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I think I want to shoot Shane Watson in the head.
If we take him to the Carribean we're as good as fucked. If he can't get pommy batsmen out he sure as fuck wont get South African/Pakistani/Indians out.
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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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