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....thangyouverymush......luvyabebbe......moooo.

the afterlife, is a wonderous place. you get to choose what you want to be,...how you look,....what environment you would most like to be situated in , to suit your needs, wants, and desires.
   A Moose has a good life. he lives quite a lot of years,....can graze all day, and never have weight trouble...and isnt prone to such tiresome things , as eating disorders, low self esteem...or a miriad of other complex obsessive compulsive behavioural problems.   When you're a Moose., food and sex, are natural pastimes..with no sense of guilt , or political correctness attatched.    "moo"..(I want sex).."moo" (I want to eat this bit of grass)..."moo" look at the luvverly ass on THAT one.,... and so on.
These are the attributes that attracted Elvis Aaron Presley, to an afterlife , as a Space-Moose.
He applied for a position on Starship Dizzyarse, when it was first launched in 1978. after 3 years of working and living unsuccessfully as a hooker in a sleasy Beer and Picnic stop ,somewhere in the outer Western Solar channels,.. sighting poor quality clientelle...over work...and serious weight trauma. as reasons for quitting. Theres apparently a small museum on Dido, called "spaceland" some kinda memorial or that, erected by the aforementioned "poor quality clientelle" in rememberance or a once popular although largely unpublicised, "fun place to get pissed and laid while taking a bath every 9 minutes" kinda destination.  I really should go there sometime.

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