Should Project Bluebook be reopened?

[BiBunny]

Like They don't know already?

Goddammit! *Runs away screaming*

 

[ZRT]

I was born in Alabama and grew up there and in South Carolina. Surrounded by rednecks of every stripe and ability (or utter lack thereof). I am VERY familiar. Being a country boy and a redneck are not the same things.

No offense intended, just wasn't sure if you were familiar with the breed, and as it turns out, sub-breeds.

Very true about the difference 'twixt rednecks and country boys.

That's Uncle's story and their sticking to it. And the stuff they found in Roswell was from weather balloon. And high altitude crash test dummies.

Back in the long, long time ago, I was Air Force (out in the early 80's). Trust me, if the Boys in Blue wanted to keep the Blackbirds flying, they'd be flying, hella expensive or not.

Eh, funding got murdered in the '90s. Compare the Blackbirds to various other projects they were going for, like the F-22. Then toss in the various drone programs, the virtual blanket of sat coverage we've got these days, I can see why the program got axed.

WORD! But be that as it may, the BUFF's are hella expensive to fly and maintain too. The birds are often 20+ years older than the pilots flying them, and some are pushing 30! *LOL* And developing a new heavy wouldn't be that hard, but there's no real reason to go to that expense when the stuff we have works very well doing the job it was designed to do.

Well, the one thing I'll disagree with there is that developing a new heavy lifter wouldn't be hard. This is the government we're talking about, and even if you start with a simple design spec, it's going to multiply tenfold at a minimum by the time it gets through all the various design committees and defense contractor sales pitches.

Bit out of my area, but didn't they have a royal boondoggle for a transport plane a while back?

But to keep this on thread - Hentai makes for hot fantasy, don't you think?

Mmm... tentacles just don't do it for me. I prefer my rape to be anatomically plausible.

 

[ZRT]

Goddammit! *Runs away screaming*

Do Not Run, We Come in Peace.

*deploys stun ray and gets out roll of Space Duct Tape.*

 

[Etoile]

I'd like to point out the source of the story, BTW.

 

[BiBunny]

Do Not Run, We Come in Peace.

*deploys stun ray and gets out roll of Space Duct Tape.*

That's hot.

 

[ZRT]

That's hot.

It'd be hotter if you did the appropriate heroine 'trip and fall' as you run and then scream some more.

I'll take care of the rest.

 

[StrayKat]

Ok ZRT now you got me literally loling here

 

[ZRT]

Ok ZRT now you got me literally loling here

My species is known for its humor. Most of it binary based, though.

For example-

010101110101

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11110110110101
01010101010

010101010101011111!!!

Yeah, that one gets me every time.

 

[MisterSir]

My species is known for its humor. Most of it binary based, though.

For example-

010101110101

010101

11110110110101
01010101010

010101010101011111!!!

Yeah, that one gets me every time.

AHAHAHAHA I GET IT IT'S FUNNY BECAUSE HE FELL OVER

 

[ZRT]

AHAHAHAHA I GET IT IT'S FUNNY BECAUSE HE FELL OVER

Yeah, that's the subtle nuance that most lesser forms miss.

 

[Etoile]

Come back and see me when you've learned Loglan.

 

[ZRT]

Come back and see me when you've learned Loglan.

I've got a bum knee, I don't think I can manage the contortions nor juggle the geese properly.

 

[BiBunny]

It'd be hotter if you did the appropriate heroine 'trip and fall' as you run and then scream some more.

I'll take care of the rest.

*Starts running. High heel breaks. Falls, screaming!*

 

[ZRT]

*Starts running. High heel breaks. Falls, screaming!*

*zaps with stun ray.*

*realizes stun ray has been set to excruciate when screaming hits new, entirely pleasing pitch*

Oh damn, what did I do now?

Oopsie.

*requests thread move to SRP*

 

[radepor]

I won't "dignify" some answers with a response

However,

1. Project Bluebook was run out of Wright-Patterson Air Force Base and, as far as I know, was closed in 1969. Would my government lie to me?

2, I was about as much a sex object to "them" as the frog was to me in toad dissection in 9th grade. Admittedly, the frog may have been slightly less responsive.

Tho it could have been only a dream, I believe I was actually abducted by aliens and “examined”. The experience seems so real I have trouble accepting it was a dream or hallucinatory.

I think it was “scientific” because “They” subjected me to every form of sensory stimulation: hot, cold, light, pressure, sound, puncture, orifice exploration etc. Although, I didn’t get a sense of any sexual intent, the examination seemed to intensify when my penis was stimulated and it did what a penis does when stimulated. “They” seemed curious.

“They” appeared to be soft-bodied, multiple-limbed creatures (octopus-like). I realized “They” had me suspended in a tank, completely immersed in a thick, slick gelatin-like substance. I was breathing but didn’t understand why until I realized one of “Them” was in the tank with me and had a tentacle thrust down my throat, presumably feeding me oxygen. Four other tentacles gently explored my ears and nostrils; another probed then discovered and roughly slid up into my ass. A separate tentacle brushed over my penis and when my penis reacted, the tentacle quickly seized it then folded in on itself, somewhat like a vagina. Inevitably, my penis became harder and the harder it got the more inquisitive the tentacle became. Suddenly, I felt my penis simultaneously being massaged as if by a pussy but also felt a warm, slimy rod-like object slowly penetrating my urethra, deeper and deeper until it actually entered my bladder.

All the tentacles began alternating pulsating, first larger then smaller; then hot and cold. Those in my ears and nose finally stopped; however, when both my mouth and anus began to uncontrollably contract around each tentacle those two slowly began to “fuck”. The tentacle on my cock began to simultaneously move up and down over the shaft while the rod alternately plunged and withdrew from my urethra.

