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I just remembered another one. I was walking out the back gate of my old place in Wagga with my girlfriend at the time, when she said "Hey Bose, you've got a huge spider crawling up your back!"
Me: "Well knock it off woman!!!"
Ren: "I can't, I can't. Shit, it's heading towards your neck!"
When you hear someone describe a spiders intended path as 'It's heading towards your neck' it sparks a involuntary instinctive reaction that has absolutely no logic... I ripped my shirt over my head as quick as humanly possible and threw it on the ground, then watched this huge grey hairy spider slowly crawl out and into the bushes.
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What's easier to believe: that a guy was born without sex in the manner of several Greek demigods and grew up to be able to transmute liquids and alter his body density yet couldn't escape government execution, or that three freemasons in a vehicle made with aluminum foil in an era before digital technology escaped our atmosphere, landing on the moon, broadcasted from there, and then flew back without burning up?
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