A Touch of Humor
UFOlogists and Light Bulbs
Having been privy to the the most profound and arcane aspects of the UFO problem for decades, I have discerned that one vital question is asked again and again: how many UFOlogists does it take to change a light-bulb? After extensive classified research on this ponderous subject, I have found the answer.
Usually, there are additional personnel on the scene.
I sincerely hope that this settles the great mystery.
Late one afternoon, the personnel at Area 51 were very surprised to see a Cessna landing at their "secret" base. They immediately impounded the aircraft and hauled the pilot into an interrogation room.
The pilot said that he took off from Vegas, got lost, and spotted the Base just as he was about to run out of fuel. The Air Force started a full FBI background check on the pilot and held him overnight during the investigation.
By the next day, they were finally convinced that the pilot really was lost and wasn't a spy. They gassed up his airplane, gave him a terrifying "you-did-not-see-a-base" briefing, complete with threats of spending the rest of his life in prison, gave him direction to Vegas, and sent him on his way.
The next day, to the total disbelief of the military men, the same Cessna showed up again. Once again, the MP's surrounded the plane. This time there were two people in the plane.
The same pilot jumped out and said, "Do anything you want to me, but my wife is in the plane and you have to tell her where I was last night!"
Fill 'Er Up, Earthling!
A flying saucer landed at a gas station on a lonely country road. The two space aliens inside seemed completely unconcerned about detection; in fact, the letters "UFO" were emblazoned in big, bold letters on one side of their shiny craft. As the station owner stood and gawked in silence, paralyzed with shock, his young blonde attendant nonchalantly filled up the tank and waved to the two aliens as they took off.
"Do you realize what just happened?" the station owner finally uttered.
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