FelixDeCat
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I want to hear him do Bob Dylan and Shat the Bed.He,he. Just saw CNN playing a video of Shatner reciting Rocket Man, wearing a tux, and about 45 pounds lighter.
Sheeat, everything's on the internet.
William Shatner "Sings" 'Rocket Man' (1978) - BEST QUALITY! (msn.com)
^^^^^^ I see someone already spotted the gem.
Hey now, that used to be one of my big Karaoke numbers.I want to hear him do Bob Dylan and Shat the Bed.
"Lay.........Lady..........Lay.......... Lay..........Across........My........Big.........Brass..........Bed......."
My kids got a Karaoke machine for Christmas last year that has Bluetooth built-in. I've got a Youtube playlist of songs that I've been practicing for lake parties when the pandemic is over with.Hey now, that used to be one of my big Karaoke numbers.
So with regular folks going to space now……. Mile high club? Bitch please.
Suck cock in spaaaaaaaaaaaaace….
Something straps and rubber bands… Ill make it work or die tryingDunno about this. What would sex in a weightless environment be like?
You: thrust in.
Her: floats away.
Something straps and rubber bands… Ill make it work or die trying
Dunno about this. What would sex in a weightless environment be like?
You: thrust in.
Her: floats away.
I would hope a second party would be involved to play catcher. In a zero gravity environment and one of you guys going solo as per usual, everything would turn South upon reentry when your Skittles don't float anymore. That module would light up like a Christmas tree if you hit it with a black light.So with regular folks going to space now……. Mile high club? Bitch please.
Suck cock in spaaaaaaaaaaaaace….
Dunno about this. What would sex in a weightless environment be like?
You: thrust in.
Her: floats away.
That's shear loneliness.'tis like Welshman fucking a sheep and it just walks away. The life of the Welsh is not easy that way.
I continued my self-guided tour and turned my head to face the other direction, to stare into space. I love the mystery of the universe. I love all the questions that have come to us over thousands of years of exploration and hypotheses. Stars exploding years ago, their light traveling to us years later; black holes absorbing energy; satellites showing us entire galaxies in areas thought to be devoid of matter entirely… all of that has thrilled me for years… but when I looked in the opposite direction, into space, there was no mystery, no majestic awe to behold . . . all I saw was death.
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It was among the strongest feelings of grief I have ever encountered. The contrast between the vicious coldness of space and the warm nurturing of Earth below filled me with overwhelming sadness. Every day, we are confronted with the knowledge of further destruction of Earth at our hands: the extinction of animal species, of flora and fauna . . . things that took five billion years to evolve, and suddenly we will never see them again because of the interference of mankind. It filled me with dread. My trip to space was supposed to be a celebration; instead, it felt like a funeral.
'tis like Welshman fucking a sheep and it just walks away. The life of the Welsh is not easy that way.
Dylan's great, you need no range.My kids got a Karaoke machine for Christmas last year that has Bluetooth built-in. I've got a Youtube playlist of songs that I've been practicing for lake parties when the pandemic is over with.
It's funny cause Rocketman happens to be in my range and I can even hit the high notes pretty good.
I may have to check on that one for the heck of it. (though I don't normally mumble when I sing like Dylan and the slide guitar music or whatever that is always depresses me)
Bob Dylan would be my karaoke avatar as my vocal rage is basically equivalent to a text message.Dylan's great, you need no range.
Hope rocket has enough thrust to get William Fatner into orbit
Surprisingly the majority of people I know don't have any desire to go into space. Good for Bill, I'd do in a heart beat if I could.