..for it's Earth Day today!
Whilst having me follicle deforestment, I was pondering crap circles when I had yest another one of my amazing revelations! I was in a salon, where a whole lotta shavin's going on.
Now, there are those priestly types, who oft pop into Toni & Gay to get the old Tresemmé applied to the old Tonsure, which is a circular space surrounded by hair atop of the bonce of monks.
People often like to hide their religion, for fear of Percy Quecian (a 15th century devotee of Torquemada, and no-one like soft cushion pokement), and so they claim to have 'male pattern baldyness' - and what is that pattern?
A baldy circle despoiling their lush locks!
Which is none to dissimilar to a circle in a forest of crops.
Now, either the clerics are creeping into crops at dusk to shave tonsures into the field, or very tiny space beasties are landing atop blokes bonces and leaving behind a ring of slaphead as a message to mankind.
Now, the concept of saintly old friars in brown robes tied up with rope, shaving tonsures into a field to dedicate the crop to The Lord whilst engaging in twilight Gregorian chants is perhaps a tad far fetched, for the truth is that they would be far too busy with Brother Fingers digging up spuds (all covered in mud) to make into packets of crisps.
So, we're left with space monsters shaving heads. This is entirely more believeable, as anyone will tell you that "The Greys" are all baldy gits, so clearly they're removing the hair from a number of the populace to blend in more freely. As their chrome domes are far too slippery for a Whiffy's wig to adhere to, they take the hair they shave off and glue it onto their noggin using sticky backed plastic.
Of course, it could be the unthinkable: That Gaia has awoken and Got Religion, and she's showing her faith by getting miniature tornadoes to embed tosures upon her fields and pastures. Although clearly, that isn't the unthinkable, coz I just thunk it.
Or something...
