They’re joking, right?!
Why would I pay someone money, if I had any to throw around, to get flung into outer space, with the risk of running out of oxygen… or better yet, simply implode?!
The mere thought of either scenario, makes me feel a bit ill. However, for the sake of adventure and all that, I’d consider the mission if someone wants to pay me to do it.
I’ll fly to the moon for no less than a thou… a hundred tho… ONE BILLION Dollars… yup, that feels about right!
Here, have a space cookie…
They’re joking, right?!
Why would I pay someone money, if I had any to throw around, to get flung into outer space, with the risk of running out of oxygen… or better yet, simply implode?!
The mere thought of either scenario, makes me feel a bit ill. However, for the sake of adventure and all that, I’d consider the mission if someone wants to pay me to do it.
I’ll fly to the moon for no less than a thou… a hundred tho… ONE BILLION Dollars… yup, that feels about right!
Here, have a space cookie…
For me, I am akin to Dorothy in the movie Wizard of Oz… There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home…
The idea of paying any amount of money to get rubber banded off our planet, somehow wasn’t ever a dream of mine. You would think that it would be right up my imaginations alley to fly among the stars. Nope!
From the time I was a child I wanted to be a Cowgirl… not a Spacegirl!
Though we may not have much, to this day, I would pay all that I own to ride a horse again without pain, or risk of permanently destroying what’s left of my back. I would pay anything, just to feel the wind in my hair, or feel the sun kiss my skin… and hear nothing but the call of the wild.
In my imagination, horses are way more fantastical than a metal Twinkie wrapper… and riding them is much more risk worthy, to me personally. I would much rather experience falling off my horse and hurting my back, than imploding inside my tin can bullet, out in the vacuum of space.
Besides, if there really are Alien planets out there, they have made it pretty clear that Earth is one place they avoid… like we are the seedy underbelly of the universe. Once we got out into space heading for any of the outer planets, we would immediately get pulled over by the Uni Troopers.
Our ship would get impounded to make sure there were no hidden humans in our spare engine parts bay, and I would get stuck in a holding cell with a six eyed, tentacle waving, gelatinous looking Alien that was afraid I might make THEM SICK!
As that was most likely more information than you or WordPress ever wanted to know about my thoughts on space travel, I will disengage from this Spacial Travel idea, and simply say I prefer to drive horses instead of space ships.
Here, have some horsy snacks…
and of course,
F.Y.I. that is a granola bar, and it is perfectly sanitary… see how he only uses his front teeth… no drool here!
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