Post by Sprague Dawley on Jun 20, 2020 14:18:19 GMT
Was expecting "oh great, so Brad Pitt wants his spaceshit story to keep up with Clooney and that morbid crybaby traipse of his thru Solaris."
Was way better than that. Plus it looked great. They even had a goddamn anechoic chamber. That got my attention. Wow.
Lots of cool, calm, spaceboy baritone intoning. "Houston, Brad might be a bit wooden for this acting role but who gives a shit, I repeat, who gives a single colostomy-baggied shit, Houston, copy that."
Tesla twat Elon Musk must've fapped himself fucking BLIND to this thing. "OMG, OMG, it's my commercial moon flight. Fuck, fuck, fuck. With $125 hand towels. And my goddamn space spation. With tunnels. Hold me, Bezos, just hold me".
Guessing proper NASA nerds wouldve been having a bum slurry dump in their NASA dungarees at the impossible intra-space gymnastics of Braddles, just floating around the rings of Neptune between crafts. As well as the other myriad of technical minutiae that soon reveal themselves as fucking impossible once you dwell on them. Um, how cold is the air around Neptune? Braddles spacesuit looked more Gucci than Everest via Neptune. And then using an exploding nuke to boost himself from Neptune to earth? Seems legit. No biggie. Cue more cool, calm, spaceboy baritone intoning. "Houston, I'm just going to use this ripped-off space station fender to surf back to the mothership, then convert the fender into a shield to negotiate my path through the meteor storm, BPM still 46, dick rock hard, my bastard daddy who never loved me Men in Black Tommy Lee Jones currently loving the alien on Planet 9, suck on that Clooney, I repeat, suck on that Georgie boy."
Was way better than that. Plus it looked great. They even had a goddamn anechoic chamber. That got my attention. Wow.
Lots of cool, calm, spaceboy baritone intoning. "Houston, Brad might be a bit wooden for this acting role but who gives a shit, I repeat, who gives a single colostomy-baggied shit, Houston, copy that."
Tesla twat Elon Musk must've fapped himself fucking BLIND to this thing. "OMG, OMG, it's my commercial moon flight. Fuck, fuck, fuck. With $125 hand towels. And my goddamn space spation. With tunnels. Hold me, Bezos, just hold me".
Guessing proper NASA nerds wouldve been having a bum slurry dump in their NASA dungarees at the impossible intra-space gymnastics of Braddles, just floating around the rings of Neptune between crafts. As well as the other myriad of technical minutiae that soon reveal themselves as fucking impossible once you dwell on them. Um, how cold is the air around Neptune? Braddles spacesuit looked more Gucci than Everest via Neptune. And then using an exploding nuke to boost himself from Neptune to earth? Seems legit. No biggie. Cue more cool, calm, spaceboy baritone intoning. "Houston, I'm just going to use this ripped-off space station fender to surf back to the mothership, then convert the fender into a shield to negotiate my path through the meteor storm, BPM still 46, dick rock hard, my bastard daddy who never loved me Men in Black Tommy Lee Jones currently loving the alien on Planet 9, suck on that Clooney, I repeat, suck on that Georgie boy."