I became conscious of an alternating, slowly increasing rhythm; da-da-da-dom, da-da-da-dom, da-da-da-dom. One tentacle going up and down in my ass, another tentacle going up and down my throat, a third tentacle simultaneously “sucking” the outside and alternately “fucking” the inside of my cock. Slowly I became conscious of a sound; it began as a low moan and I realized the sound was coming from me and increasing in pitch and volume to a scream. I don’t remember anything further.

I believe the experience to be real and that it warrants the reopening of Project Bluebook. Opinions?

 

[MisterSir]

1. Yes
2. Do you think reptition will make your story - about aliens who abducted you then used as a sex object, no less - more convincing? Really?

 

[ZRT]

1. Night terrors.
2. Thread is more sexy when Bunny's the one being violated.

 

[Keroin]

How did I miss this thread?!

Damn.





Is it too late for witty, flippant and borderline-sarcastic comments?

 

[ZRT]

How did I miss this thread?!

Damn.





Is it too late for witty, flippant and borderline-sarcastic comments?

Never. Especially if you tie them in with the 2012 theme and the Mayans.

Eta: Or if you run screaming while I chase you with the duct tape and the pain... er... stun ray.

(I figure your previous career should help out a lot with this particular endeavor.)

 

[BiBunny]

1. Night terrors.
2. Thread is more sexy when Bunny's the one being violated.

I'm ok with that.

 

[sb2009]

I have been to Write-Patterson, in 1994. It may have been reduced in size, but it was still going at that time, at least the medical clinic.

 

[ZRT]

I'm ok with that.

Oh, I was supposed to ask if you were okay with that?

*ZAP*

Funny how these things just never seem to occur to me.

 

[Keroin]

Never. Especially if you tie them in with the 2012 theme and the Mayans.

Eta: Or if you run screaming while I chase you with the duct tape and the pain... er... stun ray.

(I figure your previous career should help out a lot with this particular endeavor.)

Whew, I’m so glad this subject is still open to discussion because I also had a very suspect experience just last week. (Coincidence? Conspiracy? Oooooooooo!) Likewise, this event was so real I just can’t believe it was a dream.

Well, that and the fact that it happened at three in the afternoon and I was wide awake.

Anyway, I was setting up my bacon smoker in the living room – learning to make my own breakfast meats before 2012 and the end of the world – when there was a knock at the front door. I opened it to find an attractive man, perhaps in his thirties, holding a Tupperware container. Instantly I realized he was an alien by his odd demeanor.

Well, that and the fact that he was wearing a nametag that said, Hello, I’m…an alien.

This most unusual and mysterious meeting unfolded like this…

Me: “Hello, can I help you?”
Alien: “Could I possibly borrow a cup of sugar?”
Me: “Absolutely, please come in Mr…?”
Alien: “Jones”
Me: “So you’re an alien, huh?”
Alien: “You’re very perceptive.”
Me, (taking sugar out of the cupboard): “It’s a gift. So, have you come here to probe my anus?”
Alien: “Why on…um,” (he pulls a booklet from his pocket and consults it), “earth, would I want to do that?”
Me: “Isn’t that what aliens do?”
Alien: “My people have the technology to bend time and space and travel billions of light years, do you really think we came all this way to poke around in your bum?”
Me: “Do you like bacon?”
Alien: “Are you learning to make your own bacon in the event of a catastrophic, global event?”
Me: “Yuppers”
Alien: “Good idea.”
Me: “What’s that supposed to mean?!”
Alien: “Oh…nothing, nothing…hey, look gum!”
Me: “Are you absolutely certain you don’t need to do an anal probe, cause…uh…I’ve got lube.”
Alien: “Quite sure.”
Me: “So, is this how you always look or are you wearing a disguise to blend in?”
Alien, (looks sheepish): “You are correct, this is not my real face.”
Me: “I’d like to see the real you.”
Alien, (turning away): “I can’t.”
Me: “Pllllllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaasssssse?”
Alien: “That is highly annoying.” (He sighs) “Very well.” (The alien lifts the prosthetic mask from his face revealing the face below, his real face, the face of…Magnum PI)
Me, (screaming): “Oh my god, it’s hideous!!!”
Alien: “One anal probe coming up.”

When he was finished, several hours and a few packs of pipe cleaners later, he thanked me and collected his sugar. He said he’d call me.

I’m still waiting. Fucking interstellar gigolos.


Anyway, I hope y’all won’t razz me too much. Also, ZRT, I’m not really “the fall and twist an ankle type”, I’m more of the, “hear a strange and frightening noise and volunteer to go out in the woods, in the dark, alone, to see what it was” type.

 

[ZRT]

Anyway, I hope y’all won’t razz me too much. Also, ZRT, I’m not really “the fall and twist an ankle type”, I’m more of the, “hear a strange and frightening noise and volunteer to go out in the woods, in the dark, alone, to see what it was” type.

Razz you, around here? NEVER.

And yes, I know, you're more apt to grab a blunt object and go looking. But so's Bunny, for that matter. (Substitute shotgun for blunt object, though.)

It's in the spirit of good fun.

 

[Keroin]

Razz you, around here? NEVER.

And yes, I know, you're more apt to grab a blunt object and go looking. But so's Bunny, for that matter. (Substitute shotgun for blunt object, though.)

It's in the spirit of good fun.

Oh, I meant no disrespect to Miss Bunny. My point was that if I get to choose which dumb ass movie stereotype I will be, then the idiot who leaves the group and goes wandering off alone in the dark would be my moron of choice. That’s all. As you can see, still easy pickin’s for the aliens with the…ahem…ray guns.