GROAN WITH TWOTW
No one would have believed, in the last instants of the Mesozoic, that we were being watched from the timeless worlds of space.
No one could have dreamed that The Bishop of Bath and Wells would be awarded the Nobel Prize for Physics.
Few ornithologists even considered the desirability of an invasion of killer voles.
And yet, across the Baltic, minds immeasurably odd compared to ours, regarded a pair of Levi's 501s with envious eyes.
And slowly and surely, they sank into a stupor.