutely no intention of leaving.
So now it’s me who has to go on a field trip.
I am welcoming your expert travel plans, style advice trailer park suggestions and any kind of virtual or in-person guidance you’re willing to offer.
I need you Live ASAP, already obsessing over your feedback 247, quenching is not enough.
Your wisdom, taste, and input will directly influence my next move.
Love doesn’t always have to be big gestures. It’s making space for small, special obsessions.
This isn’t silly this is an emotional support plushie and technically the actual size of a baby foreign planet civilian in lower gravity.
It works as long as you’re into it.
Multitasking tomorrow, bringing Martian kids to Earth for a field trip. Preparing my captain’s note. :
Captain’s PSA:
Bienvenidos a bordo, espero que estén teniendo un gran día..
Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.. we’ve officially cleared the April turbulence.
The Arctic chills and El Niño mood swings are behind us. No more minus double digits, no more artificial conditions.
If you’ve been keeping a small flame alive under the blanket, now’s the time to find your runway, lift off on new platform and let that spark turn into a rainbow that flies.
Should've had this ICEMAN ice crushing, hands-on learning back at TMU instead of melting my brain in socialogy electives while friends were landing jobs with Vampires.
I guess vampires were a better kind before generation Sigma
With the MH coronation wrapped for another year, the Martian kids cornered me with the most serious question they could manage: ‘Dr. Glassford, now that the birthday is over, do we unbow? Or do we keep living with bows?’
They know exactly what they’re doing with all that exaggerated innocence, and calculated cuteness.
They love any excuse to celebrate, and with that level of charm I might actually die or bring them all to Canada.
It’s their kind of strategy to melt a person and make them forget they were living for anything else.