Flashlight?

I was looking outside my window the other day, and I saw a yellow light...which suddenly registered in my mind as a UFO. Thats right. It may have been an airplane, a helicopter, or a loner playing catch with a flashlight, but to me it was an Unidentified Flying Object. I had no idea what it was and it was in the air. It was probably a plane or something to be honest.

Later that day, I recalled this event and thought to myself...a UFO is very scary, but its less scary if you know what it is...its even less scarier if you don't know what it is, but its not flying through the air.

So here we have 2 options: Flying Object (could be a frisbee) or Unidentified Object.

Lets focus on the Unidentified Object. If a little kid saw a UFO, he'd shit in his pants and yell out of fright. But if a little kid saw a UO (unidentified object) he'd be like "hey, whats this? this is cool...especially because when you climb into it, it spins". Thats right kids, never climb into UO's. It's actually much more safe if you make UO's into IO's and then when you destroy them they become just O's...which remind's me...

if you have a box of cereal, and its a copy of cheerios but it really isn't cheerios and you have no idea what it is...you shouldn't eat it...because its a box of Unidentified O's. Think about it.

Chess Club

Also known as discotheques, clubbing is this generation’s way of life. But these institutions are very peculiar in the sense that they’re name doesn’t indicate what they really are. Here’s a situation:

Bob: What are you doing tonight?
Bill: I’m going to a club.
Bob: Cool, which club? The chess club?
Bill: No...Circa...
Bob: Thats nice. What do people do in the circa club?
Bill: Nevermind.

Club, as defined by Princeton’s Wordnet, is a verb; “strike with a club or bludgeon”. It is also defined as “a formal association of people with similar interests”.
Interesting enough, here’s another situation:

Bob: Why are you telling me to nevermind?
Bill: Clearly, you don’t know what clubbing means.
Bob: Yes I do Bill. Yes I do.
Bill: Okay, what is clubbing?
Bob brings out his club and whacks Bill on his head. Tsk tsk Bob, now why would you go and do that?

Sometimes, misinterpretations happen. Bob just misinterpreted what clubbing meant. It’s not his fault though. It’s no one’s fault. In fact, Bill deserved to get hit. He should’ve said “I’m going to the discotheque”. In fact, that’s two points for Bob since the first club that came to his mind was the Chess club. Good work Bob.