ADVENTURES IN WRITING! Operating from Northern Indiana, this blog will cover aspects of culture with a bent on humor and the relentless belittling of the mainstream media, politics, and the syphilitic GOP (both major parties). News analysis happens. Put on your adult diapers, this gwine'-a'-be a bourgeois hoot. Some much needed hilarity for working class North Americans and international readers. I'm the part of this human world that bites back. Let's roll.
Monday, September 18, 2006
SHIT! Someone Pulls the Alarm at the International Space Station
GEOSYNCHRONOUS-ORBIT--It appears somebody also forgot-to-flush, damned Ruskis. Americans are used-to having paper to wipe, and a bidet won't work in zero-g, but now we have some funky-smells in the big metal-tube orbiting the Earth. "Who farted?!" yelled the Turk, but there were no-takers. Rumors have it that the Uzbek astronaut spilled his Hookah, but I think it's the Dane's bong that got tipped. The Canadian apologized for everyone, while the Iranian threatened to open the hatch to air things out. A reality-show is inevitable now. The human-family is a happy one.
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