Fine, i’ll go build my own lunar lander, with Blackjack and hookers…in fact, forget the lunar lander…
“We’re Whalers on the moon, we carry a harpoon…”
(i actually thought that would be the linked song… and just think, i had managed to avoid seeing the spongmonkeys up until now, thanks for blowing my record, Inigo :mad: 
…could be worse, i pride myself on the fact i’ve never seen the other two infamous grossout internet webpages popularly bandied about on forums… something about a goatman and a girl in a bathtub i believe…
Actually, I think I’d say “Hey! the shadows are all wrong!”
“Hey, Ivan! Beat THIS!” ::Sticks out a leg, and grinds a boot into the lunar surface.::
(Naah, I’d probably figure out something poetic. THEN I’d diss the commie screwheads. 
)
“Whoooooooooaaaa, dude. I must’ve taken some really heavy shit, man, ‘cause I think I’m on the moon. What? I really am on the moon? No fuckin’ way, dude …”
“Dude, where’s my moon buggy?”
Seeing as it was 1969, I’d wanna strike a blow for civil rights.
"I wanna dedicate a number to Governor George Wallace of Alabama, who is listening in…
If the Man in the Moon were a Coon, Coon, Coon…
What would you do???"
“Hang on the Cheat! We’re takin’ this baby to the moooooon!”
“Oh MAN that was one hell of a party last night? So … where are we?”
"One of these days Alice…
…BANG! ZOOM!"
all the good ones were taken.
I would let out stream of creative profanites, so kids would have to learn them in school.
“Oh shit, I just locked my keys in the LM.”