Some Alien Blessings Make Us Rich

I, Garlic Boy, would like to take this time to thank my faithful readers. I know that you put up with a lot. I know that you want more photographs of the little cloves. Still, despite the lack of photographs you patiently read on. Thank you. Your comments are greatly appreciated. Most of them make me laugh out loud. Some of them, like this one, touch my heart.

A reader from Ralstop, Kansas writes,

Dear Garlicboy,
I too used to pick my skin and hoard it. An alien blessing made me do it. After I removed the radio from my tooth I no longer felt the urge to hoard my skin. So I took the bags of dried skin that I had collected and fed some to my hamster, Algernon. Algernon couldn’t get enough. He absolutely loved it. So I started my own skin farm and a hamster food factory. Thanks to some alien blessing I am now a millionaire. I even have the alien tooth-radio on my office wall.
Thanks Garlicboy,
Theresa Barton

Theresa,
Its stories like yours that remind us of what it means to be an American. Keep that skin farm going and the dream alive. I'll be here writing as long as alien blessings are inspiring skin farmers to build hamster food factories. Bless you, Theresa. Bless you.
G.B.