Today while eating lunch, Ed said, "I'd really like to see more women on the moon. And maybe Mars."
"Why?" I said.
"Because then, when the have a Miss Universe contest, it will truly contain the most beautiful women in the Universe, not just the Earth."
I'm serious. He actually thinks of things like this.
So then I said, "Well, we should send women to the moon."
"Why? What do you mean?" he said.
"Well, if we sent women to the moon, I'm sure they'd find all sorts of shit that men never even saw. They'd be all 'What the hell is this doing here?' and some scientist will look at what they found and discover that it's like a billion year old rock or something. You see, women are more observant; men have a tendency not to see anything that might remotely veer outside of their line of vision. That's why they can't see the socks they leave on the floor."
Ed is laughing.
"Yup," I said, "That's a great idea. Women on the moon. Think of the advances in space exploration; we'd be true pioneers. And the moon would be really neat and organized."
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