Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Our Astronauts are driving drunk: Where's MADD?

Cape Canaveral, FLOR-I-DA ("I'm gonna go down to...")--I'm wondering--will we have to create a parallel law enforcement space program so we can pull these guys over, or will we slant the pee-tests so that they can get under them like all the meth-heads, crack-heads, heroin-addicts, and coke-heads who work in factories (and elsewhere)? Hey, the Soviets let their astronauts drink. They're strapped to a bomb with a hole in-the-bottom ferchrissakes. MADD, where are you?

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