Kandahar, here I come!

So, it's that time again... I'm leaving on a tour! I can't wait! Anyway I'll be gone for 6 months so there won't be any posts until I return...
Sorry and thanks for reading me from time to time!

Ciao

Howdy ya'll

All right ladies, I guess you deserve a bed-time story. Well put on that sweet silk négligé, lie down on your bed, dim the lights and adjust your bunny ears.
Once upon a time....
Aaaaww crap my keyboard's out of ink... Hold on...
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Ok sorry about that. Since I'm leaving for Afghanistan, I thought I'd tell you something about creepy, furry creatures that lie in the sand. No, I'm not talking about tourists on a beach resort. Those are not always furry. No, the ones I'm reffering to are more like your worst nightmare and mayonnaise-stuffed anchovies all mixed up together. They scream while running (yes, running!!) and when you squeeze them, ... well you get the point.
From what I gathered last time I was there, these beasts have two purposes: to scare the living shit out of people, and (this is probably their main purpose) to build a spaceship that will take them back to their home world (Texas, I think). Communication with them is apparently impossible, a fact that was made clear when we studied a corpse: their vocal cords are too damaged (probably from all that screaming).
So my story is actually about one of them. I call him Oscar (I say him because his voice seemed masculine when he screamed while running away from me). I was coming back from my shift at our local radio station after a long day, exhausted but happy of my performance, when I heard rocks shifting on the ground.
"Is that you, Batman?" I said, anxious to meet my all-time hero.
No answer. Instead a spider-like creature about the size of a vynil record jumped out of the shadows, waved its furry legs around as if trying to insult me, then ran away with great speed yelling in a bone-crunching voice...
And that was my encounter with Oscar.
Sweet dreams ladies.

Tata