My old friend Arsus Wholeus is gone after a 50 year relationship as the very best of friends. I think I'll always remember him out there in that field in the middle of the night, wearing tinfoil from head to toes and carefully creating a perfect crop circle, when the Amish pitchforks got him. Or I would have if I had been there.
Every Time I See An Amish Crop Circles
Submitted by Bureau
Wednesday, 23 October 2013