HOLY SHIT MAN WALKS ON FUCKING MOON
Monday, July 21st 1969
THE MOON?Jesus fucking Christ.
The distant, lonely, mysterious satellite that has fascinated mankind since the dawn of time is distant and lonely no more.At 4:17 p.m. EST yesterday, astronauts Neil Armstrong and Edwin E. Aldrin Jr. touched down on the Sea of Tranquility in the lunar module Eagle and radioed back to Earth the historic report: ?Jesus fucking Christ, Houston. We?re on the fucking Moon.?
[?]What follows is a partial transcript of the radio communication between the astronauts on the Moon?s Tranquility Base and NASA personnel at mission control on Earth:
TRANQUILITY BASE: This is Tranquility Base. The Eagle has landed. Jesus H. Christ, Houston. We?re on the fucking Moon. Over.
HOUSTON: Roger, Tranquility, we copy you. We cannot believe you are on the fucking Moon. Repeat: Cannot fucking believe it. Over.
TRANQUILITY: It was a smooth touchdown. The Moon, for Christ?s sake, the Moon. Over.
HOUSTON: Roger that. You?re clear for T1, walking on the Moon. Over.
TRANQUILITY: We copy. Walking on Moon. Jesus. Over.
HOUSTON: You?re cleared to hook up Lunar Equipment Conveyor. To walk (pause) fucking walk on the Moon. Over.
TRANQUILITY: LEC attached. Platform lined up. Checking ingress. Over. [?]
HOUSTON: You?re clear, Tranquility. Proceed. Over. [?]
TRANQUILITY: I?m on the bottom rung of the ladder. Just one more step, and I?m? (long pause)
HOUSTON: Tranquility?
TRANQUILITY: Holy (pause) living (long pause) fuck. (Long pause) Fuck!
HOUSTON: Tranquility, do you copy?
TRANQUILITY: Are you fucking believing this? Over.
HOUSTON: We read you. Over.
TRANQUILTIY: I abso-fucking-lutely am standing on the surface of the fucking Moon. I am talking to you from the god-damned fucking Moon. Jesus H. Christ in a chicken basket.
HOUSTON: Holy Shit.
Monday, July 21st 1969
THE MOON?Jesus fucking Christ.
The distant, lonely, mysterious satellite that has fascinated mankind since the dawn of time is distant and lonely no more.At 4:17 p.m. EST yesterday, astronauts Neil Armstrong and Edwin E. Aldrin Jr. touched down on the Sea of Tranquility in the lunar module Eagle and radioed back to Earth the historic report: ?Jesus fucking Christ, Houston. We?re on the fucking Moon.?
[?]What follows is a partial transcript of the radio communication between the astronauts on the Moon?s Tranquility Base and NASA personnel at mission control on Earth:
TRANQUILITY BASE: This is Tranquility Base. The Eagle has landed. Jesus H. Christ, Houston. We?re on the fucking Moon. Over.
HOUSTON: Roger, Tranquility, we copy you. We cannot believe you are on the fucking Moon. Repeat: Cannot fucking believe it. Over.
TRANQUILITY: It was a smooth touchdown. The Moon, for Christ?s sake, the Moon. Over.
HOUSTON: Roger that. You?re clear for T1, walking on the Moon. Over.
TRANQUILITY: We copy. Walking on Moon. Jesus. Over.
HOUSTON: You?re cleared to hook up Lunar Equipment Conveyor. To walk (pause) fucking walk on the Moon. Over.
TRANQUILITY: LEC attached. Platform lined up. Checking ingress. Over. [?]
HOUSTON: You?re clear, Tranquility. Proceed. Over. [?]
TRANQUILITY: I?m on the bottom rung of the ladder. Just one more step, and I?m? (long pause)
HOUSTON: Tranquility?
TRANQUILITY: Holy (pause) living (long pause) fuck. (Long pause) Fuck!
HOUSTON: Tranquility, do you copy?
TRANQUILITY: Are you fucking believing this? Over.
HOUSTON: We read you. Over.
TRANQUILTIY: I abso-fucking-lutely am standing on the surface of the fucking Moon. I am talking to you from the god-damned fucking Moon. Jesus H. Christ in a chicken basket.
HOUSTON: Holy Shit.
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