Works like this: I feed you Moon Nukers a straight line, and you hit me with a punch line in the comments.
President Trump directed the Pentagon to create a new branch of the military: the Space Force. Its motto:…
Works like this: I feed you Moon Nukers a straight line, and you hit me with a punch line in the comments.
President Trump directed the Pentagon to create a new branch of the military: the Space Force. Its motto:…
President Trump directed the Pentagon to create a new branch of the military: the Space Force. Its motto:…
America, F*ck Yah!
President Trump directed the Pentagon to create a new branch of the military: the Space Force. Its motto:…
Death from infinity and beyond!
President Trump directed the Pentagon to create a new branch of the military: the Space Force. Its motto:…
I’m not saying we’re Aliens, cause we are NOT Aliens.
Excels Eeyore
We’re Space Cadets!
We’re spaceheads!
We’re spacing out!
President Trump directed the Pentagon to create a new branch of the military: the Space Force. Its motto:…
Post mortem infinitum.
Pugnae militum firmamentum
Spatium certamine passim noster
Aliens Omnibus cave
In spatium, nemo potest audire te moriar.
Etiam est spatii, alioquin interficiemus te, et tu non invenies.
Umm, could you run that last by us again, a little slower this time.
Moon Labe
“The Only Way To Be Sure”
C’mon, you SOB’s! Do you want to live forever?
Probably be the unofficial motto.
“Semper Sci-Fi”
In God We Thrust
…Space – It’s Yuuuge!…
THIS SPACE FOR RENT
Don’t Panic!
OMG, It’s full of Stars
Nuke the moon!
We’ll run rings around Uranus
I’m not sure about their motto, but their official toilet is the O-Gee-Whiz
Gravity Sucks
“Gravity is a harsh mistress.”
– The Tick –
May the Schwartz be with you.
We must’ve made a wrong Saturn at Albuquerque
The Stars and Strikes Forever
Bah bah bah, bah bomb Iran
Who’s Your Daddy?
Flexing Our Missles
To Boldly Go Where No Gender-non-specific Humanoid Has Gone Before!
There you go, assuming species.
We seeeeeeeeeeeee you!
Taking the ultimate high ground.
Oh, home on lagrange!
Pew! Pew! Pew!
…”Tether my beer”…
“Houston, Now Everyone Else Has a Problem”
“It’ll have to go.”
Ad astra, victus!
Fighting men up in the sky,
flinging death from on high.
To control the heavens that’s our job.
On our enemies lightning bolts we will lob.
Far out in space we will chart a course,
because we are the best, America’s Space Force.
The 6th side of the Pentagon.
Nanu nanu
Hammer Of The Gods
Spacer, i don’t even know her.
Do or do not. There is no try.
Will it be commanded by Tom Corbit??
In space, we will hear you scream
And it will be glorious.