Drunk in Space.
“Yippeeee!!!”
It would probably make a much happier astronaut to be hammered on whiskey and beer when facing the uncertainty of space travel. When your life could burn up at any given moment, I would assume you could face that risk with a smile if you had a nice buzz going for you. I mean, look at this guy, he looks like he’s having a blast.
Then again, too much whiskey would be a bad idea.
“Awwww man, I don’t feel so good.”
Getting all shit-faced in space. Brings a new meaning to losing your keys. Or your glove.
“Dammit, I lost my glove. Where’s my frickin’ glove…”
“Hey guys? Where is everybody? Let me in. LET ME IN!!” Banging on the moon-lander hatch. “Come on guys this isn’ funny. It’s frickin’ COLD out here. I need a… hey what’s that. Hey little fella, you look like my dog at home. His name’s Chowder. I’ll call you Chowder II. Hehehe.. you got funny teeth.”
Good thing for us, NASA evidently doesn’t let this happen. The last thing we need is some drunk astronaut blowing up the moon.
This is awesome.
orangeninja said this on February 23, 2008 at 9:04 am