There is something about grown men kicking a soccer ball around on the space station that makes me wonder, “Whut th’ helk are they thinking?”
I presume they know what they’re doing, but are they absolutely sure that there’s no “button” or circuit that the ball might hit that’ll send ‘em out of orbit or open a hatch, or some such?
I mean, the space station is a super-sophisticated scientific instrument and they’re playing soccer inside of it.
They say that “Boys will be boys” . . . but dahyam . . . some of these “boys” have gray hair. We can’t even put grown men in a space station without them reverting to juveniles.
I guess it must be true: men get older but we never really grow up. I’ll bet these guys are itchin’ to fly by their girlfriend’s house and honk the horn. Hey, Rhondaaa!
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