Bacon stalked.
They never put a man on the Moon, man. It’s all a conspiracy. Didn’t you hear?
Next thing you know they will be trying to sell you a health book about secret cures they don’t want you to know about.
Actually Seinfeld had a routine about this. Something like:
“Why do people compare everything to putting a man on the Moon? You mean they can put a man on the Moon and I cant get melted cheese on my hoagie?”
Actually, I think they put men on the moon.
A roommate in college used to complain that they could communicate clearly to somebody on the moon, but you can barely understand the person at the other end of the drive-thru speaker fifty feet away from you.
Nah. Other way around.
- TBJ
Moon the on men put they, think I, actually?
That’s mostly a difference in funding and maintenance levels. But he (she?) probably knew that.
Huston, we have a cheesburger with fries, hold the pickle.
His implied statement was “They can put a man on the Moon, but they can’t freeze a pizza in a way that doesn’t make it taste like crap on cardboard.”
It was certainly true back then. I don’t know if it’s still true today, but I haven’t done a lot of research. I’ve never had a decent frozen pizza.
Have you had indecent frozen pizza?
Frozen pizza’s come a long way. But it’s still frozen pizza.
It helps if you heat it up some.
In my experience, it really doesn’t.
They can put a man on the moon, but they can’t make buttons on a lot of technical devices any bigger than grains of rice.
They can put a man on the moon, but they can’t make resealing “ziploc” style food prepackaging that will actually, like, reseal like it says it will.
They can put a man on the moon, but they can’t make those wall-mounted push-button liquid soap dispensers that don’t clog after a couple of months of use.
Only if you throw it away. If they made the plastic stick a little thicker, with a switch on the end to activate the vibration effect, you can eat the ice cream bar and then slip the clean stick into your nightstand drawer.
If they can send a man to the moon, why can’t they send them all? <ba-dum tishhhh>
Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here all week. Be sure to tip your waitress.
This explains why we can’t do most of the things mentioned so far. A $50 frozen pizza might knock your socks off, but you’d get a better deal ordering out.
Or take me. I like a white suit. Say I could have a team of textile science gurus make me an unstainable one like Alec Guinness’s, but for the same price I could have a dozen made to order of heavy Italian linen. Now I ask you, what would you do?
Manage Lurleen Lumpkin?
[Suzanne Sugarbaker to lesbian friend]
If they can put a man on the Moon, then we can put one on you!
[/SStlf]
I saw a round jigsaw “pizza” puzzle once, scratch and sniff to boot. The tag said (and I’m not making this up):
“Looks like pizza, smell like pizza, tastes like cardboard”
Damn Og it! I’ve got he thinks it!
I mean, I think he’s got it!
No, I haven’t. Quick! Where do I sign up?
Uhhhmmmmm… “indecent” … 
- TBJ “Og”