Turn Left At Alpha Centauri
by Steve West on September 15, 2007

So you've been abducted by aliens. How on Earth (literally) are you going to get back home? Fortunately, you are a forward thinker; a planner; an "any room I enter I have an escape route" thinker. You have obtained "Location Earth" dog tags. Wear these babies and never worry that E.T. won't remember from where you were absconded. Check out that money back guarantee!
Two Replies to Turn Left At Alpha Centauri
Amy Austin | September 17, 2007
Haha! YES!!! Finally, that perfect gift for the guy/gal who has everything... In fact, I'm going to send one to Ed on his current deployment -- I *know* he will be grateful. ;-)
(And hey... if he gets abducted and doesn't make it back, I get my $12.99 back? What a bargain!)
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