Lately, I have been getting inhumanly drunk. I find myself going out at night in a alcohol fueled rocket ship and seem to land on the moon every time. But this space mission of course has a price... I never seem to get laid every time i land on the moon. Instead, I literally moon walk my lonesome self back home. All my time juicing my pecs at the gym goes unnoticed and unused. I find myself wondering every morning why bother, i should just join a monastery. But then i remember there is no god and my body is more like an abandoned warehouse, not a temple. The crossroads i have come to in my life is either stay reasonably buzzed or go home empty handed. The truth is ill never be able to control myself and this cockpit only has room for one at the end of the night. I guess there's no room for women in outer space.
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