This, it is recorded, was «UFO # 1» in U.S. annals of unidentified flying objects, and Captain Hamilton swore that there were six «strange» beings aboard and that they dropped a red lasso
over the
neck of a 3 - year - old heifer and
floated away with the cow while the captain, his son and a tenant looked on helplessly.
Then, Sausage made me one out of loom bands and I realised that my jowls hang down
over the front of it, making it look like I have a tourniquet around my
neck and my head is a swollen balloon of flesh
floating above, which is just about as far from a good look as I could possibly have imagined, and is exactly why chokers will not be making a regular appearance in my wardrobe.