Yeah, he's taking down the BBS.... and I'm having his love child. You know, when we were both abducted by aliens in Tennessee while talking to the ghost of Elvis Presley, it was much more than anal probes and moonshine. After 4 or 5 jugs of the stuff, he said I looked like Gomer Pyle in drag and couldn't help but puke all over my blue suede shoes. I knew at that moment that it was destiny, that we were meant to do more than just be victims together - that, at that moment, that one special point in all of eternity, that together, we could do something that would make a difference. He did mention something about April - but I'm not sure if he meant his wife, or the month. Didn't matter either way - he was mine for that night. Hope his kid likes his little step-alien-brother!
It was a good time for all of us - I remember it like it was tomorrow.
(boy, I'm gonna feel REAL STUPID if this isn't an April Fool's joke in the making...)