Works like this: I feed you Moon Nukers a straight line, and you hit me with a punch line in the comments.
Astronomers report receiving radio signals from space. The message says…
Works like this: I feed you Moon Nukers a straight line, and you hit me with a punch line in the comments.
Astronomers report receiving radio signals from space. The message says…
Astronomers report receiving radio signals from space. The message says…
we ARE saying we are Aliens, why won’t you believe us?
…Don’t believe anything Mork from Ork said it’s all bs.
Astronomers report receiving radio signals from space. The message says…
send more Chuck Berry.
Read quickly and saw: send more Chuck Barris
One would hope aliens have a sense of humor, after all look at some of their advanced scouts: Nancy Pelosi, Dennis Rodman, Liz Warren (although even they are not sure what planet she is from).
Astronomers report receiving radio signals from space. The message says…
please surrender the Alien Criminal who calls herself “Hillary Clinton” for proper judgment in our courts.
Astronomers report receiving radio signals from space. The message says…
all those not named walruskkkch shall cease posting signs on the Moon or face extermination. You have been warned.
Nice try walruskkkch but no cigar!
PEW! PEW! PEW Take that Earthling!
“Puny Earthlings! You think forty or fifty comments impress us? We have seen your moon!”
“The only thing that can save you now, Earthlings, is if you let us talk to John McCain or Burt Reynolds!!”
How ’bout Stephen Pastis?
…”Your call is important to us…”
Astronomers report receiving radio signals from space. The message says…
Mars needs women! And don’t send any ugly feminists thank you very much.
Astronomers report receiving radio signals from space. The message says…
press “3” for Hgulatian
Send nudes
… “It’s a cookbook!”
…moon nuking will be seen as aggression!
…”The Galactic Council has determined that your transmissions are polluting our space. Please desist immediately.”…
…resistance is futile.
“So long, and thanks for all the fish.”
… and get ready for the thruway.
…made in China.
…man those Samoans are a surly bunch.
…Long live space race, long live Molvania!
Astronomers report receiving radio signals from space. The message says…
Hello, I am a Regalian prince and I need your help…
…”Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.”
Astronomers report receiving radio signals from space. The message says…
Take us to your leader.
“How much for the little girls… how much for the women?”
“You’re so backwards you still think Socialism works? BWAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“LEEROY JENKINS!”
“Drink Your Novatine”
“Klaabber Barack too, Nike”
(May have been garbled in transmission.)
“Purity of Hessians”
(May have been garbled in transmission)
“All these worlds are for ewes, except Europa. Attempt no lambing there.”
“Wound my heart with a monotonous languor.”
(I have a feeling something big’s going down in the next 48 hours.)
…”Hey, hold it down – we’re trying to plan an invasion here, and your chatter is annoying us”…
…all your base are belong to us!
Astronomers report receiving radio signals from space. The message says…
We have last minute proof that Kavanaugh should not be confirmed, please wait for further transmissions.
“Will you marry me, Mrs. S – c – u – m?” — Mr. Neutron
“We mean to take Wimbledon.”
“Dr. Smith not needed. Send girl only. Repeat: Send girl only.”
Penny for your thoughts, Buckeroo?
Heh.
Bonzai!
…bring more coffee…and sexy women – no Lena Dunhams, please.
“ICE Borgs dead ahead. Proceed with caution.”
“Jai guru deva”
“Next U.S. Open, let the Wookie win.”
“Live Long and Time-Share!
You could win a free 2-week galactic vacation just for contacting us!”
“Yeah, um, my name’s VGer; I’m looking for The Creator. Sorry if this is a bad time. It’s kind of urgent.”
“We saw your TV show ’24.’ What are you, dyslexic? It’s 42!”
…”? Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down… ?
Astronomers report receiving radio signals from space. The message says…
covfefe
We’re building a wall around your solar system, and we’re going to make you pay for it
We shall spend a trivial few quatloos on Facebook advertising and alter the results of your next election. Wa ha ha ha ah what do you mean Facebook doesn’t take quatloos??!? Spa fon!