Starodeo

Okay, well, the guy at the International Space Station said these permits were good.

Look, it’s not like I’m using weapons or anything, right? This is clearly just for fun. You know, catch and release. It’s more about the challenge anyway. I couldn’t really eat the meat even if I wanted to. They make me eat out of these little pouches for some reason. I don’t know, I guess it’s a power trip for somebody. Hey, I get to go into space, it’s a small sacrifice.

But, look. I didn’t know anything about some hunter up here until you told me right now. Yeah, I don’t care about bear. Are you kidding? Some big star bear, he’d mess me up. And I’m not going NEAR any lions. I just want to keep to the herd animals for the most part, have a little fun. I figured I’d lasso one of them and then just, I don’t know, swing or something.

My jar? Just moonbeams, in there. Something to carry home. No, no, I haven’t been drinking them at all. My identification? Oh, man, you interstellar game wardens are all the same.

Wear this shirt: and then go watch Cory McAbee’s The American Astronaut.

Don’t wear this shirt: around somebody who’s going to say HAY THEY CHANGED ALL THE ZODIAC SIGNS because that’s played out.

This shirt tells the world: “That shirt’s absolutely a-starry-bull… hey SHUT UP, it was in fact a VERY clever joke!”

We call this color: The First Man In Space Was From The Navy

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