Interview with the guy who stole moon rocks from NASA so he could have sex with his girlfriend on them
Was her name Alice?
“One of these days Alice—pow! Straight to the Moon!”
Show: The Honeymooners
Stealing the rocks, worth it. (I for one would love to hold a decent sized chunk of moon rock, even if on the conscious level I know it is mostly just some lousy olivine breccia.)
Getting caught, not worth it.
Whatever gets your rocks off…
That sort of fetishism would be the almost inevitable result of all those rocket/penis metaphors.
Really now, do you expect any less from a guy named Thad?
Um, ow. I mean, aren’t most of them basalt without the added benefit of water and wind wearing down the sharp corners?
I think the moon rock sex scars would be a bragging point.
Selling them on eBay? Really? And everybody was supposed to just… not notice?
Like, I can’t even be mad.
Yeah, I gotta admit, I kind of respect that.
Selling the used rocks on ebay, though, that lacked class.
Yeah, I kind of would.
But that awe does not live within those rocks. It belongs to all of us. From experience I can say that there are more appropriate, and more productive, ways to come face-to-face with our magnificent insignificance than stealing a piece of the moon.
Sounds like Thad had a LOT of time for reflection in those 100 months.
Those rocks likely got him more sex then he was anticipating.
(~insert your own moon probe joke here~)
With post-coital cosmic debris.
I sense you’re about to waste your time on me. I suggest that you do not.
I think he was just trying to cure his asthma too.
He would have had to wash them thoroughly not to be in violation of eBay’s policies.
Damn kids, get off my rocks!