Mm

Reminds me of that time I dared my cousin Earl to rig up a trampoline on the roof, claiming we could launch ourselves into space if we jumped hard enough. He downed half a case of beer first, hollered something about being the 'first redneck astronaut,' and then face-planted straight into the chicken coop. We spent the next three hours chasing the hens, cussing up a storm, and patching up Earl’s forehead with duct tape. Ma said we were dumber than a sack of hammers, but I reckon NASA ain’t ready for our kind of ingenuity.