Works like this: I feed you Moon Nukers a straight line, and you hit me with a punch line in the comments.
Recently launched into space from the cargo bay of the mysterious X37B Military Space Plane…
Works like this: I feed you Moon Nukers a straight line, and you hit me with a punch line in the comments.
Recently launched into space from the cargo bay of the mysterious X37B Military Space Plane…
Recently launched into space from the cargo bay of the mysterious X37B Military Space Plane…
I’m not saying that it was take out for Aliens but… it was take out for Aliens.
Purchased via PayHAL…
Recently launched into space from the cargo bay of the mysterious X37B Military Space Plane…
an automated Moon sign maker.
Sees to me that private enterprise already has a lock on that activity.
We are talking the government here, aren’t we?
…Joel Hodgson.
A giant sign visible from Earth that reads:
“We’re America, bitches”
Literally / figuratively throwing shade on other countries.
You have Laika’s attention.
DamnCat, your sign has been duly placed on the Moon and is currently (although surely temporarily) the last sign there-on.
We regret to inform you that your sign is no longer the last sign on the Moon. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause you.
That’s how fame is on the Moon DC…easy come, easy go.
Like the moon itself, it was bound to wane.
Hey diddle doodle
The cat and the futile
The count jumped over on the moon
Ground Folger’s to Major Tom
Debris from the wreckages of mysterious space planes X1 — X37.
A toolkit containing the amazing, handy dandy Space Force MultiPliars.
…the first chapter of Frank J. Fleming’s next novel…
…bait…
…Leeroy Jenkins!…
Flotsam and Jetson.
The X-Class Clown, who joked over the radio for the 212th time to Captain Hal of the mysterious X37B Military Space Plane, “Open the pod bay doors, Hal!”
…a satellite bearing the name “Skynet”.
…Master Coding Essentials from BoingBoing’s Shop.
…Anthony Weiner’s laptop.
X37C Purge-O-Matic waste containment unit.
Recently launched into space from the cargo bay of the mysterious X37B Military Space Plane…A space probe (Eric Cartman beware).
…a pallet of cash which Trump sent to Darth Vader in exchange for promises to end Death Star development activity.
…a silently screaming John McCain.
…a certain special prosecutor who last heard the words “So long, and thanks a lot for all the fishing”.
A sperm whale and a bowl of petunias
A giant wooden space badger
…Obama’s hand picked Islamic astronauts, looking really surprised.
…nobody knows except those colluding Russians.
The Illudium Pu-36 Explosive Space Modulator
Hillary… POP goes the weasel.
Recently launched into space from the cargo bay of the mysterious X37B Military Space Plane…
The Fireball XL5 commanded by Colonel Steve Zodiac of the World Space Patrol