Let me assure you that planet X is not the earth's biggest problem. If you travel on human of locust foot (12" either way) to 'Evening Island' in the Chicago Botanical Gardens you should be able to find the landing spot of planet X, just as I did. It is clearly marked with a yarn 'X' and seems to be harmless unless you go past it without proper clearance from the owner of planet X. Unlike the moon which was never meant to be trampled by humans or locusts, planet X can be walked on and can handle almost any weight on top of it under 1 ton without causing very much damage to its rather hard surface.
If planet X gets punted to you area, the punter will end up with a fractured foot, not with Wanda Bones. If you get hit with planet X, it could kill you so reasonable fear of having planet X land on you is recommended in case it gets cast out in your direction. The Chicago Botanical Garden is still better for real good angels to deploy themselves to than Disneyland, a casino or an anti-oxygen tank division. Since I did say I would rather be dead than be a billionaire, I'm thankful I am alive, healthy enough and wealthy enough to walk on my own 2 sandals for hours, pay the $30 fee to get into the best semi-private garden in Illinois AND have enough money left over to buy a ticket on the shady side of MIller Park to stare at ripe grain designs on Shavuot!
Now for the bad news. I regret to inform myself that Charles Richard LeBeau is no longer with the good Titans; he would have been better off coaching the Laval Titans if he doesn't have enough moral defensive skills to force the Nashville Titan cheerleaders out of the stadium and into a job at Dollywood where they would blend in better with Nashville Predator fans.
Since it sometimes my desire to help my enemy, I will offer a St. Matthew Murray cheer that good fans can use after a goal is scored against any goalie:
'That's all right, that's OK, they're trying to miss you any way so get,get,get get,get,get get up again!'
To avoid syntax error, remember during the above 'love the goalie' chher, They're' refers to the hockey players in the game, not to rubber rats in Florida.
If you live to read my nest post, I will try to address Jose Reyes double problems instead of insulting Royalite ship history.
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